Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Chapter 47:

Tatiana’s P.O.V:

Hawaii? And that too for two whole weeks!

It would’ve been a dream come true...if Damien Romano hadn’t been part of the deal as well. How was I going to even bear looking at him again as if nothing had ever happened between us?

Quickie? Fuck, it didn’t even come close to what a meaningless one-night stand feels like. There had been more to the casual sex that we’d shared in that washroom, much more than I could handle right now and it would be better for me if I never saw him, ever again.

But the worst part was, I didn’t think just once had been enough for us, at least not for me. The fire it had ignited inside me was nowhere near sated and I didn’t think it would be sated until we’ve been together again...and this time, not just a meaningless quickie but real sex with all the necessary components included. However, Damien didn’t strike me as the relationship kind of man, otherwise, the ‘no strings’ agreement wouldn’t have been part of the mini agreement we had in the washroom. Fuck, one night stands aren’t even supposed to be about strings, it was supposed to be about meaningless fun to get your mind off of depressing matters.

But I really wanted to feel that connection again. The connection you feel when you make love with someone you really care about. Connor and I had stopped having any physical connection almost six months before Daniel put him in prison. It had been my decision to do so because Connor had started to abuse me sexually as well. Sex had become his favorite mode of torture and I’d rather eat hot iron than relive those memories again.

And then there was Damien. The brooding, mysterious kind of man who kept you guessing at what his next move might be. When I’d seen him in the hallway, he had been just what Kendra had said, a knight in a shining blue Armani. There had been that air of mystery around him that had instantly drawn my attention to him. But then I’d noticed his eyes, icy blue with age old anger and pain contained in them. He had been through something similar to what I had been through, that’s why the anger, the hurt had drawn me in. I’d seen myself in his eyes; I’d felt his regret just as much as I had felt mine. And that was probably why I had been rash enough to have a quick fuck with him in the washroom at my best friend’s wedding.

But the connection had been real. Very, very real. It was something I hadn’t felt in my three year relationship with Connor or with anyone else in my life. And I wanted, needed to feel that again.

The doorbell to my apartment rang at that instant, startling me from my thoughts. God! What’s wrong with me? First I’m jealous of my own best friends for getting married before me and now I’m acting like a horny teenager who can’t wait to pounce on the new guy.

I got up from my vanity and went to open the door. I had taken a hot shower after arriving and had been sitting in front of the mirror, drying my wet hair while wearing only my bathrobe. It was eleven at night and I wasn't expecting anyone tonight, so I secured the belt of my bathrobe tight around me and made my way to the door.

I had no idea who it might be so I checked the security camera before I went to open the door.

“Damien?” I said out loud as I hurried to the door.

He was still wearing the blue tux from the wedding and he turned those icy blue orbs on me as soon as I opened the door, making me freeze in my spot. I instantly knew what he was here for because if the lust and want in his eyes were of any indication, I knew he felt the same way about our little quickie as did I.

It had been too short, too unfulfilling.

Oh, we’d satisfied our itch for the time being, but there was more to it. And he understood it just as well as I did that it wasn’t over between us. Not yet. Not by a long shot.

“Can I come in?” Damien asked, never once breaking eye contact.

Embarrassed both for just standing there and not letting him in and for the fact that I was in a serious state of undress I opened the door wider so he could step in and felt warmth hit my cheek.

I shut and locked the door after he had entered and turned to watch as he took in my apartment. It was good for LA standards but probably a lot worse than what he was used to. Lawyers did have a nice income, much better than high school teachers.

“Please, have a seat,” I told him politely because my insides were all jumbled up nerves. “I don’t have any hard liquor but I do have wine.”

“Wine will do, thanks.” Damien smiled and took a seat on the sofa. He looked perfectly calm and little bit amused.

I went to my fridge and pulled out the half drunk bottle of Pinot noir that I had been saving for a while now. It was the safest option, so I pulled out two wine glasses and poured the wine in then, along with frozen grapes to keep the drinks cool. It was a trick I had learned from my mom growing up. She always kept grapes in her freezer to add to her wines to prevent watering down the drinks by ice. Today that simple gesture helped me steady my trembling hands while I handed over the glass to Damien.

Damien drowned the entire glass in one go before setting the glass on the coffee table. I gulped audibly. That was awfully quick. To distract him and to delay the inevitable, I decided to ask him a question instead. “So, how did you get my address?”

“I followed you home.”

I nearly spit out the sip I’d taken but managed to get it past my throat before asking, “Excuse me?”

Damien smirked. “Any normal person would be calling 911.”

“I’m still debating that.” I said quickly, unsure of what he was trying to tell me. “Why did you follow me home?”

“Honestly, I have no idea myself. Maybe because I wanted to see you?” He ran his hands through his hair, messing up the dark locks and once again, I was struck by the similarity between him and Daniel. There was no questioning that they were brothers and the fact that there were some killer genes in their family.

“Maybe, this isn’t a good idea...” I began unsurely. What was I going to say? I didn’t know what he wanted to achieve by coming here. Hell, even he didn’t know why he was here! What were we supposed to do? This whole situation was messed up.

“So you want to send me away?” He asked incredulously, his icy blue gaze boring holes into my soul. “Even knowing that what started between us was nowhere near finished?”

“Knowing it doesn’t change the fact that it’s was a mistake!” I snapped at him. “We were at our loved one’s wedding but all we were focused on were our problems.”

I went back to the kitchen and gulped down the wine in one go, just like Damien had done a short while back, letting the bitterness calm down my nerves while I gathered my scattered feelings. “Look, maybe we shou-“

I turned to face Damien but found him standing right behind me. I would have bumped into him if he hadn’t placed his hands on my shoulders. “We should...”

His fingers brushed against my neck as he moved my damp hair off my shoulders and it made a shiver of pleasure run down my spine. I closed my eyes involuntarily and soon enough found his lips on mine, erasing all my doubts, my insecurities and my thoughts.