chapter seven
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Chapter seven
After Drex left , Damien went to check up on Beverly.
He knocked on the door and heard her say come in .
" How about your guest ." She asked him when she saw him come in .
" Oh , he already left ." Damien said as if nothing has happened."
" So is he really your brother ."
" Nah , he's just a friend just likes calling me brother ." Damien lied cause he didn't like to be associated with his brothers. " Since when are you concerned about about my life ." He continued .
" Well ...... Um....... I don't think there is anything bad in it ."
" Ok if you say so my queen ." Beverly was a little flushed but she hid it from him .
" I think we should go ...... go back outside cause you know the ceremony is still going on ." She stammered.
" Ok , sure ladies first." Damien said and they both went back to the ball room and the ceremony continued
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The ceremony finally came to an end and everyone invited went back to their separate houses .
" Why are you following me ?" Beverly asked Damien when she saw he followed her into her room .
" Will you ............." He trailed off
" Will I what .?" Beverly asked
" Will you have dinner with me tonight." Damien asked her hoping she would agree.
" No thanks." Beverly said
" But...... But why, what did I do this time ."
" Ok fine ."
" I'm sorry if I do anything wrong......wait what ." He said when he realized she already agreed .
" Ok , I would have dinner with you ." Beverly repeated .
" Thank you so much ." He said and led her to the garden where he had told the maids to prepare for them for the dinner .
The candlelit pathways twisted through the shadowy garden, leading Beverly to a secluded bower. A single chair faced a moss-covered stone fountain, its gentle trickle the only sound. Crimson rose petals scattered the ground, some clinging to the chair's wooden arms. A small, leather-bound book rested on the seat: "Poems for Beverly." - a collection of verses penned by Damien himself.
Damien stepped forward, his dark eyes locking onto Beverly's. "I wanted you to see this place," he said, voice low. "A piece of peace... like you."
Beverly's gaze narrowed, cautious. "Why show me this?"
"I want to show you..." Damien's words trailed off. He took a step closer, the shadows dancing on his face. "I can be more than darkness."
The air hung heavy with unspoken words. Beverly's fingers brushed against the book's cover, her eyes dropping to the title. Damien's breath caught.
Beverly's fingers lingered on the book's cover, her eyes locked on the title: "Poems for B." A mix of curiosity and wariness played on her face. Damien's breath caught, his heart pounding in anticipation.
Slowly, Beverly opened the book. The pages whispered as they turned, revealing verses penned in Damien's handwriting. Words of longing, of shadows chasing light, of a heart once cold now beating for her. The poetry was raw, vulnerable - a stark contrast to the devil king she'd known.
As she read, Damien's gaze never left her face, drinking in every flicker of emotion. Beverly's eyes softened, just for a moment, before her walls snapped back up. She closed the book, her expression unreadable.
"You wrote these?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Damien nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "For you. Only you."
The air hung heavy with tension. Beverly's eyes searched his face, as if looking for the truth hidden behind the shadows. Damien's heart pounded, his entire being focused on her answer.
Suddenly, the wind rustled the leaves, breaking the spell. Beverly's gaze snapped away, her shoulders squaring. "Why?" she asked, her voice firmer now. "Why show me this?"
Damien's smile faltered, but he stepped closer, his voice low and urgent. "Because I want you to see me. The real me."
Beverly's gaze locked onto Damien's, searching for the truth. The air was thick with tension as he waited for her response. Finally, she spoke, her voice laced with skepticism. "The real you? Which one is that, Damien?"
Damien's eyes dropped, his shoulders tensing. He knew she wouldn't make this easy. "The one that's been hidden beneath the crown," he said, his voice low. "The one that's been dying to break free."
Beverly raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "And what makes you think I'd want to see that version of you?"
Damien's gaze snapped back up, his eyes burning with intensity. "Because I saw you," he said, his voice raw. "I saw the way you look at me, the way you see past the shadows. I know you feel it too."
Beverly's walls were crumbling, and for a moment, Damien saw a glimpse of the woman she kept hidden. Her eyes softened, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Maybe I do."
The air seemed to shift, the tension between them crackling with electricity. Damien's heart pounded, his entire being focused on the space between them. He took a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then let me show you."
Beverly's eyes locked onto Damien's, her chest rising and falling with each breath. The air was charged with anticipation, the only sound the gentle trickle of the fountain. Slowly, she nodded, her voice barely audible. "Okay."
Damien's face lit up with a mix of surprise and triumph. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Beverly's, sending shivers down her spine. The touch was electric, and Beverly felt her heart skip a beat.
With a gentle smile, Damien led her to the stone bench, the petals crunching beneath their feet. He sat down, pulling her gently beside him. The warmth of his body seeped into hers, making her skin tingle.
As they sat, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in the intimacy of the moment. Damien's eyes never left Beverly's face, his voice whispering promises. "I'll show you everything. The light, the dark, the shadows. I'll show you all of me."
Beverly's heart pounded, her lips parting in response. The distance between them was shrinking, their faces inches apart. Damien's breath whispered against her skin, sending shivers cascading down her spine.
Their lips met, the kiss gentle at first, then deepening, fueled by the tension that had been building between them. The world around them melted away, leaving only the sound of their hearts beating as one.
The kiss deepened, Beverly's hands tangling in Damien's hair, pulling him closer. He groaned, his arms wrapping around her waist, lifting her onto his lap. The stone bench creaked beneath their weight, but they didn't notice, lost in the heat of the moment.
Their lips parted, gasping for air, foreheads touching. Damien's eyes burned with desire, his voice husky. "Mine," he whispered, his lips tracing Beverly's jawline.
Beverly's heart skipped a beat, her body arching into his touch. "Yours," she whispered back, her voice barely audible.
Damien's control snapped. He stood, lifting Beverly into his arms, and strode through the shadows, the garden blurring around them. The world narrowed to the beat of their hearts, the fire burning between them.
He shouldered open a hidden door, the soft glow of candles spilling out. Beverly's eyes widened as he carried her inside, the door clicking shut behind them.
They were alone, the world outside fading away. Damien's eyes locked onto hers, his voice low. "All mine."
Beverly's heart pounded, her lips curving into a smile. "All yours."
The room seemed to shrink, the air thick with anticipation. Damien's lips crashed onto hers, the world dissolving into a sea of passion.
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