Chapter5
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Serena
"Damian!" I said, staggering and falling on the bed.
He smiled at me in response. The familiar smile that he gave me many years ago. So many nights ago, alone with him in that club.
"Yes, Damian." The smile on his face widened. "I am Damian. And I have waited for so, so many years to have you. I have lived every day, with pictures of that night.
I have spent every night reliving the events of that night. I have made so many offers to so many people and made so many attempts to get close to you. To have you."
"Damian!" I said again, my voice feeling patched and dry. I swallowed a hard lump and attempted to move. "You psychopath."
"Call me what you want. But for all I care, you're mine now! My wife. And you have no right whatsoever to say no to me."
"You got married to me, just so you would have s*x with me?" It sounded to me like he had a mental condition.
"Yes! I got married to you, just so I can prove to you that I can have anyone I want. Absolutely anyone!" With that, his weight leaned on the bed.
"Stay away from me," I said. Moving away from him.
He crawled towards me. "You're my wife now, Serena. You do not have the right to ask me to stay away from you."
"Yes, I do. And I'll sue you if you do anything to or with me, without my permission."
"Do you think you can win a case against me?" I could feel his breath on my skin as he stroked my jaw, laughing raucously. "I have power, I have money, I have influence, I have everything!"
"You seem to forget that my father has all of that as well," I replied to him.
Damian laughed harder than I had ever heard him laugh. "Oh, dear Serena. You're so ignorant. I know of your father's financial conditions, you seem to forget that I am a shareholder in his business. I know how bad his business is."
"Well, it doesn't matter. It is obvious that you don't love me and I don't love you either. So let's both call this a quit. I'll elope and you'll never have to think of me again."
"Who do you plan to elope with?" Damian wore a deep frown.
I was silent. A few moments passed. I finally retorted, "I plan to elope alone."
Damian smiled smugly and put his hands around my waist. He pulled me to himself, running his hands on my skin. He crashed his lips on mine and inhaled deeply.
As my mouth parted, a warm kiss ensued. He kissed me fiercely, trapping my tongue in his mouth and panting while groping my body.
I was feeling wet at that moment, but that was not the only feeling I had. I also felt disrespected and that was what overwhelmed me.
He tugged at my waist, grabbing the mounds on my body and kissing me with raging lust and passion.
I pushed him away from me, but he didn't budge. Instead, he began to stroke my back, attempting to unzip my dress. I pushed him again. Harder than the first time.
And although I enjoyed the kiss, relief flooded me when he sunk away from me and crashed on a different part of the bed. I could see an erection through his pants.
I spat on the floor of the hotel. "Is this our honeymoon?" I could feel my body tremble and my heart race. "Is this how my marriage to you will be?"
Damian was panting. He recoiled from where he sat and crawled in my direction. "This is our wedding night!"
"You're sick, Damian. A pervert!"
"Perhaps I am and I don't care if I am. But all I'm asking for is that you let me f**k you."
"Why did you marry me, Damian?"
With a very loud tone, he screamed at me in response. "Because years back, you insulted me!" He sighed and continued speaking. "I wanted you, Serena. It was you whom I wanted that night.
And you didn't just refuse, you spilled wine on me and then you insulted me in the presence of a lot of people. Riffraffs at that. You then left me hard and horny."
"After which you abducted me?"
"Yes, I abducted you." He nodded in the dimly lit room. "And I offered to pay you just so we would have a nightstand. You refused and insulted me yet again."
"So you went on to arrange a contract marriage with my father?"
He sounded satisfied when he gave his response. "I did. I told you that it wasn't over, didn't I?"
I put my hand on my head because I felt an ache. I could feel the room spinning and my head exploding with questions and thoughts.
"Who is he?" Damian dipped his hand into his pocket and produced his phone. He then showed a picture of Ethan to me. "Who the f**k is this guy?" He was fuming when he asked again and I jolted with fear, shifting farther away from him.
Responding was difficult. I stuttered, "He is my best friend."
Damian nodded. He looked at me for a while and then he put the phone on the desk adjourning to the bed. "Your best friend, am I right?"
He seemed to be weaving words, my heart rate was hyper as the suspense lingered. I was too frightened to speak, all I did was nod.
"There's nothing between us, I swear. We are just friends."
"I never asked if you both have anything going on," Damian heaved. My phone began ringing before he could continue speaking.
It was on a bedside stool and so he strolled to the stool, picked my phone up from it, looked into the screen, and smiled.
"Who is your peace?" He asked me, his eyes lighting up. I was dumbfounded. The timing was terrible. He continued to speak, "I'm sure it's not a girl who is calling. Do I answer the phone by myself?"
"Please don't!" I couldn't imagine what would happen if Ethan were to learn that the psychopath who I married held me, hostage on our wedding night.
"Who is he?" Damian asked again. He sounded like he was ready to destroy whoever the guy on the other side of the phone was, I resolved not to tell him who it was.
I didn't say anything until the phone ceased ringing. Damian switched it off, put it back on the bedside stool, and then walked to the door. He banged it close and then he locked it.
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