Addicted Damien (Sartori #1)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Argument

Lots of pure white fluffy towels where folded neatly and placed on the warm sofa set in front of the large flat television, one underlit king-sized bed, and the sliding glass door for us to sightsee the view outside to the terrace, as it was hanged with blackout curtains, absolutely blocking the view outside.

I could not believe that I was here, in one of the expensive hotel here in the busy and buzzing San Francisco, city of California.

Not ever in my life would I imagine myself to come here, or outside the dear country where I was born and grew up. This was beyond my imagination, I would prefer to believe that this was just some sort of illusion, and I was being delusional.

Apparently, here I was, touching and tracing my fingers softly near the headrest of the king-sized bed where the plain ivory bedspread was exposed from being hidden with the thick comforter on top, also, almost covering halfway of the bed. And not to forget the white feather pillows stuffed just inches down the headrest of the bed.

"I ordered our dinner, and we'll eat here, just wait for it. We can eat dinner in a fine restaurant tommorow night if you want."

Huminto ako sa paghaplos ng kama at hinarap si Damien na siyang unang nagsalita. "Bakit sinama mo'ko rito?"

I noticed that we were alone inside this hotel room, the bellhop had left.

"Dahil gusto ko." Damien's controlled voice left no room for any argument.

Napailing na lamang ako sa pinapakitang ugali nito sa akin. "Hindi mo ba naisip kung gusto ko rin ba 'to?"

His eyes darkened at my question, and narrowed into slits. That was when I felt the shiver ran down my spine. It reminded me that, again, I was not the boss here.

"Do not argue with me, Saoirse," wala nang kasing gaspang at tigas ang boses nito habang maawtoridad na nakatayo malapit lamang sa nakasarang pinto. "Get your robe and take a shower, your pyjamas will be delivered here any minute."

Nadagdagan lamang ang naramdaman kong galit sa kanya, at natakpan ang takot at kaba na sa simula pa lang ay nararamdaman ko na para sa kanya. I licked my bottom lip to moist it, preparing myself to voice out my side.

"I just want to clear things out, Damien, that I don't like you ordering me around," naghihinagpis sa galit na sabi ko rito, mahina ang boses ko dahil may natitira pa naman akong takot sa kanya para iwasang pagtaasan siya ng boses. "I am not your slave, your men abducted me—"

"That clarify it," he stated, cutting me off my words. "I abducted you, that only means you're my responsibility."

Bahagyang nakaawang ang mga labi ko habang 'di makapaniwalang nakatingin sa kanya. Malaki ang distansya sa pagitan namin kaya ang lakas ng loob kong sumagot-sagot sa kanya ngayon.

"I don't understand..." marahan ang aking boses nang muli akong nagsalita.

Nasaksihan ko ang paninigas ng kanyang panga habang 'di ako nito nilulubayan ng tingin kahit na isang segundo. His intense gaze upon me had drawn fear to me, and I felt my chest tightened that had made me take soft laboured breaths.

"I don't tolerate disobedience, I won't let you disobey me, and you're under my care," mababa ang tono ng boses nito, pinapakalma ang kanyang sarili. "Gusto mo ba'ng paliguan pa kita, Saoirse?"

Humakbang ako paatras nang dahil sa huling sinabi nito, at ang pag-iba ng paraan ng pagtingin nito sa akin, sa katawan ko.

"Ang bastos mo," a frown marked with displeasure and disgust displayed on my face. "Gagawin ko kung anong gusto ko at 'di ko na kailangan na marinig pa ang mga utos mo."