REISS

42. The Father

"Mr Reiss."

I hummed as I looked over the shoulder of a stout man standing in front of me. A familiar pale woman in a white dress stood across from me, stealing glances at me but only when I wasn't looking at her. I couldn't suppress the feeling of familiarity which rose in my gut whenever I looked at her. I could feel her eyes on me whenever I talked to someone. I caught her looking at me when I was talking to Mr Sanders.

"You seem a little tired, have been taking care of yourself?"

"Yeah. Haven't been sleeping well." I replied trying to force a smile.

"Oh son. Is it wife trouble? If it is then sort it out before it is too late. It helps." He joked and then patted me on the back as he broke into laughter.

"I think it already is." I muttered under my breath then I chuckled unmindfully to his joke.

"What, son?"

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr Sanders." I forwarded my hand as I tried to rave through my memory to remember who that gorgeous brunette was.

"The pleasure is all mine." He said shaking my hand firmly

Now that I caught her staring at me, I saw the brunette walk towards me. Swaying her hips a little more than needed, as her brown hair flowed behind her.

"Now, I will take my leave." With that Mr Sanders left.

I turned to the mysterious woman who was approaching me.

"Damien." She called out my name so sultrily that I took a minute to realise it wasn't a moan.

"Yes, Miss..." I trailed of as I gave up trying to remember her.

"Have you really forgotten on me or are pretending to have forgotten me?"

"I apologise for what seemed that way but I really don't remember meetin—"

"It's me, Sara."

Wow. I literally forgot the face of my sixth grade college gold digger girlfriend. Or probably she changed a lot.

"Oh, how are you doing?" I asked suddenly losing all my interest to talk to her. I think even before knowing she was my ex, I lost interest the moment she moaned my name.

"Good. What has it been? 10 years?"

See. Not even bothered to ask how I was doing. That is why I left her.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

"So, how about catching up to all these years tonight? I'm sure you will have fun after all these years." She offered as she winked at me, her lips curving into a very seductive smile.

"Nope, I have a wife, waiting for me at home. Don't you have someone waiting for you back at home?"

Her eyes flashed anger which soon morphed into jealousy as she heard me. She shot daggers at me, as I was amused by the fact that I finally got a chance to be so mean to her after so many years. I was too in love in the past to be mean to her when she dumped me.

She scowled at me and then spun on her heels, walking out of my sight.

Seriously? A wife? Waiting at home?

Bullshit.

   
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I was woken from my sleep by a continuous knock on my door. I just laid on my bed making no sound of living, hoping they would go away. But no? I knew this persistant ass would belong to my brother since he is the only one who has been checking on me, since a month. Since the time she left me. Alone. All alone.