Addicted Damien (Sartori #1)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

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"Paliguan mo'ko, little. Nandidiri ako sa sarili ko. I want a cold shower," mahinahon nitong saad matapos siyang galit na sumigaw kanina, pinagsusuntok ang mga unan hanggang sa magkalat ito sa kaninang maayos kong kama, at sinasabunutan ang sarili na tila ay nababaliw na siya.

Anong pinagsasasabi niya? Nag-iinarte lang ba siya o totohanan na 'to?

Hindi ako makapaniwala. Ang hirap naman kasing paniwalaan, isang Damien Sartori ang magsasabi ng gano'n. Noong una ay akala ko, gusto niya lang na sumabay sa akin sa pagligo kaninang umaga sa condominium niya, tapos ngayon ay gusto niya ako ang magpapaligo sa kanya dahil ano? Nandidiri siya sa kanyang sarili?

Why on Earth would he say and act like that? Was he out of his mind? Just hours ago, we had a fight, he was the boss, the dominant, and then all of a sudden he became this helpless, seemed vulnerable and miserable?

Apparently not, he did not looked like undefended nor unprotected, from the moment he seemed more like demanding and commanding over utmost trifles, making himself an absolute fussbudget.

Raising my brows, I eyed him very carefully. "Damien-"

"Gusto kong matulog dito, ayos lang kung gagapangin mo rin ako," mabilisang pagputol nito sa sasabihin ko bago isinubsob ang kanyang guwapong mukhang bakas ang matinding galit sa isang malapit na unan, nakadapa na ito ngayon sa magulo kong kama.

This were my eyes, and I could not even believe what I was watching. Hallucinating? An illusion? What I was definitely seeing, witnessing was beyond my imaginations. It was not possible, or so I thought. But for those people who only got a matter of seconds or minutes to see Damien's large form and his chiselled face could think what I was thinking. That it was impossible that he could act like this.

He was the man I thought that could not smile nor laugh, and yet, he was the man I had always thought the good sides of him.

Big difference, screaming for justice.

Pero may napagtanto ako sa kabila ng kanyang biglaang inaakto ngayon. Siguro ay ganito talaga sa mga taong malapit sa kanya. Nang dahil sa sinabi niya, ayokong isipin na katulad ako ng ibang babae niya.

"Hindi na, mapagapang ka ro'n kay Barbara," I snapped with eyes narrowed into slits.

His body tensed on the soft mattress of the large bed where he was laying on his stomach, he shut his head up to look at me from burying his angry face against the feathered pillow. His jaw tensed. "Little-"

"No," this moment, it was me who did not let him to even utter another word than the endearment that he usually called me. "Did our mouths taste the same? Did our scent smell the same? Did our touch feel the same, Damien? Paanong hindi mo siya agad nakilala?"

That was my realization. If he did know me that well, smelling my scent for how many times in just one day, everyday, he would immediately figure out that it was not me at the very moment that Barbara crawled on his bed and his pointed nose could reach and smell her. He would know that it was not me.

"Uminom ako," dahilan nito habang nakahiga na sa magulong kama mula sa pagkakadapa nito kanina. Nanatili ang kanyang galit na mga mata sa akin pero alam kong hindi naman sa akin nakatuon ang galit nito. "How could I recognize her when all that I thought about is you?"

Tuluyan na nga talagang nag-ugat ang mga paa ko, hindi ako makagalaw sa kinatatayuan ko.

Should I seriously get used to his straightforwardness? He was a downright jerk just minutes ago, and then after another minute, he became this blunt? Damien was so much hard to deal with, the earlier I got rid of him, the safer I could be.