Damien turned to her and feeling his eyes on her, Joanna looked at him. “I’m sorry. I just-” Joanna tried to take her hand away but he stopped her “It’s okay,” he told her and even squeezed her hand a little to calm her down After a few minutes of silence, he asked, “She said something concerning Gabe, didn’t she?” Damien had it in mind that she would not get upset because of him. She hummed not turning to look at him. She was really upset. “Take a detour at the park” she instructed the driver A walk was what she needed right now to clear her head. Joanna never thought the topic of Gabe was going to make her this upset. Damien was understanding why she needed to go to the park. He too needed a walk. The park was not too far from where they were so they arrived in minutes. Damien opened the door for her to step down and again, she held his hand. Damien kept reading it as she wanted a little comfort even though being close to her this way was making him have ideas he should not have
During breakfast the next day, Damien could not help but notice Joanna's gloomy mood. She had made it seem like she was better as they came back home but then she has not been able to hide it since this morning came.“You’re still worried?” Damien asked and she nodded, staring down at her food“Did he sound that urgent for you to be this scared?” He added and received a nod from Joanna “I’m sure it's nothing for you to worry about”“I want to believe that but-” “Just believe it” Damien interruptedJoanna decided to believe in what Damien said. It was hard but she knew she did not need to be scared. In a way, she feels she might have messed up the work he had asked her to do so that was why he was upset.Throughout the night, she had thought of any possible things that would cause him to be upset and the only one was the project she was to handle and if she was being honest, she did it well to the best of her knowledge.She quickly got dressed and headed out of the house with her driv
Damien sat on the couch, ready to watch something on the television. He was done with all he needed to do in the house and was now ready to unwind. He was loving his job. For now, he had no idea why his job seemed fun.Was it the pay that was to even increase at the end of the month? Or was it how flexible the job was? Or was it his nice boss? She never stresses him or gives him tasks that he cannot handle. In fact, she rarely gives him things to do. He was the one to volunteer to do some things.If not that he asked that Joanna stopped ordering cleaning services for the house, he would not need to clean the house. All he would do was stay around the house with nothing to do because most of the time she did not have events that she needed her bodyguard to come with her.Damien loved being busy now. Yes, he enjoyed the occasional breaks and free time, but at least the working environment was friendly. Unlike his previous job. They worked him so much but still paid him peanuts that woul
“Isn’t that Damien?” Rebecca muttered to herself, squinting her eyes to have a better look at who she was staring atIt was indeed Damien. His heart dropped to the ground when she finally began moving towards him. He swore he could have run away from here if she was not looking at him right now. He could not cowardly run away, could he?“Damien, crazy seeing you here” Rebecca’s idiotic brother wore a smug look on his face as he accompanied his sisterRebecca sized him up. He still looked the same. His hair was neatly cut, his skin looked cleaner, but his attire still looked like someone who had no money. “Still broke?” again her brother of hers tried to insult himDamien refused to say a word. He let him keep asking senseless question. It was none of their business. They had nothing to do with him anymore, so it should not bother him if he was still poor and wandering in the streets of New York.“You still look poor.” It was then Rebecca’s turn to downgrade him. “Where do you stay? Un
Luckily, Joanna did not try to pry more into the matter. A part of her had a feeling that it was someone from his past life, but the issue was that she did not know who exactly the people were. Damien had not spoken much about his ex-wife and anything that related to her that did not involve her cheating on him and how the family treated him once they smelt wealth.She did not know what he looked like or those that were around her. Again, she glanced at the spot where he had spoken to those people, then at Damien, who had his full concentration on the road. He was trying as much as possible not to think of them, and he also prayed that Joanna did not ask for more information.They insulted him, and that was it. Nothing special. He was used to it. Joanna let it all rest. She was not going to bother herself about it and from the look of it, so will Damien. The month ran out so fast. Joanna got more busy with work and she rarely stepped out. Damien continued with his usual duties. Since
The entire room was bustling with laughter and chat. It did not take long being in the room surrounded by hypocrites, did he know they were hypocrites. Some laughed because others laughed and they did not want to be left out. Some were not rich but posed like they were.Some were rich but were brats. There were a lot of people and characters in one room and Damien, even though he did not know them by their names, knew how crazy they all were and, most importantly, how hypocritical they were.It was easy, maybe because he had been in this kind of gathering before back in college. He went to a prestigious college and a lot of people came in. Those with scholarships and those whose parents owned a lot and were able to afford the fees, even though they were as dumb as hell.The crazy thing about them is that they end up graduating with the best results. The craziness of the system and, most importantly, the injustice of the system still marvels Damien to this day. Everyone drank alcohol.
Joanna stared at the man in front of her, surprised with each word he spilt. It was a shock to her because not once did she expect something like this to happen. She knew Charles for a long time now and he did not seem to have such intentions for her.Everyone knew Charles to love his wife, who had to go overseas for a degree, so what was he saying? She was about to say something when she heard the door open and then close. From the back of the person, she could tell who left. She then turned to the man in front of her, still holding her hand. “Charles, it’s Joanna” she tried to give him the benefit of the doubtCharles smiled. “I know who you are, Joan. I won’t confess my love for you if I did not know you,” he saidJoanna angrily took her hand back and glared at him. “Don’t you ever try this nonsense again,” she warned, then stormed offWhat was wrong with him? He had a wife, and he was hitting on her for what reason? Did he think she would support such an act because he confessed h
“And who is this idiot?” the man at the centre of the room demeaned, his eyes glaring and trailing Damien from head to toeDamien was calm. This was not the first time someone was insulting him openly. After all, they do not know him and have nothing to use on him. “Someone more real than you” Damien fired back calmlyThe man wanted to approach as he folded his fist in anger but a lady held him back. Then the lady spoke, “There is no need to insult anyone here. We are only trying to have fun. Moreover, Joanna is our friend. We want to carry her along” she explained“If she is your friend, why force her if she does not want to play the” he gestured an invisible quotation with his fingers as he said the last word “game?”“Joanna hates doing stuff. It’s just a way to lighten her up a little” the lady responded“So what do you want her to do in this game? Because if she says she does not want to do, I believe she is just uncomfortable with the game unless you all are bad friends” Damien m