My Guilty Pleasure

11. Goodbye

11. Goodbye

After I said goodbye to everyone in the office and talked a little with Catalina and Hugo I then went to check my office. Surprisingly I didn't see Damien. A little disappointed I entered the office and stood next to a large window looking thoughtfully into the distance. I didn't notice how much time has passed until I felt arms around my waist. My heart began pounding hard and I immediately recognized the touch. I bit my lip and mentally began to yell at myself not to enjoy this contact. I felt a warm breath on my neck and I shuddered from it, but not in a bad way. I remained motionless until I heard that voice.

- I missed you kitty... –For a moment I stood motionless recalling his touch but then I realize what I'm doing, and in a fast movement I twisted out of his hands. I turned around so that now we are face to face. My eyes passed over his face, and I felt my heart speed up when I saw his arrogant smile. I hate that smile but somehow... That smile is part of his personality. I continued to watch him, and unconsciously I licked my lips remembering a part of the good times we had together. Yet he is the first man who awakened lust in me. Damen's smile grew even more, and I looked at his eyes, wondering what's so funny.

- I would say you missed me too sweetheart... - He winked at me and started to walk towards me. I tightened my lips and shook my head.

- You have a big opinion of yourself, Damien. But basically, you're no different from ordinary thugs who rape women. Tell me, Damien, did daddy taught you how to mistreat women? I read that he has experience in that. - I said poisonously and smiled wickedly. I know this is a low blow from me, but it's time for me to start fighting back. He thinks he can stamp on me like on a rug whenever he wants. Damien's face has now become somewhat angry and sad. It surprised me but I didn't lower my defensive position. He is guilty, he physically attacked me. That was abuse, and I won't tolerate it.

- Desiree... I am many, many things in life. But I have never abused women. That isn't my style. So... I apologize. I am truly sorry for my behaviour. - He said with no emotions but I can see the truth in his face. At least I think I can see it... I kept a straight face looking at him wondering what to do now. Something in me is telling me to forgive him but part of me suspects that this is all just lie. I gave people my trust too easily. I think that everyone is like me and that they wouldn't betray anyone. I'm too naive for this world and I'm aware of that, but what can I do.

- I don't care Damien. Save it for someone else. In the future, stay away from me. I want you to stay at a distance from me, and I'm serious. I started a new life, a better life. And please don't make me problems with my boyfriend, I just want to leave everything in the past. - I said every word but I don't know why I feel some pain in my heart like my body is repeatedly warning me that I lied. I swallowed nervously and watched the change on Damien's face. Anger! Treason! All the worst possible emotion I see in him and it hurts me to know that I caused them. I looked at his face, refraining myself not to say anything stupid. Something that I shouldn't. I closed my eyes for a moment, waiting for that face to disappears. Slowly, as if I just wake up from a distant dream, I opened my eyes and saw Damien standing right next to me. My first instinct was to move but I didn't. My heart didn't allow me to move away. I looked into his eyes and saw that he now put the mask of no emotion on his face. I can't read anything from his face.

- So this is goodbye... – He caught my waist and pulled me towards him. The next moment his lips were merged with mine. Only this time... I expected a rough, passionate kiss, full of lust and wildness as he is. But this isn't like that. This is a gentle, slow, loving kiss. What? His lips moved around and I haven't responded, but it doesn't mean that I'm not enjoying the warmth of his lips. This doesn't scare me, it even gives me comfort. As if he's showing me how much he's missed me.