CHAPTER 70: Dream?

CHAPTER 70: Dream?
Belinda's POV

It has been five days now in Damien's house and I can say I'm beginning to gain more freedom and power too.

Damien had been a cold dickhead, there are times I hardly saw him and once I did he only said a few words and left.

He was always in his room, probably with his head buried on his computer desk.

“Have you seen Damien today?” I asked one of the maids as I entered the kitchen.

She handed me a cup of milk with a smile.

“Not at all, ma'am but he is definitely in his room.”, She replied to me.

“Oh…I guess I would have to go check up on him then,” I said, placing the cup on the table but the maid stopped me.

“I'm not sure sir would want you upstairs.”

“Why?” I asked, raising a brow.

“He doesn't really like anybody coming to his room. I have been here for a while and I've never been there, Rosie, my colleague once walked in the room to clean it but he suspended her and he declared it that anybody that enters into his room or comes close to it shall face a brutal consequence.”, She said.

“Hmmm…that's wild but Damien can't really do anything like that to me. Maybe it's because you are just a maid in the house, he can't get angry at me for going into his room, he is mine after all.”, I caught her roll her eyes and squeeze her face at my words but who cares?

With that I walked out of the kitchen and climbed the stairs when my phone started vibrating in my shorts.

I brought it out, it was Anneliese.

I felt my stomach sink for a second.

“Hello.”, I said.

“Hey girl, I'm beginning to start wondering if your agency now schedules phone time for their models because girl, where do you always put your phone, I've been calling for more than a million times”, she screamed and I couldn't stop the laughter that erupted in my belly at her exaggerated expression.

“Hey girl, calm down, It's just that I've been so busy with shots, that's why and I often forget to turn off my phone's do not disturb mode.”, I said, marching upstairs.

“I hope they are not getting my bestie all worked up now” she said and I could imagine her pouting.

Anneliese had gotten all the cutest expressions on earth, she's got everything on earth a girl would ever wish for and more.

“Guess what?”, She asked.

“My fashion house is being ranked as the 4th best in the world”, she screamed.

My heart missed a beat and my hand flew to my mouth.

“What? Oh my goodness, how did that happen? It's even barely a month since we opened it.”, I asked wondering how she did it.

“I don't even know, I swear, I don't, I'm just so surprised. I can't just believe it, like I noticed some strange connections a few days back but I thought it was nothing.”, She said.

“Wow I'm so happy for you.” I smiled even though deep down my heart ached.

I always had the same dream as well, to have my own fashion house, I had plans long ago since I was a child even before Anneliese, I even created a mini one with my doll house.

But guess who is able to fulfill it?

Of course it is Anneliese.

It's always her!

She's always living the life I've always dreamed of.

Why?

Why must she have everything?

I almost crumbled and I bit my lower lips to stop the tears from flowing.

Well at least I'm able to recover one back and that's DAMIEN, though she had him once and before me but I don't care, I get him now and that was all that matters, though I know he might be cocky too but I'm ready to do all it takes in order not to be the loser.

We continued talking over the phone till I got to Damien's room's door.

The door alone sent a shiver down my spine, it was a metal large one, it looked as if it was used to guard a lion.

I wanted to knock but the moment I rested my fist on the door, it creaked open, slowly I pushed it open and I walked in.

His room was one of the largest I've ever seen and one of the emptiest as well.

The walls were painted in black colours and the tiles on the floor were black as well.

There were few black furniture around and a very large king-sized bed sitting at the top of the room.

Wow.

Where could he be? I wondered to myself.

I found myself walking around slowly and then slowly the bathroom door creaked open.

There he was…..

Damien, he appeared like a demi-god.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his upper body was naked, there were water droplets which were dripping from his wet hair that were all over his face were running down from his face to his chest— his rock abs which looked like something a sculptor created.

I swallowed hard as our eyes met, he had fire in his eyes.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?”, he growled which made me jump up with so much force that my phone went flying away from my hands.

The phone hit the wall with a great force that made it break into two.

What the heck?

I turned to him hoping to see him a bit kinder now but instead he looked like he wanted to remove my head and place it in my hands.

“I said what are you doing here?”, He asked again.

“Ehm…I came here t..to check up on you, I haven't seen you for hours and I was beginning to worry that something bad had happened to you and—”, I found myself stuttering.

“Well, it's all obvious I'm okay and I don't fucking want you here.”, He yelled.

“Okay…I'm sorry if I—”

“Damn, you're so dumb, just get out now!”

I don't know how but my feet got into action on their own and I found myself in my room.

I saw the maid on my way and she gave me a ‘’I told you’’ look.

I shut the door, jumped on my bed and I buried my head in my pillows.

I couldn't stop the lump that was rising in my throat.

I bit my lips so hard that I started bleeding.

I have never been that humiliated or embarrassed in my entire life.

Why would he shout on me like that?

Why is my life like this?

Why can't I have what I want even though I am so close to it?

I couldn't stop the tears from running down my face.

I was still sobbing when the door opened, I flinched and rose up, ready to slap the hell out of the unlucky maid but who I saw made me freeze.

It was Damien.

He walked in looking a bit uncomfortable.

“It's okay, I understand what you want, I would leave your house now.”, I said turning around but he caught me in the arm and pulled me closer to him.

“What are you doing?” He asked me.

“I'm leaving, you shouted at me, it hurts.”

“I know and that's why I'm here…I'm sorry Beebee.”, He poured like a child and my heart squeezed.

Wait what?

Almighty Damien just apologized to me and he called me by my nickname.

This has to be a dream.