Addicted Damien (Sartori #1)

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Defended

Halter cropped blouse cotton vest off shoulder tank top with the colour of garnet red, and was paired with jean denim high waist blue tassel booty shorts. The material stuck around her small waist that anyone could think that it could be the second layer of her warm ivory skin, only if the colour of the shorts was not denim blue tassel. Too tight that I could not even imagine how she manage to wear it.

I just only hoped that any parts of the booty shorts would not tear up, I wondered if she was wearing undergarments? That was not my problem anymore.

However, the one who was wearing those sexy clothes was my problem. She intended to scratch me, and told me that Damien was in her room. What was Damien doing there? I thought that he did not like the idea of seeing her because of what happened last night? Did he sleep on the bed beside me, or sleep on someone else's bed?

Too bad. I had enough of their games, and I was not in the mood to play.

Disregarding Barbara's intense presence, I turned my back and brush off the heavy feeling of something familiar on my tightening chest. Gripping my arm with my other hand, I did not want anyone to notice the noticeable long scratch on my arm, but, thus far, my palm failed to cover the whole of it, the half of the scratch was still seeable.

Nakalayo na ako sa kinatatayuan ni Barbara at ang akala ko ay lulubayan niya na ako, pero parang hayok talaga ito sa paghahanap ng makakaaway at hinabol pa talaga ako.

Marahas niyang hinila ang aking braso kung saan niya iyon kinalmot at puwersahan akong pinaharap sa kanya.

A sour grimace of pain deliberately tainted my face when I felt her long nails dug into my skin.

Would the raw and fresh scratch that she inflicted on me not enough? Her nails was making a mark on my arm as she gripped it harder and tighter.

"Don't turn your back at me, I'm still talking to you, bitch," she hissed, harshly shaking my arm where she had a firm grasp on me.

Sumusubra na talaga siya. Pilit kong inaalala kung anong nagawa ko sa kanya noon? Hindi ko naman siya nilapitan o kahit sandaling kinausap noon?

Who had given her the confidence to finally confront me? I should not be shocked anymore since she had all the confidence and freedom to do whatever she wanted. It was her choice.

And I had thought that mayhap her pride and amour propre, note the sarcasm, was being stomped and crushed into powder of nothing but disgrace by Damien last night when he left her after she crawled for him on his bed.

That was pretty unladylike, having such difference of her appearance and attitude as Damien's previous inamorata.

"Let go of me," I said, in a firm and calm voice as I fixated a stern look at her.

Pinipigilan ko ang sariling ekspresyon na ngumiwi. I masked the pain, I did not want to give her the satisfaction. Ayaw ko rin namang manakit ng pisikal, hindi ako tutulad sa mga pinaggagagawa niya sa akin ngayon.

Ginagawa niya ito, marahil ay gusto niyang makita kung ano ang gagawin ko, kung paano ako magalit.

I would disappoint her of what she was expecting to happen though, because I would never waste my time to be angered over small issues as she was continuously fueling the fire. Planting hatred in her polluted mind until hell would rot with it.

"What if I don't? What would you do?" Instead of releasing me, she just squeezed my arm painfully, and I held back the squeal and groan that almost escape through my throat. Her upturned eyes of true sapphire was as narrow as her mind. With downturned mouth and flaring nose, her expression shifted from anger into mocking. She sneered at me. "Are you going to tell Damien about this, huh? Coward bitch. Don't pretend, darling, you are no angel."