Heart of Pains

Chapter Eleven

Damien's POV:

Three days have passed, and damn, I don't even know why she's been on my mind lately. I must be a fool. But fuck, I need to see a doctor. Thank goodness Dylan is a doctor. I showered and dressed in a blue Armani tuxedo with a tie. I combed my hair back and yelled in frustration. I grabbed my briefcase and headed out of my penthouse. I decided to stop by the office first.

Upon arriving at Seb Tech, I entered my office. Let me explain what we do. We specialize in designing and building computers and creating laptops and computer models. We're one of the top companies in New York City, although an unknown billionaire named Shadow runs a more renowned company here.

I organized the scattered documents and papers on my desk and started working. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't realize it was already lunchtime. A knock on my door interrupted my focus.

"Come in," I said coldly.

"Hey bro, how are you doing?" Dylan, my older brother greeted.

"I'm good," I replied.

"Hey, I saw your wife with a cute guy at Starbucks. I almost mistook him for you. They looked like a couple," he mentioned, and I found myself squeezing the document I held in anger. Fortunately, it wasn't crucial, and my PA could prepare another one for me.

"Hey bro, do you know that guy?" Dylan asked.

"No. Now, shut the hell up, Dylan," I snapped.

"Whoops, what crawled up your backside?" he teased.

I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my nerves, but it wasn't working. I needed to get out of here. So I stood up and began to walk out of the room with Dylan coming after me with a look of confusion on his face.

"Where are you heading, bro?" he inquired.

"We're going to your hospital," I replied.

"Why, bro? You look healthy," he commented.

"I know, but my mind and heart seem at odds," I confessed.

"Alright, bro, let's get you to the hospital," he agreed.

I grabbed my car keys, adjusted my tie, and we headed out. When we arrived at his hospital, we entered a VIP ward where the tests would be conducted. He connected some unfamiliar machines to monitor my heart and head. Don't ask me. I don't know shit about hospitals.

"Your heart is in perfect condition, as is your brain," he declared.

"Are you sure?" I questioned.

"Yes, I am. What do you think is wrong with you?" he asked.

Just then, my phone interrupted us, and without looking, I answered and put it on speaker. Little did I know that I would regret that decision later.

"Damien Roberto Sebastian, why the Hell did you change your security passcodes? Don't you realize you have a wife? And that blonde bitch working for you at the front desk dared to insult me. Who does she think she is, your mistress? I swear, if I see you anytime soon, I'll castrate you!" Hannah yelled in my ear furiously.

Damn, I missed her voice, but wait, changed passcodes? Fuck, I'm in so much trouble. My heart started racing in my chest.

"Damien, are you listening to me? I don't want to fight with that woman anymore. Now, get your ass over here," she demanded, ending the call. I took a deep breath, reminding myself it was only her voice. Breathe in, breathe out.

"Can you remove this damn equipment?" I shouted, and Dylan promptly obliged. I turned around and saw Dylan trying to stifle his laughter.

"Is this amusing to you? That woman just yelled at me and had the nerve to hang up. And you find it funny," I remarked, agitated.

I left the hospital to confront the wild animal that was my wife. A few minutes later, I stepped into my private elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

As I arrived, I noticed Hannah looking as though she was ready to unleash her wrath on someone. God, I wanted her to return, but please send her back now. I mean, just look at the anger in her hazel-brown eyes.

Her long, black, silky hair was tied in a bun atop her head, bouncing with every movement. She wore a blue sundress accentuating her curves, and her face bore a permanent scowl. Damn, she looked stunning. Wait, stunning? Fuck, Damien, you seriously need to get your head checked.

I approached her.

"My office is this way," I said, keeping my tone cool.

"You need to learn how to talk to people. I don't understand where you get this attitude when everyone else has manners," she seethed, her voice filled with rage.

I clenched and unclenched my jaw in frustration. She had just insulted me in front of my employees.

"I thought you were here to work, not poke your nose into other people's business. Mind your own damn business," she retorted, projecting authority in her voice.

Damn, she's beautiful. I thought as we entered the office.

"Where the hell have you been, Hannah?" I demanded.

"Spending the weekend with my boyfriend," she replied.

"Who is that guy?" I asked, pinning her against the wall.

"I'm curious, but is that a hint of jealousy?" she taunted, a triumphant, amused smirk forming on her face.

What the hell? Isn't she afraid of our proximity?

"Mr. Damien, have you ever heard of personal space? Besides, I came here for a reason, not to be interrogated about my whereabouts," she stated, pushing me away and strutting past me to confidently sit in my boss's chair, a seat reserved for me.

I stared at her, fury running through every fiber of my being. This girl has a lot of nerve. I opened my mouth to retort with a witty comment, but a sudden knock on the door interrupted our exchange.

Hi Lovelies, how have you been? Chapter Eleven is out! What do you think is going to happen next? Share your thoughts!