Tethered To Your Heart

Chapter-8

Rosalia checked her cellphone for her upcoming schedule. Suddenly she gets a phone call from an unknown number. Maybe it's time to go back to reality. It's been a whole week since they arrived on this spectacular Greek island.
"Hello? Dr. Haynes speaking."
"Dr.Haynes you're requested to join the team, we need you to go back to the field. A car will be waiting for you at the airport. Please report back at the earliest."
"Okay, Thank you for the information."
This whole week both of them enjoyed in the bliss of the moments together. When Damien asked her about the scar near her lower hips in the midnight Lia got all nervous about it.
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"Rose you're shivering, how did it happen I want to know, sometimes you sleep peacefully in my arms other times you keep murmuring to help you. " He said with concern and pulled her closer. "Are you hiding something from me Rose? I need to know. " He added. "Damien I am afraid I can't tell you everything. You might have to wait until I am ready to tell you about it okay?"

However when she had asked him about his impending marriage to his childhood friend heiress he was quick to respond that she is already married to one of his old friend back in Harvard.
"Time to go back huh?" Lia sighed as she went downstairs to find Damien perched on the lounge chair with his laptop. She marveled at his dedication once again, Damien  explained to her one afternoon after lunch how he wanted to expand the vision his father had for the Company. Damien has planned to keep playing football until he's at least 30 years old. Until then his appointed CEO handles it. Still he multitasks from time to time.
"Damien I have to go back home, there's an emergency at one of our Campsites." "Alright, when will I see you again? " He asked uncertainly.
"I'll call you Damien." He shut down his laptop. "I wanted to ask you about Samantha's promotion. It'll go unhitched right?" Lia asked.
"I wanted to bring you here one way or another. So I called up Alex to ask Samantha's permission to use her as a bait to blackmail you. You can ask her if you want." Rosalia was shocked at his sudden revelation. "I feel betrayed by Sam right now. You shouldn't do anything like that you knew that I'd think the worst of you after you tried Blackmailing me!" He got up from the chair and pulled her in his arms.
"All I cared at that moment was to bring you back in my life any way possible even if it meant me to turn into a rascal. I just wanted you back."
He  said  softly,  'You  are  very  lovely.  But  worth  the  ruin of  a  man's  whole  future  life?  I  truly  wonder.' She  had  not,  of  course,  realised  that  shu ting  o  the sight  of  him  would  simply  heighten  all her  other  senses sight  of  him  would  simply  heighten  all  her  other  senses, making  her  vividly  aware as  he  moved  even  closer.  So  close  that  she thought  she  could  feel  the  strong  heavy  beat  of  his  heart echo  in  her  own  bloodstream.  Could  absorb  the  clean, soap-enhanced  scent  of  his  warm  skin.  He  began  to  touch  her,  his  hand  skimming  lightly  from the  curve  of  her  cheek  down  her  throat  to  her  shoulder, then  moulding  the  slender  outline  of  her  body  in  one long,  sweeping  movement  that,  in  spite  of  her inexperience,  Rosalia  recognised  as  more  a  declaration  of intent  than  a  caress.  A  gesture  that  promised  total possession. In  her  self-imposed  darkness,  she  was  conscious  of other  things,  too.  The  powerful  and  potent  reality  of  his  male  arousal. She  felt  his  fingers  cup  her  chin,  turning  her  face towards  him,  and  then  experienced  the  brush  of  his lips  on  hers,  lingering,  searing,  and  oddly,  unexpectedly gentle.  He  kissed  her  again,  his  mouth  persuasive— insistent.  Seeking,  some  instinct  told  her,  the  beginnings of  a  surrender  she  dared  not  risk.  Because  once  she  had yielded  she  knew  with  utter  certainty  that  there  would be  no  way  back—and,  more  shockingly,  nor  did  she want  there  to  be. His  hand  found  her  breast,  taking  its  rounded softness  in  his  palm,  his  thumb  teasing  her  nipple  and bringing  it  to  aching,  hardening  life  with  an  ease  that amazed  her.  And  warned  her,  too,  that  her  lips  were beginning  to  soften  under  the  subtle  pressure  of  his  kiss. Even—parting. With  a  gasp,  she  jerked  her  mouth  from  his,  at  the same  time  seizing  his  wrist  and  dragging  it  away  from her. She  felt  him  pause,  and  waited,  her  pulses  pounding unevenly.  Wondering. He  said  quietly,  'Look  at  me.' She  obeyed  unwillingly,  her  gaze  uncertain  as  it  met his. " When you're back in London ,I want you to come to the finals game if we make it." . Lia nodded hesitantly. She herself has no idea how long does she will be gone this time.
The whole way back to London Damien was busy in conference calls, while Lia started writing about everything that happened to her in her diary. She wanted to remember every little moment she spent with Damien. She was glad that he finally opened up to her about his family and everything, he really cared about her.