Written By : Pamela James
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There was a sound of a sigh.
“Yes, there are guys. Cynthia’s fiance and two other guys from my work.”
He groaned — the sound of an exhausted man.
“The two other guys, your colleagues, do they have an interest on you?”
I smiled to myself.
I knew this.
I raised a brow.
“What if they have?”
He groaned even louder with a “F-ck!” in the end.
Too amused with his reaction, I chuckled.
“I’m just kidding.”
“Oh, my princess is playing with my heart. You’re gonna pay for this when I come back,” he said with a kind of voice so thick with some emotion that I couldn’t fathom.
I finally let out the laugh that I was preventing.
“You’re so funny, Damien Mason,” I said teasingly.
“How do you think I shall pay?”
“It’s something that your mind couldn’t even imagine,” he declared, his dangerous tone kind of stuck in my ear.
If he could only see the red color in my cheeks right now…
“You’re really a p�rv�rt!”
This time, he was the one chuckling.
This s3x-craved p�rv�rt!
“Ha, ha, ha…” I faked a laugh to go with his chuckle.
He burst out laughing as he heard me.
Oh, the sound of his laughter brought tingles in me.
“No, it’s you who’s thinking of something p�rverty, princess!” He was still laughing.
Then, his tone shifted into a serious note,
“What I mean to say is… I’m not gonna hurt you ever… anymore…”
I silenced myself.
Wow, Damien Mason!
“But I’m pretty sure that I can badly hurt these f-cking guys hitting on you! I swear!”
“Seriously? Like how?” I challenged him..
I wanted to know how violent he could become apart from beating guys.
“I’ll wring their necks until they’ll fully surrender and acknowledge that you only belong to me.”
I gripped my phone harder.
He was really impossible.
He would do that for me?
Was he crazy?
“Really?” I asked sarcastically.
“And who are you to do that to any of my suitors?”
This time, after hearing me say those words, he stopped laughing…like really stopped… because I hadn’t heard his voice anymore.
Oh, I just spoiled the fun.
“Damien, are you still there?” I asked later, pacing on the floor.
“What am I really to you, Daniella?” he asked back.
It was a serious question which I hadn’t expected to hear.
I didn’t answer instead gulped something in my throat.
“What am I to you?” he asked again.
I pressed my lips together.
Could I still say you’re my husband, Damien?
“I don’t know,” I said instead and closed my eyes.
But he answered quickly,
“I will patiently wait for that day when you’ll finally figure out what I am to you, Daniella.”
I opened my eyes because I felt the sincerity in his tone.
“How about me? What am I to you?” I couldn’t let this question slip.
I wanted to know how I would label our kind of relationship.
“For me, you’re my wife. But, more than these terms, Damien, I’d like you to know that you’re mine. You’re my past, present and future. You’re my everything,” he said instantly, like there was no need for him to think of what he was going to say.
My heart did the weird beating again.
“I love you,” he concluded.
I love you, too, Damien Mason.
My God, I couldn’t help it anymore.
I was already tired of these denials.
Why shouldn’t I say it?
I even bravely said these words to him when he was still denying his feelings.
This time that he was admitting it to me, why shouldn’t I say it?
“I… yeah… I l-love…”
There was again the thumping of my heart, the loudest and fastest beating I ever felt.
I paused and paced around the narrow spot.
No, I couldn’t wait anymore for him to come back so I could tell him this face to face… I wanted to say the words now… in spite of the great distance separating us.
“Damien…” I looked up the ceiling.
“You won’t hurt me right?”
Well, I needed to be sure of everything before I would say the magic words.
I heard him chuckle….
“I won’t. I will never hurt you again, princess.”
“A-are you sure?”
“Yes!” He exclaimed.
He laughed again
I smiled sheepishly.
“We will talk later. I have to sign a document.” Damien said to me.
“Okay, later then.” I replied as I ended the call.