Facade

Chapter 3

Damian's pov

At the highest floor of Carlos enterprises, I stood facing the wide window watching the traffic below. My mind wasn't at peace. Hasn't been at peace for almost twelve years now. Curse the day I ignored her. If only I had paid attention to her, I'd never have lost her. I'd not be feeling this guilt. I'd be able to look at my parents in the eye. The keep telling me it's not my fault but I know it is. If I had answered her when she called me, she'd still be here with us. But she isn't and it all my fault. My darling Amelia. I moved out of the house immediately I got of age. I couldn't stand to hear my mother cry every night or to see my father not smile again. My heart broke every time I see dad comforting mum. The pain was too much to bear so I vowed never to rest under I found her. I heard the door of my office open and I knew who it was without even turning around. How can I not know? Eric Simpson. He has been working for me for over five years now and over time, we've grown from business partners to friends then to brothers. Though he is ten years older, we get along well. He knows everything about the incident and has been using his connections as a private investigor to track her down for me. I sure as hell hope he has good news for me. I don't think I can take anymore bad news.
"Any news?" I asked without turning around to face him. I waited for a reply but I heard none so I turned around to look at him. He was smiling at him with tears in his eyes. His feet were bouncing on a spot in barely contained excitement.
"Finally" Eric said. His smile morphed into a grin. I arched a brow at him, not exactly understanding what he meant by that world.
"What do you mean by that?" I snapped getting irritated at being kept in the dark. He rolled his eyes ignoring my anger and replied.
"I think we found her"
My heart exploded in my chest. My eyelids pooled with tears. Blood rushed to my ears. My legs buckled under me and I managed to throw my limp body on a chair.
"We can't be sure if she's the one without a DNA test but there is a good chance she's the one" he ramble nervously. I understood what he was saying. He didn't want me to get my hopes up and be disappointed again but I knew Eric. With the way he was nervous, it meant he thinks she's the one.
"Where is she?" I croaked out. My voice rough with emotion.
"Ontario, Canada" he replied.
I took deep breaths trying to control my emotions. I can't let my emotions control me right now. I need to be in control or I might lose her again. When my breath finally regulated, I looked up at him, where he was watching me in concern.
"Get the jet ready. We are going to Canada"

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Karen's pov

Immediately I drove into the garage, Mia leaped out before the car came into a complete stop snapping the door shut. She ran into the house while I got out of the car and followed her. I watched as she ran into the laundry closet and pulled out a broom. She started sweeping the living room while trying to put things in order at the same time. I pulled off my heels and walked up to her. I collected the broom from her and started sweeping. She smiled at me in thanks before scurrying off to the kitchen. I quickly swept the living room and returned the broom to the laundry room. I was about going to the kitchen to join Mia in cleaning when my cell phone rang. I frowned wondering who it could be. Mum and dad already called and my friends don't usually call, they just texted whenever something was up. I picked it up and my heart stuttered when I looked at the caller ID. Guilt filled me when I clicked on the answer button but I didn't care.
"Hello" I whispered, in case Mia could hear me. I'm not ready to tell her yet.
"Hey gorgeous, what are you doing?"
His husky voice sent shivers to my body. Pleasurable shivers. I bit down a moan and struggled to keep my voice from trembling.
"N-nothing" I squeaked out. I heard his chuckle filter into the phone and bit down on my lower lip to keep me from blushing.
   "How about you come over to my place and I finish what I started two days ago? You know that thing that involves you being on the counter in the kitchen?" His voice was husky and incredibly sexy. I remembered what he was talking about and blushed just thinking about it. I clenched my laps together trying to contain myself as I was immediately wet down there. I bit my lip hard trying to keep a moan from escaping my lips. I tasted something metallic in my mouth and noticed I had bit down hard enough to draw blood.
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes" I croaked out. My breathing had spiked up and I collapsed on the couch. I closed my eyes trying to keep the images from flooding my mind.
"Are you alright?" I heard a concerned voice and immediately felt guilty. I opened my eyes to see Mia standing over me. Her eyes was filled with worry and I immediately felt guilty about what I was about to do. But no matter how guilty I felt, I couldn't stop myself. It was like a drug to me. My crave for him was like an addict craving heroin. Besides I saw him first. The thought gave me some kind of relief.
I smiled at her sadly and stood up.
  "I'm fine. Just something about rehearsals. Apparently they need me there. I need to go to. You know how cheerleaders are. They can never get anything done without me being there" I rolled my eyes trying to make my excuse seem real. She smiled at me in understanding. I picked up my car keys and practically ran out the door eager to be away from her innocent face. I got into my car and drove off, Mia's innocent face flashing through my mind.

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