Chapter 4
"They said we have to move in together today, I mean share the same room. They'll know if we don't. Plus we're to go out on a date tomorrow" Without looking at him I start going to the kitchen. After cleaning my plates I see Damien has already warned his food and he makes his way to the dinning table. I'm disturbed from my thoughts when my phone starts ringing, I hit receive and put it on loud speaker since i needed to wash my hands.
"Hello Francesca" a male voice said from the other line
Crap that's Sam's voice. Shit can't this guy just let me be.
"Hey Sam" I reply lazily
"I was wondering if you could come to dinner with me tomorrow" Sam said sweetly
Ugh. I have to break his heart
"Umm Sam I really can't go with you" I said calmly
I could here the sharp intake of breath Sam took
"Why? Is something wrong, did I do something. Did I do anything wrong. I'm sorry if I offended you, I didn't mean to..."
"You did nothing wrong Sam" I cut him off.
Just then Damien walks in and Sam decided it was the right time to say "I love you
Francesca's POV
"I love you" After Sam's confession Damien immediately froze at the kitchen counter. He raised his eyebrows and a muscle in his jaw twitched. He turns to look at me and his hazel eyes are blank and unreadable. Folding his arms he leans on the kitchen counter and gives me his utmost attention.
I could hear Sam's heavy breathing on the other side of the line. "look I know it seems to soon but I loved you since the day I knew you, i know it took long but I see the way you look at me" Oh crap!, What's this guy saying. I look at you with pity not love... Duh.
I return my gaze to Damien who still has an unreadable expression on his face. He frowns when Sam stupidly continues saying " I know you love me..."
Before I can reply Damien just takes a bottle of water from the fridge and walks out of the kitchen with a blank face.
Without thinking twice I end the call and take in deep breaths. Sam is so stupid, I don't love him, why would he think that. Now he just made Damien think...
Why do you care what Damien thinks
He's my husband... No he's my contract husband. Crap I honestly don't care, he can think whatever he wants. It's not like we're really married or in love. I don't have a relationship with Sam and I don't need to prove that to him.
Groaning I quickly dry my hands with the purple towel and start cleaning the counter. I love doing this small chores... Something to keep me busy.
Barely two minutes later I hear the front door open and close along with retreating footsteps. Damien has gone out, good for him. At least I can have the house to myself for a little while.
After finishing up in the kitchen, I walk back to my room. I decide to take a quick shower and change into my pajamas. I wrap my hair into a rough bun. I walk over to my bed and immediately my back touches it I literally melt. I feel like all the stress has just gone away. I really needed this, after a quick mental recap of the day's events i slowly drift to sleep.
Damien's POV
She has a lover?
What was your first clue Sherlock?
I honestly couldn't care what she did With her life but if she's dating someone then I care. I've been made to only have flings but she's in freaking love?
I have been made to stay undercover while she enjoys her love life? Wow, I guess I might just I've gotten my permission.
Damien Lorenzo is finally free, I don't give a single shit about my flings or pursuing anything further. Love doesn't really exist... At least not for me. But if she can have fun and even swim and hopefully drown in love then why can't I?
My phone rings and I take it from the nightstand, Sara's name pops on the screen. Sara is one of my... Let's just say flings. She's a successful model who's not ready for commitment, so am I. After some seconds I tap receive and her annoyingly chirpy voice comes up.
"Hey Damy.."
"NEVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN" I say cutting her off. She gasps at my sharp tone but quickly recovers.
"Wow, first time you actually spoke more than four words willingly without being coerced..."
Groaning I cut her off "get to the point" she's irritatingly talkative... They never understand I don't have time for any conversing shit.
Signing in defeat she says "can we meet up today, I miss you..."
"For clarification I don't miss you, don't miss me cause you can only miss what you've had and you never had me, secondly okay. Meet me at Hill Ocean, 9pm sharp" With that I ended the call.
I'm a realist and I'm as blunt and straight to the point as I can be. And for me that's a lot of bluntness. I say what needs to be said, no feelings involved, no inner thoughts, no waste of time. I have no romantic feelings towards any woman, I tell them straight up. I didn't miss her, I told her straight up. No need to lead anyone on.
I get out of my grey king sized bed and go take a quick shower. I go for a jean trouser and grey hoodie cause it's unusually cold today. Putting on my shoes I take my phone, credit card and car keys and dump them all in my pocket. I open my room door and head for the stairs, the house is quiet, that's great. Francesca has to move into my room, I hope she hasn't forgotten that.
I swiftly open the front door and nod at a guard who was saluting to me. I walk over to the garage and get inside my bugatti. Starting my car engine I drive out after the guards had instructed the gatekeeper to open the gates.
After a thirty minutes drive I'm at the Hill Oceans suites and Sara arrives five minutes later dressed in a short purple gown... Emphasis on short...
The hotel is a beautiful arena for relaxing. It has a silver and nude team which gives it a neutral look. Everyone here is either rich or filthy rich... I mean why else would you pay &50,000 for a table reservation and &150,000 for food, wine and a room... One night. For just two people if I may add.
Sarah swiftly walks over to me after looking around and spotting me, Sarah is a blond with short straight hair. She has green eyes and small pink lips. She's tall, almost my height...
Sarah is good to look at... Too good to look at, I'll say just good for the eye. She looks like she tries too much. Her make-up is done too much. I don't think I've ever seen her without makeup. Unlike Francesca who's naturally and effortlessly good for the eye.
Okay why are you thinking of Francesca? Are you surprised I'm saying good for the eye instead of beautiful... Well I've never called anyone beautiful. Except you're one of my new buildings.
Sara sways her lips a little too hard and she gives me a slight hug which I do not return cause I don't believe in hugs. She gives me a lipstick smashed peck which I rub off my precious face before it spent a second there after her lips had left it for safety.
"Hi..."
"Let's get to the point" I say cutting her off. I don't know why she's dressed so dramatically, I'm dressed casual and so is almost everyone. I mean 9pm hello?
We get you Sherlock...
Today's quote
Always remember happiness is free so never let anyone charge you before they make you happy and vice versa.
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