Always Romira

Chapter - 5

"I never knew what love was before you, but now when I look in your eyes I realise love is not something to know, it's everything to feel, and you make feel until I forget to breath."
~ Akanksha Jaiswal.

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Akira

I turn to him when he comes to stand in front of the seat opposite of mine. He is in black three piece suit, looking like a handsome devil. I recognise the darkness lurking behind his onyx eyes, I used to see it in Romero's eyes, the only difference is he hides his better than Romero. Rom doesn't really hide them but revel in his darkness where as Damon conceals his in a fake facade.

I wonder for a fleeting moment what kind of demons are chasing him. Then he smirks cockily, noticing me stare him as he elegantly fix his form on the seat. The thing is, he is hot and he knows it and is confident about it. There is no vulnerability in his demeanor and I highly doubt he ever let himself expose in other's eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Ross." I offer him my hand professionally, not knowing how else to greet him.

Amusement fills his eyes and he takes my hand for a shake as if humouring me. "Hello Akira, Damon is just fine."

A waiter appears on our table, "Would you like to order now, sir?"

Damon points toward me. Ah a gentleman. I give a small smile to waiter, "A hot chocolate, please." Its cold and hot chocolate would help me.

"Black coffee for me." Damon orders his.

Figured, I roll my eyes. What's with rich people and their black coffee?

I watch the waiter leave and then Damon, "I want to know what your reasons are for stalking me but first tell me when did King talk to you?"

He cocks his perfect black brows, assessing me, "You boyfriend or should I say ex-boyfriend?"

My heart clenches painfully at the remainder. I'm still not able to accept this reality that Romero is no longer mine. "That's none of your business." I snap.

"I am not apologizing for it." He tells me, his lips thinning in a line. I'm sure he is not used to people talking to him like that.

"I don't expect you to. Just answer the damn question." I'm irritated, all the tiredness of the day are catching me.

He stays silent for few moments before opening his mouth, "He reached out for me a day before your birthday."

He knows my birthday? Why am I not surprised? He probably investigated me just like Romero did. Don't these people understand the meaning of privacy? Maybe its not in their dictionary but it sure as hell in mine and I don't like my privacy getting invaded.

And I don't understand why Romero never told me about it. He promised he would tell me if he knew anything.

And you promised you'd never leave him. What about that?

I had to break my promise and I have a good reason for it. It's not like I deliberately broke my promise, it was the situation that made me do that.

Keep telling yourself.

I ignore that voice when the waiter returns with our order. I thank him and take a sip of my freshly made hot chocolate.

"Are you going to tell me those reasons of yours for violating my privacy?"