SWITCHED AT BIRTH

CHAPTER4

Chapter 4: The Devil’s Playground

Damien

“Strip “ I repeated as I looked at her with disdain, my disgust clearly obvious and I saw her flinch at my tone, her usual arrogant demeanour totally erased.

“ What do you mean Strip” I heard her say, her voice finally back and her eyes filled with hatred.

“ Oh darling, didn’t you know? Its our wedding night Habibi, so why don’t you take off those clothes and crawl to me “

I said as I licked my tongue and winked at her.

“ Go to hell Carter” she said as she rolled to the other side of the bed.

“Well well well, I wish I could, but I’m not the one with a sick mother at home to feed”

And at that moment I could feel her face shrink into a ball and she crawled into herself as she succumbed and pulled the hem of her blouse off.

My eyes ravishing her body as I glared at her lustfully, as she lay on the bed, her legs wide apart.

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I know you must be thinking I’m a psychopath or something but hang on a little…

I’m Damien Carter, you can also call me the golden boy of course that was what my father aleays said.

And well I believed it because from the moment I could walk,I had been groomed to take over my family’s empire.

The Carter Corporation..

Not like I wanted to, but I was the only son amongst three girls, and my father was thrilled he finally got his heir,

And at twenty-seven, I can say that I had spent most of my youth doing exactly what I wanted, partying, traveling, indulging in every thing that smelt like danger because my father would always pull me out.

You know that basic rich spoilt kid, used to getting whatever he wanted and oh dear, did I get everything I wanted, the women, the cars, the money..

But all was at the expense that I took over the family’s company and excelled at it, but you know I ain’t no dumb kid,

I managed the company well enough to make my old pops die with a dmile.

Up until my mother mentioned Marriage.

After my father’s death , she made it a case topic at every meeting that my father’s last wish was to see me get married, and she wouldn’t rest till she accompanied that..

What an old hag!

But then again, I’m not that dumb, if it’s marriage she wants, I’ll show her a certificate then, and just when I thought I would have ro employ those overpriced porcelain dolls to be my standoff wife,

I meet Lila, and yes she was the perfect pawn for the job, a poor girl in desperate need of money, and one I could control easily.

But I forgot the control part, she was ruthless and arrogant and just like me and I liked that about her,

She drawed me in ways I didn’t believe my heart could react to, and I would be called a jackass but I know I’m in love with her, but I’m not about to tell her that..

I’ll keep to the deal

The marriage was just a brief period, followed by the end of their contract. After that, she would be free, she could have enough money to take care of her wretched parents, her criminal father and also my mother would have been dead to have her heart broken by the news of his divorce.

Lila

I tried not to moan as he slid in and out of me, his rough touch hitting me hard, it felt good, so good and I couldn’t deny that

But coming from a jackass like him

I expected way less.

“Now tell Daddy you’ve been a good girl” I heard him whisper to me as I felt my orgasm close and at that point I knew I was in love with him….

The s*x was rosy, but he wasn’t, he was still a jackass and I hit myself constantly for falling for a prick like him.

It felt like hell in the mansion, it wasn’t even a month yet and most nights, Damien would come home, drunk and obnoxious, bringing s*x workers into our shared bed.

And deep inside me I knew he was taunting me, trying to get the best out of me.

“Why would I want to waste time with you?” he’d sneer, his voice dripping with condescension. “You’re just a poor girl pretending to play in a world you don’t belong in.”

And Everytime he said it, I would curse my illl luck for being born like this.

Damien

The worst part wasn’t just the mockery or the fact that I was trying to make her pay for slapping me that fateful day,

No that wasn’t it

I think the worst part was the fact I was trying to lie to myself that I didn’t feel something for her, or that my heart wasn’t aching for her every time that she was away.

And deep down I knew she was falling for me and I hated her for that, hated her for falling for a prick like me even if I hurt her everytime but made love to her in the sweetest way,

I almost told her I loved her, the previous night as I collapsed on her and when I read her face I knew she wanted to do the same too but

She hated me, but still loved me and it only infuriated me more.

Maybe it was the drinks I had before driving home or maybe it was the lady beside me trying to get me turned on but it didn’t seem to me working, because I was thinking of Lila.

I didn’t know which but all I remembered was me storming into the room, dragging one of the women who’d left the bar with me.

“I’m bored, Lila. Why don’t you entertain our guest while I have some fun?”

I said as I undressed completely in front of her and directed the lady to my crotch

“Don’t worry. It’ll be a good lesson for you, so you see what a real woman is like.”

Lila

I felt my heart race, as he completed the statement, my fists clenching at my sides, and tears forming in my eyes.

“You think you can humiliate me this way?” I spat. “You think I’ll stay just because you’re holding money over my head? You’re wrong, Damien you’re selfish, you know I’m in love with you and you still treat me like shit.”

He laughed, unfazed. “You’re pathetic. You’ve already sold yourself to me. There’s no going back now, and don’t try gaslighting me darling, cut the love bullshit.”

And that was when I knew I’ve had enough

I ran towards the room, my tears falli

ng freely and I picked up my phone dialing the only number I said I wouldn’t call ever again…