Willa
As Damian's lips crashed against mine, I felt a rush of conflicting emotion. His grip was unyielding, pinning me to the bed with an intensity that left me breathless.
I struggled to free myself from his grip but it was in vain.
"Damian…" I called out his name. He took the opportunity and deep his tongue inside mine which sent shivers down my spine. His kisses were rough, demanding, and all-consuming. It was hard for me to resist it.
My senses were overwhelmed by the taste of his lips and the warmth of his body pressing against mine.
I finally surrendered to his kisses as I realized I've been craving for this moment for a long time. I found myself yearning for his touch.
Within a twinkle of an eye, He tore my dress and this sent a thrill through my veins and I felt my pulse racing in anticipation.
I looked at him in the eye and I saw that his gaze burned with intensity. His eyes roamed over my exposed skin.
This made my cheeks flush with a mix of excitement and vulnerability.
"Willa" I heard him whisper my name. His voice sounded husky with desire.
"I've wanted you for so long." He spoke
What? Did I hear him clearly?
He had wanted me for so long despite the way he maltreats me often.
"What did you say?" I asked him to be sure I heard him clearly but I got no response. In other not to ruin the moment, I kept my mouth shut.
His hands roamed over my exposed skin, tracing the curves of my body with admiration.
His lips followed, leaving a trail of kisses that set me ablaze. Every single touch of his ignited a fire that threatened to consume me.
Our bodies entwined in a dance of passion and I lost control. Damian's intensity was overwhelming, yet I craved every moment of it.
Finally, we both reached climax and our bodies shuddered in unison as we surrendered to the ecstasy.
Afterward, Damian rolled off my body, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes drifted shut, and he fell asleep immediately.
I laid beside him, my body still humming from the aftershocks. I gazed at Damian's peaceful face, feeling a mix of emotions.
"Goodnight" I whispered and pecked him on his forehead.
Slowly, I stood up from the bed and picked up my torn dress. I tiptoed out of the room so as not to cause any noise and went to my room.
Immediately I got to my room, I went into the bathroom to freshen up. I looked at myself in the mirror and I saw my cheeks were red from blushing and my lips swollen from Damian's kisses.
I smiled, remembering the moment we just shared.
The next morning, I woke up feeling excited with the thought that Damian now loves me. I couldn't stop thinking about the intense passion we shared last night.
As I head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, I met Damian there with a glass of cup.
We both made eye contact and I expected him to smile at me or talk about what transpired between us last night but reverse was the case.
He gave me a cold glare. I couldn't read the expression on his face.
I tried to brush it off thinking he wasn't in a good mood.
"Good morning," I greeted him trying to sound casual but I got no response and he exit the kitchen without glancing at me twice.
I couldn't help but wonder if I was just a conquest to him.
Did he sleep with me just to satisfy his sexual urge?
I asked myself these questions but I couldn't get a reply for any.
My feelings switched from excitement to disappointment, and finally, to hurt.
My emotions were in turmoil.
I concluded within myself that Damian used me to satisfy his sexual desires and I couldn't shake off the feeling of being used by him.
The truth is I enjoyed every moment we shared last night.
"He wanted a night of passion, and I gave it to him. I enjoyed it too." I said smiling to myself.
I decided to focus on myself and put behind anything that might ruin my mood.
As days passed, my thoughts of Damian faded away. I kept myself busy by immersing myself in the Fashion design career I've always had passion for.
I attended Fashion design events, networked with influential people and reconnect with old friends.
One evening, I went for an event mainly for beginners in Fashion. After the end of the event, a charming young man approached me.
"Hey beautiful" He greeted showcasing his set of white teeth.
If not that I've seen Damian before, I would have said this young man is the most handsome man I've ever seen.
He was good looking but my Damian is nothing compared to him.
Did I just call Damian mine? I must have been thinking of the unthinkable.
"Hi" I greeted him back with a smile on my face.
"I'm Max" he said, extending his hand. "I couldn't help but notice the enthusiasm during the program."
My cheeks flushed as I shook his hand "I'm Willa, nice to meet you."
We discussed a bit about fashion trends and it happened that both of us shared the same interests.
Max saw me off to where my car was parked.
"Would you like to grab lunch with me tomorrow?" He asked.
I agreed immediately without thinking about it twice and we exchanged numbers.
The next day, I got to the restaurant I and Max are to have lunch. He had texted me the location of the restaurant earlier today.
I looked around for Max and my eyes landed on him at the far end, sitting confidently with his eyes fixed on his phone.
I approached him and he stood up, smiling warmly at me.
"You look stunning" he said with a smile.
"Thanks Max. You don't look bad as well." I replied him.
"Common, don't flatter me" he said and we ended up laughing.
We exchanged brief hugs before sitting down.
The waiter came to our table and we placed our orders. We both ordered for grilled salmon.
As we waited for our food, conversations started flowing in easily.
Max shared his stories about how he had loved owning a Fashion brand and how he planned to begin his journey.
I listened intently and I was impressed by his passion.
Our food arrived and we savored each bite. We continued our discussion till it was time to take our leave.
As we stepped outside the restaurant, my gaze drifted across the sidewalk.
My heart skipped a beat.
Damian was standing right before my eyes leaning against his car. His eyes were fixed intently at me.
Max followed my gaze, noticing Damian's piercing stare.
"Who is he?" Max asked me.