His to Love (His #3)

Chapter 15

Me: Thought we'd grab a dinner together but it seems like you're not at home. Bummer :(  

This is the text I sent to Damien the previous day and I did not receive any answer. And this morning, when preparing for the work, the doubts start to creep in. Is it really a coincidence that Damien would suddenly stop texting me back after we slept together? 

He's like that with every other woman. What would make me different than them? He got what he wanted, anyway. Maybe I'm not interesting anymore ...

My stomach has been in a cramp since yesterday and this morning, I can't even think about the food. And me not thinking about food is something that has never happened before. Also, me not being hungry is a new feeling, too. 

And when I walk down the stairs and come to the main entrance, I spot Damien, stretching after his morning run. He's sweaty, his clothes are clinging to his body and my mouth waters. I stop in my tracks and he doesn't notice me at first. 

"Damien," I say. I notice how he stops what he's doing and he freezes, his muscles tightening.

He slowly turns to look at me and gives me a crooked, awkward smile. "Brooke. Hi," he says back with a neutral tone.

I cock my head to the side.  "You didn't get my text?" I say flatly, not beating around the bush. 

Damien clears his throat and avoids my gaze. "Uh, yeah. I forgot to answer."

I narrow my eyes. "You forgot to answer ..." I repeat with slight disbelief noticeable in my tone of voice. 

Damien nods, still not looking at me. 

The realisation suddenly hits me. He's brushing me off. Like all of his other one night stands. I huff to myself and shake my head. Pathetic. I'm so pathetic for even thinking it meant anything more to him.

That's who he is. That's what he does. I'm nothing special, not enough to change his opinion, at least. I'm mad at myself for being stupid enough to make myself believe we actually had some deeper connection. Yes, maybe I felt it. But he, apparently, didn't. 

"You're obviously busy so I'll just let you be," I tell him, hiding my emotions from him. I will not give him the satisfaction to see me hurt or, worse, to beg for his attention. 

I hold my head up high and fake my confidence. "See you around," I casually throw at him as I go past him.

I see his confused look and I'm satisfied. No, Damien Knox, maybe you have other women begging for you, but I am not going to. You're not going to see me kneel in front of you.

He already did, dumbass.

Did I mention how much I hate my common sense sometimes? 

I sit in my car and drive away, not giving Damien another glance. Only when I'm out of his sight, I let a few tears wet my face. Because I can not hold it in much longer. 

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Me: Did I do something that you avoid me or something? I'm really confused. Please answer me.  

It was my moment of weakness that made me send him another text after a few days. He was obviously avoiding me, and if he did see me, our conversation didn't move past 'hey' and 'nice to see you, I have to run'. 

Fuck you, too. 

I think him ignoring me hurts more than a flat out rejection from him would. He could tell me that it didn't mean anything to him and that I shouldn't expect anything from our night together. That it was just another one night stand for him. I would understand. I would.