DAMIAN IN HER BONES

I finish dressing up just as my phone flashes, denoting a call from Grace. Perfecto! She must be here already. With a cheerful hue, I pick up the call. "Hi, Grace. You here?" I ask as I reach for my purse, starting at the door.


"Yes. Are you ready?" She quizzes from the other line.

"Yes. I will be down in two," I respond exuberantly as I reach for the door of my bedroom, dashing out.

"Okay," she says and drops the call.


I traverse my sitting room with an ample grin on my face and lock the door behind me.

This grin and the optimistic attitude haven't left my complexion after that heated conversation with Damian earlier, and most particularly after that dialogue and wild sex, we had under the sun. I feel so jovial and hopeful, and hot and kinky. Darn! I said it: This man will be my death, but am I afraid to die? No, as long as I breathe my last in his arms.


He is like a storm that came into my life and changed everything about me completely. My way of loving, and even my beliefs. I don't want to imagine how sleeping with someone who is neither my boyfriend nor my husband sounds to me. I used to think that those were habits for people who were immoral. People who are loose and don't value their lives. People who have no direction in life. But look at me now, basking in the glee of it all and feeling like I own the world. Life is funny, though!

I saunter to the cab waiting outside, and I open the door, settling beside Grace. "Here is the address, sir," I say to the driver, passing him the tiny piece of paper enclosing the address.

"Okay, miss," he says as he presses on the pedal, taking us to the destination of my new start. Mental prayer: I hope I am not late.

"You seem blissful. Is this all about the coffee shop, or is there something else?" Grace remarks.

If you had been privy to the events of the past few days, particularly since the moment my accounts were frozen, you would undoubtedly detect a palpable shift in my demeanor today. It's as if a tempest of emotions has swept through me, leaving behind a landscape drastically altered by the forces at play. And try as I might, I find it impossible to conceal the magnitude of this transformation. But then again, why should I?

The upheaval within me is vast, a tumultuous sea of emotions that refuses to be contained. It's a tempest raging within, leaving its mark on every facet of my being. Yet, amidst the chaos, there's an undeniable sense of liberation—a newfound freedom that I cannot ignore.

One reason for this seismic shift is the fact that I refused to succumb to the depths of my misery. Instead, I seized upon a rather unconventional solution—a decision to sell my car. It was a move born out of desperation, perhaps, but one that has yielded unexpected dividends. Now, with funds replenished in my account, I stand on firmer ground, no longer beholden to the specter of financial ruin. My way up the ladder has just begun.

But there is another, far more significant reason for the joy that courses through me today: Damian. He is more than just a mere source of happiness; he is the very essence of it. In his presence, the weight of my troubles seems to diminish, overshadowed by the brilliance of his smile and the warmth of his touch.

So yes, if you were to glimpse into my soul today, you would see a profound transformation—one fueled by resilience, by love, and by the unwavering belief that no matter the challenges we face, happiness is always within reach. We just have to hold on to fate and keep forging forward. Hope, hard work, and sometimes sacrifices are the wheels that drive us to success, and I am a standing testament to that. I have nothing to regret this far.

"I am just ecstatic that I found a greater recourse than what I was looking for, Grace. I mean, who would have speculated, right? I was desperately looking for a job three days ago, and now I am about to own a business. The sudden twist in my tale is so overwhelming," I mumble, bubbly.

I profess that I'm dissembling a teenager. I am even glad that I opted to scour off the scent of Damian's pheromones and cums before progressing on this journey. I can't fathom how I would be looking right now with the evidence that he is part of this grin.

"Really, Ellie? That is why your eyes are glowing like this." Grace states, shifting in her seat to face me, and I look away.

She is too sharp for this mood. "That and something else. But I'm not saying a word so shut up," I mutter.

Grace knows about Damian, just like he knows about her, but I haven't introduced them physically yet. Come to think of it, I think it's high time we had a ‘one night out' together. Or a dinner indoors, since Damian is so busy with work. I don't even know where he got time to spare just to come all the way to fuck me today. He is a busy, hardworking freak who is intelligent and focused. I wonder how much time God took to create such a man. He invested a lot in the man, honestly.

"You don't have to say it, you know. I infer that look: " Grace again.

I cinch to Grace, managing to cloak my smile. "What do you mean?" I query.

She leans to me, making an effort to whisper but she lags miserably. "It obviously has something to do with that guy. what's his name again? Aha, Damian, right? He is the reason for this glow. Tell me, did you fuck him today?"

The driver peers at us through the driver's mirror.

Goodness! She has quite a buggy mouth! The old man must be wondering what kind of manner less ladies we are!