Forbidden affairs

Chapter one Hangover

Damien's POV

It felt like my head was being pierced apart by seven angry men as I tried to open my eyes and I felt like I was being spinned across the room.

"Arrgh..." I groaned softly as the bright sunlight almost blinded my eyes.

"Who the f**k opened the blinds?" I murmured as I stood up grudgingly from the bed still half asleep and tried to close it back.

The sudden movement that I made caused a nauseous feeling in my stomach and I quickly ran to the bathroom, throwing up the contents of my stomach.

It was a good thing though, as I happen to feel much better now, and I washed my face up with water.

What happened yesterday?

As usual, whenever I get as drunk as I am right now, I always tend to forget what happened the previous day, that is until I have had a cup of hot coffee.

Speaking of hot coffee....

I turned off the tap which I had left running in the bathroom while I stared at my face and hurriedly walked to my bed where I rang the bell for the kitchen maid.

It was pretty obvious to me that she had come to the room earlier, but she didn't leave me a fresh pot of coffee which she usually does every morning.

I didn't wait for the knock at the door to sound twice when I murmured impatiently,

"Come in."

The door opened slowly, and a brown-haired middle-aged woman peeped her head in.

"Come in, Louisa," I sighed impatiently, motioning for her to come in.

She meekly walked in, holding her hands together as if she knew already that I was upset with her.

"Good morning, I..."

"Where's my coffee pot, Louisa? You know I always have a cup of coffee before I head down for breakfast. Why didn't you bring me one today?" I asked, not waiting for her to finish up with her greetings.

I hated that I was being rude and impatient with her, but I also didn't want to seem too lenient. Besides, I get really grumpy whenever I have a hangover, she knows better.

"I'm sorry. I thought it would be better if I kept it in the kitchen. You haven't woken up by the time I walked in," She apologized.

I sighed heavily and stood up from the bed, grabbing my cell phone.

"Well,... "

"What, sir?"

"What are you waiting for? Go get me my coffee, I won't be having breakfast anytime soon," I said dismissively.

I noticed that she was still hanging around as if she still had more to say.

"What is it, Louisa? You've got something more to say?" I asked, staring at her hard.

"Yes, uhmm, you haven't forgotten about your brother's wedding, have you?"

Shit! How could I have forgotten that?! Today happened to be my younger brother Lionel's wedding.

How could I get so wasted a day before his wedding? I couldn't afford to be scolded by mom and dad again today, of all days.

"Really? Was it today?" I asked, trying to be sure.

"Yes sir," She answered, nodding her head.

"Well, go get me my coffee first though. I'll get ready for the wedding."

I waited for her to leave before I stood up from the bed and rushed to open my wardrobe to see if I had been smart enough to prepare my clothes for the day.

Seeing a jacket and some pants, I sighed with relief. Thank goodness.

"Here's the pot, sir," Louisa said as she walked in with a tray.

I nodded my head and quickly turned to have a cup of coffee. I really have to remember what exactly happened.

The coffee was too hot for my throat, but I didn't care as there was no more time. It was past ten, and I didn't want to go late. Mom and dad would look for something to nitpick about, and I really don't want that now.

"You can go, Louisa. Tell the driver that I'll be down in a few minutes so he had better get ready. The wedding will take place in the cathedral, right?"

She nodded her head.

"Fine. I'll be down soon," I said and watched as she walked away before I quickly hurried to the bathroom.

The cold rush of the shower suddenly reminded me of exactly what occurred last night.

Fuck, Damien! How could you?

It was unlike me to have s*x with a stranger, especially in a public bathroom! What the hell was I thinking?

I still remembered the face of the lady and, although I have to admit that she was a bit attractive, she really wasn't my type of person. I guess I had a lot on my mind for me to get so wasted and have s*x with a stranger.

I couldn't afford to wallow in regret as I hurriedly put on my suit and rushed downstairs to the car.

As the driver drove, I couldn't help but wonder what type of girl Lionel was getting married to. If I remember correctly, it was an arranged marriage, so no one has any idea what she looks like exactly.

Knowing Lionel as the filial son that he was, he was definitely just going to get along with the plan,; marry a girl. He had no idea what she looked like.

It is in things like this that I appreciate the fact that mom and dad don't ask from me.

We got to the cathedral just as the huge clock chimed, and I rushed in, seeing a number of guests.

I grabbed a seat, ignoring the looks of my mom, and waited patiently as the music started to announce the arrival of the bride.

I could see the look of curiosity on everyone's faces as we were all dying to know who she was.

The door opened and a lady average in height, dressed in a wedding dress, stepped in, accompanied by her father.

I was about to turn my face away, satisfied on seeing who she was, when she lifted her head up and, though she was veiled, I could see the piercing brown stare at me.

Those brown eyes...oh s**t!