BEYOND ANGER

I am not certain how to express how his words are making me feel, but it's all exceedingly overwhelming. I presumed that he did not know the term "sorry." Did that really come from him?


But how can I doubt it if I read every syllable from his lips?

He peels his eyes while I am battling in disbelief. "I am sorry for how I behaved towards you in my office," he says, looking at anything on my face except my eyes. Is he really this remorseful? "I was just taken aback by your real identity, and I am sorry I didn't express my amazement pretty well. I am sorry for everything, Ellie!"

He finally bore into me, the tinge of redness in his eyes weakening me more. He hoists a hand to delineate the outlines of my face, as if remembering someone. Or searching for something. Do I resemble someone from his past?


"It is still unbelievably strange. So strange!" He whimpers, more like thinking out loud, still drawing over my features.

I doubt that was even meant for me, but nonetheless, I heard it and poked my curiosity. "How strange, Damian? Why is meeting me so strange?" My voice is barely a broken whisper, but there is only an inch between us, making it effortlessly audible to him.


His eyes bore into mine deeply, browsing for something I didn't know for a long, long moment of silence. There sure is something tormenting him! Is it me? No. It can't be me because, just how?

"Do you like what we have?" His voice startles me after a while, and I realize he is fondling my lower lip with his thumb.

What do we have? What has that got to do with his reactions?

"What exactly do we have, Damian? As far as I recall, this is a game to you, and I am the most disgusting person you have ever crossed paths with," I spit with utter pain in his face.

"I was a jerk," he says, caressing my skin and soothing me into believing and forgiving him. 'I am deeply sorry for that. Forget all that, please, Ellie! Please?" He implores.

What changed, huh?

"If you are inferring from what we had two days prior, absolutely yes. I loved all that we had, bad and good." I mumble, and a flicker of a smile flashes across his lips. "What exactly did my surname trigger in you, Damian? You acted unjustifiably bizarre, and you did hurt me both physically and emotionally. Why? Do you know me from somewhere else? Have we met before? Do you have a grudge against my father or my family?" I pour out my curiosity, and his gaze becomes so stern in me, the glow in his eyes intensifying.

My face is caged between his two warm palms, his thumbs tracing my features as if he were memorizing them for an exam.

I am still bewildered by his actions. I am still lost in what he is searching for in my eyes. Still longing—so much longing to understand where he is coming from.

DAMIAN'S POV

Have I ever encountered this gorgeous goddess before? No, definitely not, although I really quite wish I had. If I did, I most assuredly would not be a lonesome bachelor. I would have immediately claimed her and wed her without a second thought. I shouldn't have screwed any other bitch, or so many like I have, to be precise. I ought to have waited till the fateful night when we crossed paths in the dark alley. That was our fated night, and it came to pass. Funny how fate works, huh?

In my life, there are three people I hate the most, and unfortunately, that turned me into the man that I am right now: bitter, lonely, and ruthless! Correction, the man I was, because that was until I met this soul. My headache and my antidote. My sanity and insanity.

Having been a victim of injustice, I subjected myself to unleashing all the animosity of that injustice on any whore that I sprawled beneath me. Sorry, not flaunting, but my plethora of hot looks is like a spark to women. A simple single look earns me any babe that I fucking show interest in, and they crawl to me with their pants dribbling wet. Women are to be fucked and tossed aside like garbage, and that is how I have enjoyed life while awaiting that particular one.

That particular one!

Love had no meaning, and sex had no taste nor feelings at all, until she came in—that is, until Ellie came along. Fortunately or unfortunately, this is definitely not how I would have loved us to meet, but all in all, however strange and disconcerting this is, I am grateful to fate for this soul.

She is all I need. All I ever needed. All I yearn for. My cock twitches even at the mere thought of her, and my heart echoes for her. Strange! Definitely strange, perhaps even not right, but I have marked her already, and at this special moment with her in my arms like this, I right that injustice of years ago! She is, indeed, a perfect fit for me.

I don't give a fuck whether fate is trifling with our lives or not, but you are mine, Ellie Marrie Riccaford! If this is a game, I would like to call it a game of love, because, weirdly and surprisingly, I believe I have fallen head over heels for this stranger. I may not have known what love was in my freaking thirty years of age, but now I do. She is my love. She is my all.

For fear of losing her, I am afraid I will have to keep my reasons for reacting the way I did upon learning her identity to myself. I know that truth has its own ways of revealing itself, just like hers did. And men, she really freaked me out. It was utter surprise played at its best because I almost broke my cock when I saw her last name.

That aside!

I don't intend to keep her in the dark all her life. I just need some time to prepare her and relish this. Because of what I feel for her, what I have aroused in her, and what we have, I cannot afford to lose this. I hope that when the time comes for her to learn the truth, she will forgive me.

She will, right? For the sake of what we have, right?

The end of Damian'a POV