A Forbidden Desire.

Twenty

✨Damian✨

Myra's scent was all over my room, and to say the least, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed every moment I had with her yesterday, it was something I would want to cherish forever. She had been on my mind after she left, I wondered if I was falling in love with her, because of whatever I was feeling. I sighed.
It would be nice waking up to her beautiful face and her scent every day. I just hoped that she would be able to talk to her fiancee about everything so that I can have her to myself.

I told her about myself but just what I thought she needed to know, I ran businesses alright, but it would be better to just keep the Mafia part quiet for now. She was amazing and not just in bed, but her whole self, she told me about herself the things she had hoped to gain when she grows up, and also why she wanted to be a therapist. It was amazing just listening to her talk, and I wished I had met her earlier.
I opened my laptop and checked if I had any urgent emails I needed to answer.
I found one from Enzo, telling me that everything was going on well, and everyone was getting prepared for the meeting, being a few weeks away now. I responded by telling him, that I will not be around for some time, and I also told him where I was, just in case they needed anything.

This cottage was my parents' and they loved coming here and they would bring me with them. Those times were my best times. It was a very unfortunate thing that they died even before seeing me grow up to be the man I am today, and also not seeing their grandchildren.

I remembered the day I lost them both. First, it was my mom, then my dad. My mom was found dead in the bathroom, her wrists cut. Nobody knew the reason she had done that till this day, and my dad lost it. He started drinking, and throwing himself into danger, and just like that, he died. It was horrible. It was selfish for both of them to just leave me alone when I was just growing up. It hurt me, but my nanny was there and she helped me in every single way she could until I grew up.

I sighed shaking those thoughts away. I made myself a cup of tea and decided to relax. The rain started pouring again, this place was amazing when raining and also when it was sunny, except that the cold was unbearable at times. I sat down on the chair and decided to just think about the good things in my life right now. Myra. Her images flooded back in my mind, God, she was doing things to me, and just thinking about her made my heart flutter.

My eyes opened and I was alert. I thought I had someone banging on the door, nobody knew this place except for Myra. I heard the banging again but it was faint. I took my gun from my drawer and aimed it at the door. I walked cautiously and slowly opened the door and Myra fell into my arms. I quickly put the gun away, closed the door, and carried her to the bedroom, she was wet and blood was all over her face.

"Myra?" I said patting her on the cheeks, but she was unconscious. She still had on the clothes from yesterday. I removed them and helped her into one of my shirts. I wiped her face and saw the scar on her face, it was a cut and a small piece of glass was stuck in. I was not a doctor but I knew just how to deal with such.
I removed a first aid kit from my closet, wore the gloves and took a pair of tweezers, and pulled the piece out. I had not noticed the hand marks on her neck, and I wondered what had happened to her, she could have gotten into a fight with her fiancee, and that bastard dared to put his hands on her, damn it. If only she was awake, I would have known who he is. I cursed. I finished cleaning her face and wrapped her forehead with a bandage. I hoped she would wake up soon.

I wished I knew something about this guy, I knew he was called Jordan, but Jordan was not enough, his two names would have been easier, or even his picture.
I caressed her beautiful face, and she stirred.
"Da... Damian?" She asked.
"Yes, baby, it's me," I said helping her get up from her sleeping position. "How are you feeling?" I asked.
"My head, it hurts." She said reaching for her head. I handed her some painkillers and a glass of water and she drank slowly. She placed the glass down and she leaned on me, and she started crying and I hugged her.
"It's okay..baby you are now okay," I said rubbing her back.
"Can you tell me what happened?" I asked. Myra relaxed and she explained everything to me, and I was fuming with anger when she finished.
"Who is he, Myra?" I asked I just needed his name. "What is his name?" I asked.
"He's called Jordan, Jordan Peterson." She said.
"Okay, my love, can you show me his picture?" I asked. She pointed at the jacket I had given her, I took it and removed her phone, she opened it and showed me his picture. I placed her phone in my pocket promising myself to work on that later, right now I just wanted to see her relax and get some good sleep. She had come by just walking, I could imagine how tired she was, and I was glad she came to me. I prepared a hot bath for her and I soaked in with her.
"I didn't expect it to turn that way. I just wanted to talk...and..and, he, I mean I understand he felt betrayed, but I was not meaning to keep it from him." She said.
"It's okay, baby don't think about it, don't even think about him, you are not going back to him," I said. He had no right. Myra snuggled closer to me.
"I am not going back to him." She said. "I want to be here. With you, no one else." She added.  Protecting her will be my priority. I brought my mouth down to hers and kissed her slowly.
"Me too Myra, I want to be with you. No one else." I said. We shared a kiss and after our soak, I made something for ourselves to eat and then went to bed. I waited for her to sleep and I slipped out of bed and went to my office. I sent Andrea and Enzo the image of this Jordan and told them to find every little and big information about him.

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