Heart of Pains

Chapter Twenty-four

Hannah:

When I finally arrived upstairs, I started looking for Owen. Several people told me he was at the bar. I walked over, and there he was, turning on his charm on the female bar attendant.

"You're such an amazing bartender. Do you mind teaching me some tricks?" he asked her with a flirtatious smirk.

I grabbed a glass, tequila, and some ice, and made a tequila on the rocks before chugging it down.

Owen noticed me immediately.

"Wow, I didn't know you could be this fast," he said sarcastically, but I chose to ignore it.

Instead, I gave him an unamused look and crossed my arms.

"Did you send him to me on purpose?" I asked, looking at him suspiciously.

Owen's eyebrows shot up as he stared at me.

"Send who?" he asked, confused.

"I'm talking about Damien. He was up in my room!" I spat in annoyance.

As soon as the words left my mouth, Owen's features twisted into amusement and he burst out laughing. Soon, he was laughing so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes. But I didn't see how this was so funny.

I scowled at him.

"It isn't funny, Owen, you know that, right? Did you send my husband to me?" I asked.

He got himself under control and shot me an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, Hannah, but it's just that your description matched your husband's, and the person I assigned to do the task didn't care to run it through since he found the perfect candidate on such short notice," he explained. "Do you get what I'm saying?"

I groaned.

"And it turns out to be my husband. Nice. I will see you whenever. For now, I'll call it a night. Thanks to you," I replied and walked out.

I found my husband in the car, thank God that he is dressed. I am still reeling from the shock of what just happened in the room with him when we finally reached home. I opened the door and slammed it on my way in to show how pissed I am.

"I'm sorry." he said when he caught up with me.

"Save it. Let's just go in. I don't want to give the maid something to talk about tomorrow," I answered, still walking till I reached the door.

I opened it with my key and stepped in. I went straight to the kitchen to get cold water because I knew that I was going to need to cool off before I snapped his neck.

"I'm sorry,"

I turned and glared at him, shutting him up.

"You need to stop apologizing for something that you meant to happen," I snapped.

"I don't regret it, Han. I was just desperate and frustrated, but I'm sorry," he replied.

"Alright, but I still don't get why you don't fucking understand that this is an arranged marriage. You should know that. I mean, you've made it known to me in the past that you want nothing to do with me and call me all sorts of names like gold digger, slut, whore, and the list goes on. But suddenly, you're now everywhere in my damn life. WTF is with that?!" I yelled in frustration.

"I don't get it either, but at least we can move past that," he replied.

"Okay, look, I'm tired, Damien. Let's sleep off whatever happened today, and we'll talk tomorrow," I said and walked inside my room while trying to get some sleep, which was hard because my brain decided to show me a flashback of everything. It turned out to be a marathon of rolling around and trying to get some sleep.

Damien's POV

I can't sleep. I can't even find sleep. That's what happened until sunlight slipped inside my window, so I dropped my laptop that I was using to work when I discovered that I can't sleep without having a flashback of what happened between me and Hannah. I moved to the kitchen to make some coffee so that I can take it to my room and continue working.

"Morning," I turned around, but I regretted it immediately. Hannah was dressed in a transparent tank top and see-through shorts. I gulped thickly.

"Morning," she moved inside and started heating up a leftover pizza from yesterday. When she was done, she pulled it out and prepared a cup of coffee, adding enough milk and sugar. I mean, I thought she liked her coffee black. All of these thoughts flooded into my head, and I was confused and horny at the same time.

"Do you want some?" she asked.

Why the fuck is she acting so damn normal while I'm here trying hard not to look at her ample bosom on that transparent top? Even her tank top is so damn transparent, and when she turned around, I ended up staring at her nipples. God, give me strength because I really need to overcome this early morning temptation. But then, I'm so fucking hard. This kind of reaction to male anatomy is frustrating and also painful. Here comes another cold shower.

"Can you please stop?" she said.

"Stop what?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Stop staring at me, it's creepy," she replied while taking out the pizza.

She placed it on the dining table and dived in without inviting me. I mean, what do I expect? I picked up one piece and started chewing, and I did not realize how hungry I was before I started chewing. In no time, the plate was cleared and washed by Hannah, while I just sat and watched in awe. "Are you done staring?" she asked.

"No," I said. "Wait... staring at what?" I questioned when I noticed that she was not talking about the pizza.

"Are you done staring at my ass, Damien?" she asked.

"No, I'm still enjoying the view," I answered with a smirk, hoping it's going to get me punished, you know the kind of punishment I'm talking about. But she just walked out of the kitchen without doing a thing. I followed her.

"Hannah, I'm sorry. I was just trying to flirt with you. I didn't know it was going to make you mad," I said, trying to explain.

"You did quite the opposite, Damien. Do us both a favor and strip," she said and spun around to stare at me.

A sweet thrill moved through my spine with just that one look. I shrugged off my hoodie and pants very fast.

"Sit on the couch," she commanded, and I obeyed. I never knew I was this good at listening to instructions. She climbed on top of my knees. This position is so much better. She moved her waist in circles, while I hissed in pleasure. "Damien, look at me."