FULL TRUST

Well, can I? No, right? What I feel for him is so strong and luring to toss aside. Besides, we all have stains. And some are permanent. They will be there to haunt us forever. To remind us of the things we did. "No," I start, 'but listen, Damian." I grip his hands tightly. "There are three things I hate the most: sharing, betrayal, and infidelity. Those are things that I can never forgive. So, please, for the sake of what we have, always stay true to me."




He takes a moment to look at me, and for a moment I thought he wouldn't respond. Or that he cannot agree to my demand. But he finally says, "I will. Promise! But always remember that I am not a saint to do everything right. At such times when you feel like I should have done things differently, just let the love that you feel for me speak on my behalf."

And here he goes again. Sounding like a heart philosopher. What is this that he always talks about? "Okay."


We seal our peace-making dialogue with a passionate kiss like we always do, and I just realized that I was acting like a bitch for nothing. I should look beyond his past mistakes, past his stains, and embrace him wholly. Trust him fully. And that is what I promise to do from now on. I will not let anything or anyone ruin this for me.

"You know you can always ask me anything nicely. Your gadgets don't have to suffer," he says when we pull away.


I hunch my head a little. I feel awful. I have never been a person to vent my anger like this. I don't know what got to me today. Oh, I know. I love him this much to get worked up like this. But it won't happen again. I trust him wholeheartedly. "I am sorry. It won't happen again. I promise, Damian. I will control myself from now on. I give you my whole trust. But I want that bitch gone from our shadows. I might not restrain from gouging her eyes out next time she tries to pick on me."

He smirks for a second, then speaks, "Your wish is my command, baby. She will be gone before you know it."

Well, I now feel like I am on the moon. Go bitch! I wish I never got to lay eyes on her again.

I nod my head, and then I remember that I also have more apologies to give. I mean, the chaos that happened today. "About what happened earlier today, Damian,. I am sorry. I tried asking that moron to leave and not cause a scene here. I tried, but he was just out of control. I am so sorry."

He presses my hand, shaking his head, differing from me. "It wasn't your fault. Don't apologize," he says.

My face heats up as I gawk at him with so much love and adoration. "Aren't you bothered that people will begin talking about us? You and me? The motel might have a negative review because of that scandal," I implore.

"I took care of it. That scandal won't leak out, and about us, let them talk. I am not hiding you, and neither am I afraid of the world knowing about us."

Wow! This is pure bliss.

"Are you sure?" I query.

"More than I have been sure of anything. And don't worry about that guy again. He won't bother us again."

That kind of takes me a little aback. I am getting a kick out of envisioning our peaceful world with one less nuisance, but the boldness with which he is certain worries me. Just slightly, though. "Aah, what did you do?" I knew he was up to something.

He fishes an envelope from his pocket and waves it to my face before slamming it on the table. "I got a restriction order for that jerk. One single mistake, and he goes to prison longer than he can ever imagine."

Whoa!

"That fast? My statement wasn't even needed." I ask.

"Yes. I charged him with violence and trespassing on my property. That alone, with a little bit of influence, was enough. I am not Damian Almeda for nothing!"

Ooh, yeah! That might have slipped out of my messed-up brain for a second. I warned that jerk not to mess with Damian. Don't mess with me. He didn't listen. This serves him right.

"Mmh. Someone is gloating about money and power, huh?" I tease.

"Sometimes it's good to make use of what you have when it's necessary," he says.

I see.

"Copy that, boss! So, about your secret with Grace?"

"I needed to make sure that things would run smoothly in your absence for the next week."

I am thunderstruck! Absence...blah blah... One week! I am swimming in confusion here! What on earth is the deal with this week? Where will I be?

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Because you and I are disappearing from all this stress for one good week. We need to relax after all the work and ‘Leo stress,' don't you think?"

Shoot! A getaway? This is what he was talking about?

"What?" I must admit that that excites me really badly. One week. With Damian Almeda. All alone in some unknown place. I hope I don't return with a miniature him or me in my womb. Giggles! I wouldn't mind that, you know. Sweet sigh! "So, a vacation? An indoor leave? What have you planned for us?"

Gosh! I can't mask the thrill of the sound of this. It has been ages since I went on vacation, and it has been chaos for the last few months for me. This will be therapy for me.

A smirk, coupled with a wink, and a very naughty grin are the responses I get from him.

My! My! I am in for a mind-boggling surprise this time around, and I can't help but bask in the thrill of the beckoning fun, pleasure, and leisure.