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Elise was seated next to Derick and one of her close friends from high school, Iris. Derick had laid his head against the headrest of the sofa, they had been reclining on. They had flown all way from Canada to New York just a attend "a stupid wedding" according to the very disinterested Derick. Elise had to drag him along as her plus one to avoid feeling left out in any situation. Derick would have refused if it wasn't for those puppy dog eyes she gave him. He had to agree, the woman was pretty good at convincing, no wonder their business was flourishing so well.
Iris was quite an inquisitive woman, she seemed truly impressed by Elise'e success. A wide smile adorned her face as she curiously threw questions at Elise, mostly about her career. The smile was a genuine one, Elise could tell but she was a little uncomfortable with all the attention she had been getting. She wasn't one who could comfortably boast about her success and glory. She kept playing with the hem of her dress as she politely answered Iris. The same dress Iris had been gushing about ever since she saw her sitting in a corner with Derick. It was from her very own collection and Elise did look stunning in it.
Elise's dress
"If you don't mind me asking Eli...you and Damien..aren't together right?"
Elise stiffened at Iris's question, by the look on her face, she was truly just curious and didn't want to offend Elise but it was almost years since she heard his name. She sat there for a few seconds, anticipating the pain and hurt from his betrayal to hit her like a tidal wave but when it didn't, a wave of relief washed over her. Elise knew at this moment that she had finally got over him, the mention of him should have killed her inside but when she heard his name...empty, void, nothing...she felt nothing. He was a chapter in her life she was done with.
"No, we aren't together anymore...stupid decisions, impulsive teenagers...life happened and loyalty didn't. That's it, we went our separate ways." Derick who was engrossed in his phone for the past hour, finally looked up, proudly beaming at Elise, his smile never faltered, it only widened when he saw Elise smiling too, a real smile that is. He knew what she had been through, he saw her struggling to accept herself with her demolished self worth. To see such a progress now, he was happy.
Iris on the other hand was frowning, she was about to question again when a cheerful voice interrupted them.
"Elise, what a pleasure! Thought I'd never see that million dollar smile again. How are you doing, beautiful?"
Elise looked up and straight into those familiar icy blue eyes which stared back at her in it's mischievous glory. His usual tousled blonde hair was surprisingly immaculately styled, slicked back as a lone strand fell on his face. No wonder he was the school's heart-throb, Christopher Johnson, or Chris as he preferred.
"My, my Chrissy, you have barely even seen me and we start with the flirting again. You are just as charming as you were when I turned you down for the homecoming dance, aren't you? I am fabulous by the way? And you?", Elise smiled widely at Chris. No offence was taken here, it was one of their playful banters. Chris did flirt around with Elise but he wouldn't dare cross a line, they were friends before anything.
"Oh hello there! Why should ladies get all the attention, I am literally sitting here right beside Eli for a couple of hours. Trying to make me feel left out, aren't you all?" Derick pouted, he as said by Elise "had no filter in his mouth" and spoke his heart. There were times when he was seriously offended but for some reason people always took it as one of his jokes and laughed it out. He believed he belonged more to a circus than anywhere.
"Oh hey man! Sorry I was too excited to meet Eli here..I don't think we've met before..well I am Christopher Johnson but if you don't want to get on my bad side then call me Chris. Jesus, Christopher is the most grandpa name I have ever heard!", Chris dramatically frowned while taking a seat next to Derick.
"You kinda didn't mention that you're also a walking STD who has slept with everyone with a pair of legs and lips", Iris sneered. Elise was surprised to see Iris actually making a conversation with Chris, the two never exactly spoke to each other during school. But then again, they weren't in school anymore.
"Oh shut up Iris! I have only slept with all the gorgeous women..I don't settle for anything less than a solid ten"
"Oh really, I don't remember sleeping with you", Elise said with a smug look while flipping her hair over her shoulders.
Iris (left) and Christopher (right)
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Damien was still high from his little banging session with Bella in the limo. He had originally planned to ignore her on the way to the hall where the wedding would take place but she looked too damn fuckable in her revealing maroon two piece. He just had to.
Standing by the gateway, he took Bella's hand in his and plastered a fake smile on his face. He should have gotten used to it now, yet he couldn't. He just couldn't go around pretending that he was madly in love with his wife when he couldn't even stand a little peck from her. He'd have preferred coming here alone if it wasn't for Mari's convincing.
Bella stood beside him with a saddened face, it really did hurt her to see Damien's hostility towards her. She couldn't understand where she had gone wrong, why he was the way he was with her. All that intimacy minutes ago meant nothing to him. It was killing her inside but she stayed quiet. It was a matter of hours before he'd be back to the West wing of their huge mansion, fucking one if the whores who for mere moments got the attention of Damien that Bella desired. Only if she had seen through Damien's empty promises...
With another sigh, Damien took long strides towards the hall, Bella tagging along. Ivory, satin curtains draped down the walls, majestic looking chandeliers adorned the high ceiling and the sweet fragrance of roses filled the air. Everything about this place was impeccable but none of it was too impressive in the eyes of Damien or Bella. A wave of insecurity washed over Bella as she saw Damien already receiving some longing stares and she knew she'd have to spend the night alone again.
Damien on the other hand paid no mind to Bella's deep frowns or the lustful gazes he had been receiving, he was excited to see Marriane, it had been a long time and his last conversation with her took him back to the various beautiful memories they had made together as children. It was fun back then.
Damien grabbed his usual whiskey neat from the drinks tray and perched on one of the leathery recliners aligned at a corner. He rested his head against the head rest and closed his eyes. It was another exhausting day for him and he wished to be back at his mansion already but that would have to wait. He look one long swig and drew out his phone from his pocket when a loud laughter distracted him. He looked towards his right, it was Chris. Damien and Chris weren't exactly what you call friends, they were forced to act civil in the presence of Mari. It started back in the ninth grade when Chris wouldn't just stop flirting with Elise. He knew about their relationship, the entire school did yet he just wouldn't stop. Damien had enough of his recklessness and broke his jaw with a hard punch. Mari was furious at both of them. Since then none of the two tried to interact with each other except when Damien had to threaten him to keep away from Elise. It had been years now and Elise and Damien weren't together anymore yet Damien couldn't help but possess a strong hatred towards the boy, if it wasn't for Mari...
Damien's head snapped back to his right when he heard another chuckle, a feminine one...a familiar one. Was it? Could it be..?
Sat with her arms around a black haired man was ..Elise..His Elise. She was looking as stunning as ever..or even more beautiful than she had ever looked. Damien could almost see the bewitching green of her emerald eyes, those dark brown curls cascading down her back, he imagined himself tugging them harshly as he forced her on her knees, what a magnificent sight would that be! Her tanned skin was lit up beautifully under the incandescent lamps of the room, her thick, full lips looked as inviting as ever and Damien didn't even want to get started on her body. If there was a face to perfection, Damien swore at the moment that it was hers. Was she always that beautiful?
He stared at her for what seemed like hours, she was laughing and smiling all along. Her smile...it was his favourite, her beauty stunned him...her laugh! Well fuck! That was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard...Damien was entranced by her beauty, her laugh, every little action. And before anything, he felt possessive over her again, possessive over the woman he had so easily left behind to soak the sheets in her tears, possessive over the woman he didn't pay a mind to while fucking other women. She was messing with his brain but..how? 'Why? She's nothing special, she's the same boring, pathetic, dependent girl who couldn't be more than a night's candy. The same desperate, clingy woman who had ruined my teenage years with a stupid commitment', Damien reminded himself even though he wasn't quite convinced with his own subconscious.
He forced himself to look everywhere but her , forced himself to stare at any other woman in the room but her. But he couldn't, nothing seemed to interest him anymore, no one seemed to interest him anymore. His head kept whipping back in her direction, stealing glances of that pearly whites smile, soft brown locks. She looked unusually confident...why? He must have been imagining things because the same woman who wouldn't even lift up her head as she trailed along , standing behind him at his business events wouldn't ever be confident.
Her confidence was a highschool facade which intrigued him, made her quite different from other girls at that time..but just like he said..it was a facade. He had seen her for what she really was - dependent, naive and gullible. All the traits which he had absolutely grown to despise while he was 'hopelessly in love' with her. She never really was his type of girl, even the thought that he had fallen in love with a woman as weak as her was simply pathetic now. But then, why was he feeling this shit all over again? Must be lust.
He involuntarily glanced in her direction when his breath hitched. Their eyes locked, those magnificent green stared back into his dark ones. She looked ravishingly beautiful. But- there was something else...something that tempted him. It wasn't just her beauty, it was something that her eyes held..a challenge. She wasn't squirming under his gaze, she was staring back...her gaze never faltering. She wasn't frowning, wasn't smiling...it was an emotionless expression. The Elise he knew would be weak in the knees, blushing furiously and nibbling her lips nervously if he stared at her like this..stared at her like she was his prey. But her stance gave away one thing - she wouldn't be his easy prey, not this fucking time.
The corner of his lips turned into a seductive, evil smirk - Damien Kingston was not one to back down on a challenge any time of the day and it wasn't everyday the scared little mousey he knew was ready to stand her ground. Well she wasn't little necessarily , 5'8 feet... quiet tall to be honest..could have even be mistaken for no less than six feet in her pencil heels , Damien could recall being proud of the fact that hid girl had the perfect height, could have easily passed as a runway model. Fun times, he used to be satisfied with a 5'8 height and now his minimum requirements had sky rocketed like anything. It was fucking hard to be satisfied by a woman for him...
He stared shamelessly at her as Elise stared right back but unlike Damien's intrusive gaze, moving along every inch of her exposed skin, hers was cold and constant...looking at nothing but his eyes. His smirk fell when she smiled brightly at him and turned right back to laugh at something the black haired kid said. What the fuck was that smile!? He had predicted her reaction, he knew her like one would know the lyrics to their favourite song. Damien had anticipated her nervously fiddling with her fingers and peering at him through her lashes..her lips swollen and bruised from her harsh biting. Fuck, her submissive behaviour and vulnerability used to be a fucking turn on..he left no opportunity to take advantage of her innocence, her naivety. But that mocking smile..the newly found attitude , the sass..it sent shivers down to his throbbing member, the desire to establish his dominance over his pure little angel was driving him over the edge. He had hardened agonizingly at the thought of punishing his little Elie for her unacceptable attitude. Damien had taken quite an interest in this new attitude of hers ....only because he wanted to break her, make her submit, leave her as fragile and vulnerable as she had been before. Fuck, what was she fucking doing to him!? He never had such sinful thoughts before...
He wouldn't have realized that he was staring at Elise for quite a few obvious minutes if it wasn't for Isabella who tugged at the sleeves of his tuxedo jacket. His perfect, sweet wife..always had to get in the way when he was trying to have the time of his life.
Damien looked at her glaringly, he was silently praying for her to go and hike up her maroon skirt for one of the low lives or waiters at the party and leave him fucking alone.
Bella almost cowered at his frightening stare, his distaste in her presence were evident in his eyes. But ...why? If it was karma and she was getting punished for putting another woman through hell..then why hasn't Damien received his? She would gladly reap what she had sown..but she wanted Damien to suffer as well. Yes, she was at fault but wasn't Damien the reason behind not only Elise's but her own destruction!? When would he pay for his deeds? Will he ever be as miserable as she was or as Elise had been!?
Bella was still scared to speak anything, she made no eye contact. Another frustrated sigh from Damien and he turned back to his right. What was so interesting there? She tried to sneak a glance. It was another woman, slim, gorgeous, tall...and a dazzling smile. Perfect prey for Damien. He had found his flavour of the night and now she had to drown in vodka and find comfort in the arms of some other man...again.
But what was astonishing for Bella was that...Damien had never taken such an unusual interest in a woman before..yes, she was stunning..but Bella had never seen Damien...almost obsessively looking at someone..and she sure as hell had never seen someone who paid no mind, neither responded to Damien's lustful gaze with the least of licking her lips. What exactly was going on?
Bella felt a wave of jealousy wash over her...was he ever honest to her? Dejected and heartbroken, she stood up and made her way across the room, towards the bar, more like her paradise, it felt more of a home than Damien's mansion ever did. Yes, Damien made it clear that it was his mansion, never Bella's. How he had made those promising vows to her..she should have seen it, fuck, why had she been so blind!
Damien's fist were clenching and unclenching at a strange pace as he watches Elise's arm wrapped around the man seated beside her. She laughed heartily and occasionally ruffled Chris's hair playfully. When did she become so comfortable around..random men...they didn't even fucking deserve her. A part of him just wanted to march straight to their table, throw Elise over his shoulder and bring her back to their home..where she belonged..where he could keep her away from these men whose sinful intentions were plastered on their face. But why? She isn't yours...anyone could feign confidence and strength..she was the same pathetic girl..just hiding behind a facade she had put up to prove to him that she had moved on. Like any other girl would do if cheated on by her very own husband.
Damien wouldn't lie if he said that he truly and genuinely felt terrible while confessing to Elise about his unfaithfulness but now..that he had seen her after years now...and that attitude of hers...he just couldn't sympathize anymore.
Damien's mind we're crowded with his pretty Elise's thought. The girl who was supposed to hold no importance in his life. How could she walk into his life and turn everything upside down. Frustrated, be took another large swig of his drink, his eyes unconsciously wandering back to her. Fuck, why was no other girl in the room beautiful to him anymore!?
Elise was standing now, getting lead by Chris towards the centre of the room as Damien's eyes raked over her body, drinking in every inch as he now had a better view of her sinfully tempting body. Those sexy, long legs, protruding hips and her generous, thick bottom. Why hadn't he ever noticed this before...or was it true when they say that you don't value what you have. He just couldn't do it anymore, he drew his phone out of his pocket and dialled Marriane's number.
"Hello-"
"Cut the crap, Mari! Why the fuck is Elise here? You know it's not the best idea to invite a girl to a place which would be attended by her cheating ex husband and his new wife."
"Wow..it's my special day! I invite you over to be a part of it and all you see is that I invited Elise...who happens to be just as good friend of mine as you were! And trust me dude, I think she would be least bothered by your presence. You on the other hand sound too riled up..just-"
"Mari, you know nothing! We two didn't end on good terms-"
"I know more than you think. And what did you think, you will cheat on her and she will decide to end the shitty marriage of yours on a good note! I think she still handled it pretty well.. I was fucking furious at you after what you did! If it wasn't for Chris who convinced me to invite you, I wouldn't have. Trust me when I say I hate cheaters Mr Kingston."
"You know nothing, so shut the fuck up..." Damien's eyes were shut tightly as he was on phone with Mari, the woman always knew to somehow push his buttons...but being blamed for everything that had gone wrong in his old marriage, he couldn't take it. Yes, he was wrong..terrible to do that to Elise but couldn't people see that he wanted nothing to with a clingy woman. He had lost interest in her, it was fucking bound to happen. "Who is she here by the way..the black haired dude.. blue tuxedo?"
"Oh so someone is jealous n-"
"Cut the crap, Mari. I don't have time for shit."
"Fine", Marriane sighed frustratedly. She despised Damien's sudden coldness and irritable attitude. He had seriously changed,"that's her business partner and friend, more like Co CEO and friend"
Co CEO, business partner...the fuck? Damien was beyond confused. What was Marianne on about..what fucking business..did she mean Elise was ...doing something of her own..her own fucking business! But she could never, that was not the Elise he knew. She was dependent, one of those snotty rich wives who loved to crawl into the lap of luxury without lifting a finger. And that was fucking evident when she asked for five fucking million dollars from him. So she could enjoy that lavish lifestyle again which she wouldn't afford from the payment of her dad who worked as a barris-
"Don't tell me you don't know Damien, every fucking high end clothing your wife wears to accompany you around is made by none but Elise's and her friend Derick's shared company. Seriously dude, the woman has been invited to fashion weeks across the world! The company is one of the fastest growing companies of the world, probably Canada's most successful designing company. I wonder if you would have left her if you knew she would bring such profits, considering how business oriented you are! You truly lost here..she isn't just ethereally beautiful but also crazy talented. Fuck, her independence and beauty makes me doubt my sexuality but can't think about it no more....."
Marriane continued rambling on the phone when Damien zoned out...CEO, company, successful, independence?
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The next chapter will be so much better I swear, prepare yourself for a hard headed Elise and a jealous, animalistic, possessive Damien. Moreover...some dark content :)