Chapter Twelve: last Night

Chapter Twelve: last Night
“Oh my Goodness!” I yelled but I immediately regretted it. My eyes got dark and my head felt heavy. I guess I already know who was lying next to me but I wanted to be sure. 

My heart pounding loudly begging for it to be a lie, I slowly turned him by his shoulder. There he was sleeping so peacefully. 

It was Demien. I gaps at the sight of him and I covered my mouth out of shock. I didn't want to make any noise or wake him up either. 

Damn.. 

Fuck! 

My eyes popped out even more when I realized I was totally naked and so was he, at least I could see his chest but just to be sure, hoping nothing happened between us I gently raised the blanket hoping to see Demien in his pants trousers at least but my hope shattered almost immediately. He was naked, his erect member pointed towards me almost lifeless as if it were suffering from being overly satisfied. 

Oh no 

No no no 

This can’t be happening 

I wonder why I am finding it hard to remember anythiny. I scattered my hair in frustration. I hit my head several times like it was going to help me get my memory back, but nothing came out of it other than more headaches.

I should quickly get dressed and pretend like none of this ever happened. Demien looks like he is in a deep sleep. I can try to shuffle him off and tell him he was only imagining things. 

My clothes were too far away so I dragged all of the blankets to cover myself before trying to get off the bed when a strong masculine hand pulled me back. 

“Ahh..” I screamed from the impact as my body hit his. My eyes widened in horror. 

“Sneaking out now huh.” His deep morning voice echoes in my ear. I was too shocked to say anything at least anything meaningful. I paused for a second. 

“I.. I.. “

“you..” I stuttered helplessly. 

“Let go of me.” I finally said something meaningful but my statement was too weak. My eyes winded even more when I felt something hard touching me. I immediately pushed out of his grip but he held on me so tight I couldn't separate from him. 

“Where do you think you are going?” He questioned and his eyes  met mine. 

“Let go, Demien!.” I struggled so hard until he finally separated from me. A knock on the door caught both of our attention. 

“Demien!”

“Aria!” 

“please come down for breakfast.” That was Demien mother Mrs Laurent and with that she left. The air between us became thick. I swallowed the lump in my throat. 

“I’ll shower first.” I said breaking the silence. Still holding onto the blanket I dragged it with me with so much shyness, and I gently picked up my clothes from the ground. I felt embarrassed. 

Damn you Lucian. I roared in my head. He is the reason I got into this mess in the first place. 

I had no fresh or clean clothes to wear. I had to sort out myself with a few clothes I found in the closet. They didn’t fit perfectly but I could manage. Demien was also ready and we made our way to the dining room. 



“Good morning Mrs Laurent” she pulled me in for a hug.

“Good morning darling , please come take this, it will help with your fever. Mrs Laurent haded ne a cup. I stretch to receive it. 

“Damine will take you to the hospital soon.” She added. I nodded my head in response as I smiled gently. His mom is so sweet it made me sad knowing how mine abandoned me. 

I turned to sit and there she was. Speaking of the devil and she appears. She walked with grace and I noticed how she came out from the other side of the mansion where the guest rooms were. 

“Hello daughter.” She said as she made her way to join us at the table. 

“Demien I hope you both had a wonderful night.” She squeaked almost as if she  knew about something. I can’t believe she actually did spend the night here. she was starting to step on my last nerve. How shameless. 

Why is she here? I'm not even yet married to Demien and she’s all over the place; her attitude might end up making it hard for me to leave. This is all a charade to get Demien his inheritance, not some sort of family bonding.

Or Is she trying to monitor me? 

What does she get out of all of this? Question continues to fly in my mind. But the smell of something delicious caught my attention and brought me back to the present. 

It was an apple pie,  my favorite meal. I suddenly had a big appetite. 

“Thank you.” I turned to thank the maid standing next to me as she placed the different dishes on the table but my eyes stayed fixed on her. Something felt familiar about her. I just couldn’t place my hand on it. 

“Are you ok Aria.” Demien asked I guess I was too lost looking at the lady. I didn't realize it. 

“Yes I am.” I forced a smile but my heart was troubled for some reason. 

A few minutes into rounding up breakfast Demien got a call that seemed to be urgent. He decided to take off immediately after offering to take me home first but I declined. I could handle myself and Mrs Laurent pleaded for me to spend some more time with her and I agreed, maybe for the first time I would actually get to know the feeling of having a mother. 

Other than my nanny Pam who took care of me in my younger days I have not been close to anyone else. At the thought of Pam the  maid I saw from earlier flashed into my mind but I waved it off. Maybe I am stressed. I'm beginning to relate unrelated things. 

I stood up to escort Demien when my phone buzzed. 

“Meet me in the penthouse by noon.” It was my step father Victor. He texted me for the tenth time. He has been spamming me with text messages for the past few days.