Damian's POV
I prowled my office restlessly, holding the opening address for the top American company, Surmit, that was coming up the following week. The whole write-up sucked.
Or maybe the problem was just me.
For some reason I can't really explain, I haven't seemed to concentrate at work since Lisa left. It's been two days, and God knows I have been putting all my efforts into keeping my mind occupied and off her.
Time was what I needed to get over the whole divorce shit. But it's been two full days, and I still can't get the uneasiness out of my system. I couldn't get over the fact that she hadn't contacted me since.
How could she get over me so fast? I mused. She'd been so desperate to get married to me. She even caused Samantha's accident.
So, how could she just get over the divorce within two days? Was she doing it on purpose, thinking I would call her and apologize? She must be out of her mind.
I glanced at the address again, and a scowl frayed my face as I hollered. "Mr. Thompson!"
My secretary rushed in. "You called me, sir!"
He had that innocent look on his face that strangely reminded me of Lisa. She always pretended to be innocent when, in actuality, she was vicious. She was such a good pretender!
I shook the image of her off my mind. She is gone now, out of my home and my life. I could be with a woman with a kind heart who isn't cunning and devious; besides, Samantha is beautiful and well mannered. She was all I needed.
I scowled at the report again and shoved at Luke Thompson's face.
"Mr. Thompson, I'm guessing you wrote this damn thing while sleeping?"
He frowned. "No, sir. I worked on it yesterday in the office, and I showed you. You also---"
"This isn't about showing me anything!" I enunciated every word, breathing hoarsely through gritted teeth.
"Did you go through it at all? Is this why I pay you?"
He looked taken aback for some time before smiling. "Mr. Sinclair, I wrote the address five times, and you rejected it all. You said you were going to write it yourself. So, I think you wrote this."
A sudden realization hit me hard in the face, and I cleared my throat awkwardly. Shit! Did I really write something that crappy?
"You can go now!" I said it stiffly, and he left immediately.
I walked back to my seat when the door suddenly booted open again, and I glanced up in anger.
"Work ethics, Mr. Thompson. You could have--"
My words stuck in my throat, and every coherent thought tumbled out of my mind as my eyes caught a long red gown. It was the first thing I'd ever gifted Lisa.
The dazzling gleam of the sun pierced through the door, distorting my vision in such a way that I couldn't see her face clearly. My heart pounded against my ribcage as she started towards me.
"Why do you look like you've seen a ghost? Were you expecting someone else?"
It was Samantha's voice, and an involuntary sigh tore out of my throat. I frowned slightly. What was she doing in those clothes? Did Lisa give it to her?
"Why do you have that on?" I stuttered slightly.
She laughed. "I found it at the house in Lisa's room. She left it, I guess. I figured I could make use of it."
My frown deepened. Lisa didn't take the clothes? That was impossible because that should be the most expensive item she has. It was a limited edition.
"What's on your mind?" Samantha asked, frowning.
"Nothing. I'm just confused about how you got the clothes. I mean, how did you get the keys to my house?" I couldn't get the disapproval out of my voice.
She pouted. "Babe, we'll be married soon, and I thought it would be better if I moved in now. I took the key from you yesterday. I forgot to tell you."
"Wait, slow your roll! Do you want to move with me now? I mean, I just got divorced. I have to calm down for a couple of days and organize my state of mind. Plus, I wanted you to move in after the wedding. I can't"
"Babe!" Her voice was laced with mild hysteria. "Are you not happy that we are going to get married? Wait, do you regret divorcing Lisa?"
Her questions astounded me as much as they annoyed me. "Of course not, Babe!" I pulled her into my arms.
"How can I regret divorcing someone like that?"
She smiled now. "I know. I was just teasing you."
Her hands looped around my neck now, and they soon trailed a line down my chest to the middle of my legs, and I felt my whole body stiffen.
"What are you doing, Sammy? This is an office, and anyone can---"
"Shhhh!" She placed a finger on my lips. "Babe, I spent a year living on a life machine. I've missed you so much. I want you deep inside me. It's been too long!"
"I know, but it could wait till the wedding night. I have to organize my mind."
"Oh no! You're feeling bad for her now! Listen, babe, that bitch Lisa got what she deserved; heaven knows where she must have snuck into."
Alarm gripped me. "What are you talking about? Is she not at your parents' house?"
She shrugged. "I mean, I don't know. But who cares anyway? She could be dead, for all I care. It's even better that way."
"What? Dead? Samantha, that's bad!" I chided her. "I know she's bad and she deserves worse things, but----"
"But what!?" She snapped. "Why are you treating me this way?" She whined.
"Okay, baby. I'm sorry. I'm just a bit over the edge. I didn't mean to lash out at you! It's just talking about someone's life that way---"
"Really?" She cut me off. "She forgot about you already; she didn't even take anything out of everything you gave her! Why are you still worried about her!?"
That caught my attention. She didn't take anything. Not even a pin; she didn't have any money to her name either. How would she survive on the streets?
I picked up my car keys and bolted out the door.
"Where are you going, Damian?" Samantha hollered behind me. "I thought we were spending the night together?"
But it was too late. I got into my car and drove off at a maddening speed. I arrived at my house in no time, and I stormed in, heading straight for Lisa's room.
True enough, she didn't take a single item from the things I bought for her. Her room was exactly like it; it wasn't the first time I had entered the room, but each time I hoped it was different.
The check. It was still lying on the dressing table. I fisted it and gritted my teeth as I started towards the door. Leaving everything behind must have been her act. She was doing it on purpose, so I would call her.
But she was wrong. I will never call her.
I was almost out of the room when I glimpsed, from the corner of my eyes, a white paper lurking at the far end of the room.
I went to pick it up, and when I opened it, my mind emptied. It read. "PREGNANCY TEST REPORT".
My eyes slowly tailed to the name of the recipient, and my whole body stiffened when I saw her name. It was Lisa's. She was pregnant?
'If two years didn't mean anything to you, then our child wouldn't' that was exactly her words. I had brushed it off without a second thought; I didn't know it was true.
I frantically dialed her number, but the line kept on ringing, increasing the panic I was feeling.
"Pick the damn phone!" I grunted in frustration.
Oh God! What did I just do? Did I just send my ex-wife out of my house while she was carrying my child?