Addicted Damien (Sartori #1)

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Refused

It was been three days since I had known about the news that he was already engaged with Victoria. Came from his cousins themselves. I had not confronted Damien about it, I was waiting for him to speak, open the subject, and explain everything to me. I would try to understand.

The decision that I was to make about the relationship that he wanted? It was delayed, and I was glad because I became hesitant about my decision. I got distracted and confused, the news erupted the whole thing in my mind, there I had thought that I already made up my mind, and that's where I was wrong. Absolutely wrong.

An urgent meeting with Triskelion and Rankeillor happened at past six in the evening that day. I slept alone, and woke up alone, after three hours from waking up that morning, he came to tell me that we're leaving. Definitely, it was the reason why Damien did not get my answer. It remained postponed, something like he was suspended for three days straight of receiving and hearing a word from me relating the topic of having a relationship, discreet relationship with him.

We left the Casagranda Residence two days ago, and back here in his condominium. Just the two of us, yet I could not find the reason why he was suddenly busy, answering series of phone calls, typing with his laptop all day, checking some messages from his emails. Back to his usual self, but sometimes he would just ask me how's my day whenever I would meet him in the living room, kiss my forehead or a minute of kissing where our tongue was involved, apparently he would stop and control himself from going deeper and beyond kissing every time I would get his food that I made from the kitchen into his room, surprisingly, yes, we were both sleeping in separate room, and after that little and short encounters with him, here under the same roof, he would be back to his businesses.

Furthermore, I was still hoping if the vacation that he planned and told me about would still happen after all of this sudden changes. It would be somehow refreshing to go to a beach. Specifically, Malibu Beach. I had never been there before.

Kasalukuyan akong nasa loob ng kwarto ko rito sa condominium niya. Ito 'yong kwarto kung saan kami natulog ni Caprice noong nagkulong si Damien sa kabilang kwarto, at 'yon naman ngayon ang ginagamit niya. Gumagabi na, at hindi ko naman kailangang maghanda ng hapunan o magluto dahil ang sabi ni Damien ay magpapadeliver na lamang daw siya.

Binigyan niya ako lahat ng maaaring magamit ko rito, but he forbid me to use phone and laptop. Hindi ko alam kung welcome ba akong makapasok sa kanyang kuwarto gayong nakasara naman ang pinto ngunit hindi lock. Pero sa pagkakaalam ko kasi noon kapag welcome akong pumasok ay hahayaan niya lamang na nakabukas ang pinto.

Nagtiis ako ng tatlong araw na ganito lagi ang ginagawa ko. Nakatulala minsan dahil sa malalim na iniisip at tinitimbang ang magiging desisyon ko. Nababaliw na nga yata ako dahil gusto ko na talagang malaman kung totoo nga ba ang sinabi ng kanyang pinsan. Hindi naman sa hindi ko sila pinagkakatiwalaan, pero kailangan ko lang kasi itong makumpirma.

It was getting really tiring. So I went out of the room and found myself standing in front of Damien's door. I did not even bother to change my clothes, just wearing an almost see-through cotton white coloured flowy racerback tank top, its hem almost reach my mid thighs that all women must have mistaken this as a dress. No bras on since I was used to it back in the Philippines, not wearing bra every time I was at home or in my own room that I rented, but I did wear a seamless panties with the colour of soot black. I did not wear shorts, the tank top was loose and long enough to cover my body until my mid thighs.

Tragically, really unpleasant for me, I had nothing to choose what to wear when it came to underclothes, it was the only type of undergarment that I could wear, particularly, seamless panties, since Damien had provided me various types of bras for my own liking, same type but some had different sexy colours. I would prefer a hipster, mid-rise, women's boybrief or boyshort for an undies. But this was fine though, than a thong or G-string underwear, I would never wear those kinds of undergarments, I did not have tried one to wear, but it seemed uncomfortable with just one look of it.