Eighteen
~Eva’s POV~
They are men who had everything except a rest… One of them happens to be Damien.
I woke up with a start, my breathing constantly heavy and my eyes puffy. I tried not to sleep at all, to be conscious and alert but I didn’t know when I dozed off.
The atmosphere was already clear, I checked my phone for the time and to my surprise, it was 9 am. Opposite the bed was the white couch and Damien sitting on it with an apple laptop on a table just in front of him.
Even when I had slept long before him, he was already up with his eyes glaring sleepily at his laptop.
“Don’t you ever rest? You are really a workaholic as your father said. I even thought he was just bluffing” I murmured to myself. Unknown to me that he heard what I said. I stretched my body on the bed and yawned hungrily at the same time.
“Wait… did we sleep together on the same bed yesterday? How come I can’t remember anything that happened between us” I yelled this time getting his attention.
My eyes were wide open as I scuffed my already messy hair, trying to figure out what I don’t know.
“Shut up… Shut the hell up. Can’t you see I’m working?” He growled in anger. His gaze shifted from the laptop to me. I felt a little bit intimated and kept quiet.
He glanced furiously at his wristwatch. That was when I noticed that he was already dressed in a work outfit. I felt a little awkward. As if I was never serious with my work as a CEO.
I continued babbling to myself but his next reaction got me shocked.
” What the hell do you want? I slept on the couch yesterday. You were just drooling as you sleep. And Yes I’m already working, I have an important meeting today. Does that answer your silly questions?”
He trailed off. His bushy eyebrows drew closer to each other.
I wanted to make another comment but the rumbling of my stomach echoed instead.
“If you are hungry I will call the staff to serve you a meal. A hangover meal would do right?” he suggested with a calm voice. His mood swing was so appealing to me. Next, he picked up the telephone and dialed a particular digit.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
“Hangover?… Wait did you get me drunk yesterday and… and ” I asked surprised and embarrassed. I tried to remember what happened the previous night but it wasn’t clear. I could remember when I went to the bathroom and hugged him while he was bathing. The thought alone sent cold shivers down my spine. How can I face him anymore, I was so ashamed of myself for begging for sex…
” What are you thinking? Am I getting you a hangover meal first or you are okay now” his voice came again. This time louder than before. I bit my lips from the inside as I clenched my hand to my pajamas.
“Well, anything. Breakfast and hangover will do”. I said calmly trying to avoid his accusing glare.
He dialed the hotel’s number and soon enough, a soft tap came on the door.
” Your Order is here, ” A lady said once I opened the door. she drove the tray which had varieties of dishes in it to one corner of the room.
” So what’s your plan for today?” I asked. It was becoming so uncomfortable eating silently with him.
“Do you have plans for me? ” He responded reluctantly. I nodded. I wanted to go around the city instead.
“Why don’t we stroll around ?” I suggested with the last courage I could gather
“I’m busy, and it’s not a good idea that you go alone. You might miss your way”
I was so annoyed at his excuse. I lost my appetite at the thought that I would have to stay indoors for weeks.
I gave him a long, stoned look..”Why am I not so surprised?”
He stared right back at me. “Now can you turn that crap music off? It’s giving me a headache.
“This is crazy” He sighed settling down on the couch and yawning helplessly. Even with the quantity of food he’d munched, he was still yawning hungrily.
“Crazy, how?” I reluctantly replied.
“Me in a hotel room, doing nothing profitable, e,” he said restlessly. ” Do you realize how much work I’ve got to do? A lot of It. I don’t have time to sit around in a hotel room, doing nothing all for the fucked up honeymoon’s sake.
“Look, I also have lots of work to do. The weight of my Father’s company is lying helplessly on my shoulders. I just wish….”
“You wish you hadn’t gotten married to m? It’s the same with me” he sighed. He lay on the couch and fixed his gaze on the ceiling.
That wasn’t what I wanted to say, I only wished that I could go back to the US quickly as possible.
“Who is talking about that now? We owe each other a thank you. let’s just say, this is a saprophytic relationship where you gained from me and I did also. “What’s your plan after we get divorced? ”
“Do I love you? After our divorce, I might not be able to recognize or acknowledge your presence anymore” he said and laughed at the same time. I didn’t understand what was so funny to him about that. Whatever it is, I am happy that our marriage is fake.
I also think that after our divorce, I will adopt a baby and live alone for the rest of my life…
“What about our wedding consummation? Are you ready? ” His throaty voice rang in my ear. I sincerely thought he had given up the idea already.
I felt more embarrassed remembering how I acted the previous night.