Chapter 65 A medical emergency
I could feel the warmth of his cum spreading inside me.
He pulled me into a hug, his head against my chest. “I liked that…Vita Mia."
I grinned ear to ear. “You called me Mommy,” I said proudly.
His cheeks turned red and my lips parted in awe. “Are you blushing?"
He shook his head, "No."
“You are,” I laughed.
"Okay, maybe I am," he rasped. “I can't help it around you."
His hands squeezed my ass and then moved up my back. “You are beautiful,” he said as he traced the scars on my body with his fingers.
I smiled against his lips, "Thank you, Damien."
I traced circles on his face. “Hey…I just realized you know so much about my family, but I don't know about yours, your mother, or your father."
His smile fell. “I don't talk about it for a reason, vita mia."
“Not even to your own wife?"
He drew his lips to my face and pinched my nose between his teeth. He pulled away, gazing into my eyes, “Did I marry the most beautiful woman in the world or not?"
“You did,” I smirked, "but I still want to hear about your parents."
He grabbed my hips and spun me around, making my back face his chest. I could still feel his dick pressing against my back.
“Can we not talk about my parents?" His lips touched my back. "Please, vita mia?"
Did something bad happen between him and his parents?
“Of course, Damien,"
His kiss lingered on my back. “Can I ask a question?" he asked.
“Of course," my lips parted as his hands ran against my body.
“Are you happy?"
I squinted, "What?"
“Do I make you happy? ,” he repeated, “with all the chaos in our lives, I'm not sure if I'm the husband you dreamed for."
"What?" my voice was a high-pitched question. “How could you even ask that? Of course I'm happy; I love you, Damien."
I moved away from his lap and sat beside him. “I love you,” I repeated.
My heart dropped as I noticed the look of doubt on his face. “Damein,” I placed my hand on his face, “I love you."
“I know,” he swallowed, and my heart melted as he relaxed into my touch, “but that doesn't mean that I'm giving you the life you want, no…the life you deserve."
“Damien I didn't expect this life at all; heck, before we met, I could have never imagined all of this, but it's better than what I could have imagined. I met a man I love who genuinely loves me back; you would kill for me."
“And die for you,” he added.
“You give me everything I want and more; in fact, you are everything I want and more, so don't you dare doubt my feelings for you again, ever."
I grabbed my dress from the floor and slid it back on; Damein, on the other hand, didn't even bother to button up his shirt. He slid up his pants and stepped out of the car.
“Come on,” he stretched his hand out to me. “Let's go."
I grabbed his tie from the floor and stepped out of the car.
“Make dinner for my wife and me," he said to one of the men, who nodded immediately.
A few minutes after dinner was ready, he led me to the dining area. “Sit on my lap,” he instructed.
I looked up from the seat I was pulling out from the dining table. “On your lap?"
"Please?" he begged.
I slid the chair back into position and walked to sit on his lap; he was extra clingy nowadays.
As I picked up a fork, Damien's phone began to ring; he ignored it, bringing a pancake to his mouth.
“Your phone is ringing, Damien."
“I know,” he said calmly.
“Are you going to answer? Or…,"
He grabbed a paper towel from the table and wiped his hand with it. “Charlotte, if I pick up that cell, I can guarantee you that it's going to be bad news." He tossed the cloth on the table and grabbed my hand. “Feed me."
The ringing persisted. "Damein, I think you should answer."
He gripped my waist and placed a kiss on my shoulder. “Vita mia, it's peaceful; I like it."
I reached for the phone on the table and grabbed it. It had no caller ID, so I swiped on the screen to know who it was. "Hello?"
The person, on the other hand, said nothing; only breathing could be heard.
"Hello?" I repeated.
“Hmmm,” Eloise’s voice came from the other end.
Damein quickly grabbed the phone from my hand, “Eloise,”
“Was that a woman's voice?" Her voice was clothed with jealousy.
“It's just a maid,” Damien lied. "I…" His chest heaved, and I noticed his fingers tremble.
I placed my hand on his chest. “It's okay,” I mouthed.
“Why would a maid answer my boyfriend's phone? Is it her place to do that?"
“She is irrelevant, Elosie; just talk to me,” he said.
“Hmmm, tomorrow evening, I want to have dinner with you, alone."
He gripped the phone so tight it could break. “Of course, I'll be there."
“Wear something sexy; it has been a while since we met."
“Of course,” he swallowed.
"Good-bye, boo, Until we meet again,” she said, "make sure that maid, whoever she is, never touches your phone again; I can be quite jealous."
He bit his lower lip in frustration. “Yes, of course,"
The phone beeped as she hung up.
Damein tossed the phone on the table. "Fuck!" he groaned. He placed his arm on the table and placed his head on top of his finger. “Vita mia, please never pick up my phone again." He looked up at me.
“She could have figured out who you were,” his voice was barely above a whisper.
This time his fingers were visibly trembling; he grabbed a glass of water to calm his nerves, but he almost spilled it.
I quickly grabbed it from him. "Damien, relax, you can take her down."
He gently pushed me off of him and stood up, pacing frantically across the dining area.
“Damein…,” I said.
"Argh…" He covered his face with his right hand, his voice a mixture of a groan and a whimper. “I'm not scared of her." His gaze met mine again, and he shook his head. “I'm scared of you…"
"Me?" I pointed my index finger against my chest.
“No…I…, I'm scared of losing you." He pressed his finger against a wall, and I noticed his knees buckle. “The thought of it is killing me…I can't."
He began to hyperventilate, then his cheeks turned red, and he pressed his back against the wall and slid down it.
"Marcus!" I shouted, panic rising through me. I had seen Damien worry before, but not like this. "Marus, call a doctor!"