**ROSEANA**
"I'm serious, Roseana. Don't laugh at me! I'm just telling the truth."
I stopped myself from laughing. My shoulders shake as I try to conceal my laughter, but it seems like the more I try to stop it, the more I laugh.
"Yeah." I agreed with what he said.
"You cannot trust Lavigne. He is just after sex and will toss you after." Damon seemed annoyed.
I raised my eyebrows. I looked at him. "He is your friend," I stated as a matter of fact.
There is a saying that birds with the same feather flock together. With all the things he said about his friend, it is not far from the fact that he is the same.
"What do you mean?" he asked. Even though I can't see his face, I know that his eyebrows are furrowed again.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I am just saying that maybe you and Lavigne are the same and have a collection of women." It came out sounding bitter without meaning to.
"Of course not. I am not an asshole like Lavigne.”
My mood turned sour. No man would willingly discredit themselves, right? No one in their right mind will express their secrets.
Realizing all those, I don't know Damon that much. What happened between us seemed like the air that passed so quickly. All I know is his name and nothing else. I don't even know his last birthday. Of the people he interacts with, I only know Martinez.
Even though he became approachable, the high wall he built around him has not been removed. It seems like he did let me get close to him, but he still controls what he wants me to know about him. I am still kept in the dark.
I lost the desire to talk to him. I suddenly felt weak. I pulled the blanket close to my chest and laid down. I could feel Damon's gaze following what I did.
"I want to sleep." I didn't bother to look at Damon. I turned my back on him.
Damon stared at me for a few seconds. I know that because I can feel his intense gaze. I pretended to be asleep, even though the truth was that I would not be able to sleep because of the ideas that were crowding my mind.
“Good night.” I felt Damon's wide hand on my waist. He pulled me closer to his body. My back is now pressed against his chest, just like he always did.
I untangled his hands on me. "Damon, it's hot." Supposedly, I complained to him.
I felt him stiffen. Maybe he didn't expect my cold voice.
"Are you mad?" he asked calmly. He is weighing my answer. Maybe he noticed my annoyance.
I did not answer his question. I thought that he would force me to tell him about his problem. I expected that he would coax me, but I was wrong.
When I didn't answer, he didn't ask any more questions and just kept quiet. My heart ached with that thought. I don't know the reason.
I used to not care if he didn't talk to me, but now it's different. The lump in my throat, because I forced myself not to cry, is enough of a sign for me to worry. Why do I feel this way? No, I'm wrong. I already know what this feeling is. I just don't want to acknowledge it.
I'm afraid. The mere thought of it is scaring me.
I know from this feeling that I will only be hurt in the end.
I went to bed with a heavy heart and a cold. I felt even worse when I woke up and didn't find Damon at home. I woke up with him gone in the bed and the house.
"Is he mad at me?"
I jumped off the couch when I heard the loud ringing of the doorbell. My chest was heaving, which annoyed me.
I don't want Damon's presence to affect me. Whatever my feelings were, I decided to stop it. He is heaven, and I am earth. He is royalty, while I am just a servant. The size of the gap between us is unmeasurable. If I continue to express my feelings, I will only be hurt. I know that.
I calmed myself before I opened the door. I was so busy thinking about my feelings that I forgot that Damon didn't need to ring the doorbell because he could just scan his finger in his high-tech lock, so I was surprised when I saw Martinez.
I let Martinez inside. I hold the door for him because he is carrying many bags in both his hands.
I followed him into the kitchen. "What are you doing here?" I wonder.
Martinez looked at me and stared at me seriously. I'm not used to his expression. It seems that he is too serious now. His lips are pressed in a thin line.
Martinez put his things on the table and then turned to me. "My boss has been annoyed the whole day. I think it has something to do with you.”
"Huh?" was all I could say.
He was about to explain what he meant to me when his cellphone rang. He was still slightly stunned when he saw who was calling him. Martinez left me wondering.
I just watched him while he listened to the other line. "Are you alright?" I asked when I noticed her paleness. Martinez didn't pay attention to my question; instead, he looked around as if he were looking for something. After the call, he immediately said goodbye. He rushed out of the house, almost tripping in his haste.
I was stunned when I was alone again. "What was that?"
I looked at the hinges Martinez bought. It was all food. Maybe it's from Damon again. He sent me food as if he seemed to know I had no intention of eating. But he can just do this himself, right?
I shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking of others and should just be grateful for what he gave. Being all that, I haven't even touched the food. I left it in the dining area and locked myself in my room.
When two o'clock struck in the afternoon, I woke up to the ringing of my cellphone one after another. I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep.
I saw Damon calling me, but I just watched it ring and ignored it.