Addicted Damien (Sartori #1)

Chapter 30

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Chapter 30

Wet

"Suot mo ang damit ko, dala mo ang phone ko at kumuha ka pa ng pera ko saka umalis. Lahat ng 'yon nang hindi hinihingi ang permiso ko," kalmado ngunit alam kong may nakakubling galit sa kanyang matigas na boses. "Pero nakikita mo naman, 'di ba? Hindi ako galit."

He did not really sound like he was angry, and mad, because he was holding it back, covering his hardening voice with comforting, emollient words to soothe me. Stretching and adding more of his patience, albeit was getting shorter and thinner every passing second. That quite he had not done before, and the rest of history where he could not handle intense emotions such as anger.

And now he could, though, he was still trying.

I sniffed, and buried my flushed face with wet cheeks deeper into his neck. "I-I'm sorry..."

"Sh, little, don't cry," Damien soothed with a mixture of his hard tone, and I could feel the bulge in the front side of his strong neck, at his thick throat, his Adam's apple, bobbed against my arm as I was wrapping my arms loosely around his neck. Foraging, searching for his comfort.

Hereupon, I knew how, in what way this day would end. I was afraid, it had made me feel excitement. How would he scold me? Would he finally get rid of me? There's just one week left before the month ends, and however, I had not felt any signs of me, being and possibly pregnant.

Yet I was still mourning, grieving the real death of my parents, and Damien did not know about it. If it was possible that I was pregnant, wouldn't it be unhealthy for me to cry and feel distress? Anyhow, he had still offered me his comfort and assurance that everything would pass by and be fine. Thus far, the excitement and enticement that he made me feel was not enough to diminish my heartrending grief.

At the moment, we were in my room, and he was sitting on the edge of my bed, as I was slouched on his sinewy thighs. His arms secured and relaxed around me, rippled with muscles. Muscle-bound, he was.

Hindi pa rin matigil ang paghikbi ko, my legs were parted, at binalewala ko na lamang ang nararamdaman kong naninigas at tila ay pumipintig na umbok sa loob ng suot na boxers ni Damien.

"Did you miss your friend? My underboss' girlfriend?" Grunted Damien. Sinusubukan niya yatang patahanin ako.

Kanina pa kasi talaga ako umiiyak. Maraming rason kung bakit. Hindi lang dahil sa nalaman kong wala na talaga ang mga magulang ko nang hindi nalalaman sa kung anong paraan silang nawala. Aksidente o may sinadyang patayin talaga siya?

Dumadaosdos ang mga luha ko sa kadahilanang sobrang pagkalito, at ni wala na akong maintindihan sa mga pangyayari sa buhay ko.

But when Damien mentioned about his underboss' girlfriend, waves of hope surged through me.

"C-Caprice?" I confirmed. He talked like he did not know Caprice's name.

I felt Damien gently nodded his head. "I can call my underboss via FaceTime."

Huminga ako ng malalim nang naalala rin ang isang tao. "M-Miss ko na rin si Cecelion—"

"What? No." Provoked. His afire anger ignited.

After seconds of sniffing and snuggling my face that wore distress and downheartedness, I slowly pulled away from him, but just enough distance between us. I had wiped the back of my hand to my wet nose, but I did not notice that Damien had prepared a box of tissue beside us. I was stopped from trying to rub the back of my hand against my face to clean and dry the tears off it when Damien himself using the tissue, wiped my tears, and the remaining hot liquid on my nose without feeling disgust.