Heart of Pains

Chapter Twenty-nine

Damien's POV

I was working in my office at the business one day when my parents unexpectedly showed up.

"You can't love Hannah, Damien," my parents said.

They came in, hugging me and kissing me on the head without asking.

I was confused by their statement.

"Who else am I supposed to love apart from my wife?"

My mother looked at me and shook her head in disapproval.

"That's the problem, Damien, you can't love her. What you should be doing is the exact opposite," she said.

"And why is that?" I raised an eyebrow at her and crossed my arms in disbelief.

"Listen, honey, Hannah is a killer. So you're supposed to spy on her and hate her," she explained to me.

My jaw dropped in shock at my mother's cruel words towards my wife, and I stood up, slamming my fists on the table as I glared at her.

"You're a hypocrite, a killer, even a monster. Why are you telling me this? Are you afraid she's going to rat you out? Hannah only kills those who harm or wrong her or her loved ones, but you kill for what? Greed, power, more money? So I think I love Hannah. Because she did save my life, right?" I retorted coldly.

My dad glared at me for disrespecting my mother.

"Shut up, Damien, we're trying to protect you," he replied, trying hard to hide who he really is.

I scoffed at him. He was such a liar, and so was my mother. I refused to believe anything they told me. When I spoke, my words were dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, please, all this perfect family front you create is just a façade. You and I both know the demon you all tried to hide from the world. But I still love you two, and Hannah, and that is final," I said firmly.

Mum's features softened into a gentle look and she sat down in front of me.

"Is she your mate?" she asked.

"Yes. It took you guys long enough to figure it out," I said.

She nodded in understanding.

"It's okay, son. Please don't be mad," she added.

"But just be careful," Dad said.

I took a deep breath to contain my anger and replied, "Okay, Dad."

Now that the truth was out, we talked about their relationship. They said there was nothing to discuss, and they were still together and in love. I wanted to call them out on their hypocrisy, but I didn't.

"Son, I think we should merge her companies with ours," my dad suggested.

"She only has a production company. Besides, I gave her a black card which she has been using. She's not wealthy," I retorted, still unsure about the idea.

"That's where you're wrong," my dad said firmly, his tone indicating there was more to the story.

I gave him a confused look.

"Am I hearing things right? I thought I gave her a black card, and she has been using it, which means she does not have money," I said in disbelief, my mind racing to catch up with the revelations.

"No, son, she didn't need it, so she gave it to her grandmother. Hannah has an oil company, a TV/movie production company, and several others under her belt, not even including her Dad's. She built all those companies by herself and put her loyal employees in charge of running them for her. Many people even suspect that she's a shadow, but there's no evidence," mom explained before a realization came to her. "Wait, son, did you call her a gold digger?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I ducked my head in embarrassment but nodded reluctantly. I did call her names, but now I wasn't proud of it. I was ashamed.

"I'm so sorry, but I did call her a gold-digger, mom," I replied, looking sheepish and horrified.

That was all the confirmation she needed to know that I had called her names. She sighed.

"Be good to her son, she's not someone you should mess with."

I was in shock, not knowing my wife's true wealth and the extent of her accomplishments. My mind replayed all the moments when I doubted her intentions and unfairly accused her of being a gold digger. A wave of guilt washed over me, and I realized I had been oblivious to the woman I loved.

Feeling guilty and emotional, I hugged my parents tightly before they left. As they walked out of my office, I was left alone with a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions.

I stared at my phone, which had just pinged, indicating I had received a text. The message read,

"Hey, stranger." It was from Hannah, and just the sight of it brought a smile to my face, momentarily distracting me from the overwhelming news.

"Hey beauty, with just that single text, my day becomes beautiful too," I replied.

The conversation with Hannah quickly escalated into playful teasing and flirtatious banter. She had a way of bringing lightness to my heart, even in the darkest moments. We exchanged messages, filled with affection and longing for each other before we switch to calling.

"Thinking about it, I bet you're so turned on and resisting the urge to touch yourself," she teased.

"Damn right, I can't help the dirty thoughts. I wish you were here," I admitted, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks.

"Careful handsome, you're getting addicted," she playfully warned.

"I don't care, as long as it's not cocaine, but you, we're cool," I responded, trying to match her playful tone.

She giggled and I could picture her with a mischievous look on her face.

"So.... Are you going to work late tonight? I just put the kids to sleep, the nanny is gone, and I'm touching myself while thinking about how I'm going to tie you to my bed and fuck you so hard and fast with my mouth that you'll spill all your seed into my mouth. Oh, damn, I can't wait," she said suggestively, her breathing becoming heavier and more excited.

My heart pounded in my chest, the distraction of our playful conversation only adding to the excitement of the news about Hannah's success.

"I might just ditch the office, but then I have an important meeting to go to," I replied, struggling to focus on anything other than the image she had planted in my mind.

"Hold that thought until then. By the way, when are you going to take me on a date?" she asked. I could sense a hint of playfulness mixed with genuine curiosity.

"We'll go out Friday, but be sure to dress casually. We might have public sex," I smirked, feeling daring and eager to explore new levels of intimacy with my wife.

"Yes!" she responded enthusiastically.

I did a fist pump in excitement.

"Alright, stranger, see you later. I have a meeting to get to. I'll keep the thought of your mouth wrapped around my cock with me. See you later, honey," I replied, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of affection and desire for her.

The rest of the meeting passed in a blur. I managed to secure the deal, but my mind kept drifting back to Hannah and the exciting plans we had for Friday night. When I finally left the office, I rushed home to my family, eager to spend time with my wife and kids.

The rest of the night was filled with passionate moments shared with my wife. We engaged in sinful, yet legal activities between husband and wife, each moment reaffirming our love for each other.

Despite the excitement and distraction of our passionate night, I couldn't help feeling nervous about the upcoming date on Friday. Call me a chicken, but I didn't want to blow the chance to strengthen our connection and explore new dimensions of love.

However, as the days went by, Hannah continued to do an excellent job of distracting me, filling our moments together with laughter and joy. I was beginning to understand that love wasn't about perfection but cherishing the imperfect moments that made our bond even stronger.