Meant to be His (COMPLETED!)

13 The guilty conscience

AMBER'S POV
(same day as Damien's in the previous chapter)
It was Saturday morning and like everyday, I  did not have to prepare Damien's breakfast. He had left before I arrived. The project that he is recently working on seems to be quite important for him.

When I went for cleaning his office, there were two empty cups of coffee and by the looks of it, he slept on the couch again like these past few days, if the ruffled blankets were any indication.

I sighed folding the blankets and arranging them on the couch. He does not even seem to have enough time to walk to his room just few doors away. I shook my head.

There wasn't much work to do today since I had already bought enough groceries and other stuff yesterday to last through the weekend. After doing the laundry , I called Becca.

"Hey stranger" came her voice making me smile.

"Hi Bec. How are you and is Beth alright now?" I asked worried.

"She is fine now, well better than before but you know how she gets when she is sick" she asked tiredly and I could hear Beth in the background mumbling something.

"Okay let me guess, she is in her favourite pink strawberry shortcake pajamas, cursing her runny nose and is ordering you around for her favourite chicken noodle soup again and again.
And let's not forget, she is still under the blankets and throwing a tantrum about not wanting to have a bath"

"That about sums it up except that you forgot the sappy romantic movies with ice cream" she made a gagging noise.

Becca was more of comedy or action movies type of girl. The rom-coms weren't enough comedy and that she could not handle any more drama is her excuse.

I laughed at her frustration. Beth always gets cranky like a baby when sick but won't stop stuffing her face with ice cream.

After a few minutes, we ended the call and I made myself lunch.

It gets boring staying here alone all the time especially when there isn't much to do but today being Saturday was kind of nice since the job sometimes could be pretty exhausting.

I just couldn't wait to get back to my baby. I already miss her.

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The day dragged by quite slowly and I literally counted the hours before which I could leave.

It was around 6:30 when I heard the doorbell. I looked at the clock and frowned.

No one was expected here, atleast not that I remember Damien mentioning.

And it was yet not time for Damien to return. He usually comes after I leave. And he has a key.

I went to open the door when the doorbell rang again, interrupting my thoughts. There stood Damien with his eyes closed leaning against the wall looking drunk.

"Damien, what happened to you. Come on in. Can you walk?" only when I called his name did he lift his head.

"I am fine and yes I can walk" he slurred and staggered into the living room. It looked like he would fall any minute now and I held his arm to support him, walking him to his bedroom.

It was time for me to go but I just couldn't leave him like this. I prepared coffee and took medicines for him.

He has never been this drunk before, atleast not in front of me. And never have I seen any alcohol bottles in his room or study, I thought while preparing his coffee.