HIS OBSESSION

Chapter 11

The gaze between the two ladies who didn't know themselves from Adam was so terrifying that none of them was sure she was the one who belonged to Damon. Its true heart might be deceitful, but it knows where it belongs and who it is.

For moments, Danciana couldn't imagine seeing her man and another lady in a home that she referred to as hers. The inscription on her face spoke louder words than her words. She knew that without Damon's invitation, no one could grant the shy-looking lady access to Damon's office. But that wasn't enough reason for her to overlook the lady just like that and face Damon. She rightly knows that Damon won't even give her question a listening ear. With fury, Danciana left the door where she was anxiously standing and walked to where Amelia was standing before Damon. By the gaze on her face, one might conclude that she was ready to face whatever may be the consequences of her action.

As she moved, the soul of her shoes continued, inviting everyone far and near that there was a danger by the clicking noise it made.

“Who the hell are you and what do you think you're….”

Danciana yelled at Amelia while still living her right hand to land a slap on Amelia's face.

'God knows that I won't suffer from Damon and still suffer from his mistress. I didn't force myself to be here. I didn't bargain for this

Amelia thought to herself as Danciana was raining down her countless words. She couldn't allow Danciana to slap her. Rather, she hung her hand up above her shoulder.

Danciana felt the stiffness of Amelia's hand, and she needed no other prophecy to know that she wasn't 'dwelling' in wealth as she is.

“You are good for nothing slut, I know you only want to pluck where you didn't plant…” While Danciana was saying the words, she was struggling to slip her hand out of Amelia's own, but Amelia's fist was stronger than she could imagine.

“Street w***e!!! Take your filthy hand off my body” Danciana screened while throwing an embarrassing look at Amelia. She endured all her words, but couldn't imagine being called a 'w***e'.

“I keep my boundary, keep yours”

That was the only word that came out from Amelia despite the way Danciana was barking and raging in anger. She only muttered her words and let go of Danciana's hand.

“…you keep your boundary on my man?” She raised her hand once again to slap Amelia, then Amelia used one hand to grab hers and the second to reach out to her head. She alone knows that was in her mind when she grabbed Danciana's head.

Since all these were happening in Damon's office, neither Damon nor his guards made any move to ameliorate the condition, even though it was turning into a real fight.

“Holy s**t! Let go of me…? Danciana barked.

Amelia was like swimming in a strange river. She knew not what to say or act, but she already registered in her mind that she won't allow anyone to embarrass her after what she's gone through in Damon's hand.

As Danciana was struggling to regain her freedom, Amelia held it right that the pain was getting more extreme.

She grabbed her scalp with the other hand to soften the pain. While expressing the pain by the look on her face, Danciana ordered bodyguards to come to her rescue. But since Damon was there and didn't utter a word, none of them made any move. Instead, Damon stood up while putting on an expressionless face. He hurried to the two ladies, not knowing what to say or do since he was the cause of their fight. He gently dragged them to let go of themselves, but they didn't cooperate. Furthermore, he then pulled them forcefully and what happened was unimaginable. While Danciana was moving with force by the influence of what Damon did, her heels couldn't allow her to maintain the tempo. Not even up to three steps away, she fell hard on the ground with her butt.

She was shocked to the marrow that couldn't even mutter a word. One of the guards that were standing by the door was unable to hold himself from laughing, though he knew it was a punishable offense before Damon. He began to shake and nod his head in other to suppress the laugh.

Though Amelia was the one fighting with Danciana, she still felt pity for her since she was already on the ground and also considering that her heel might inflict one or more injuries on her. But considering what she wanted to do to her a few seconds ago, she could only express it to her face and not reach out to her. From the way Damon looked, we rightly know that she cared, but his rocky heart won't allow him to express his feeling.

Danciana through a mixed look of both pity and embarrassment at Damon as they exchanged eye contact.

“Your skull hurt?” Damon asked, not pitiful as the word sounded.

“Is that all you have to say?" Diana asked while tears already formed in her eyes. It was certain that she won't waste more seconds before allowing the tears to leave her eyes.

“I can't believe that you show more concern for a slut than myself, whom you calm your fiancé…” Danciana said while struggling to get up from the ground. One of the guards helped her to get up, and all she could do was reiterate her words in a more offensive voice.

“I can't believe that you show more concern for a slut than myself…”

“She's not a shut, and I won't permit you to call her a slut. If you don't mind, may I never hear you address her as a slut anymore.” Damon replied and walked majestically to his seat.

Danciana continued raining words on Damon and her mistress Amelia before Damon ordered her to leave his office.