"Is it really you?"
Her gaze was tender. Her face soft, eyes pure. The dark shades which corrupted her innocent face at the rage had faded away instantly.
Damien couldn't help but look away from her eyes, down her nose to those well chiseled pink lips of hers. He could had kissed her immediately if Elisa wasn't there. He could had done what he did that day back in the woods. Leave in her utter confusion. He could had done all that. But he didn't think that as the best option.
If he kept staring at those fine lips, he might lose control. He's quite the gigolo, but knew how to play his cards too.
He nodded to her question, looking from her lips back to her searching eyes.
"I mean, how... why... what are you doing here...? With this..."
She didn't even look back let alone complete the sentence. It seemed like she was scared to break an eye contact with him. She was acting as though if she looked away from him just a second, he might vanish into thin air and she wouldn't see him again.
"Come have a seat."
He put his hand around her waist and led her to the couch. He helped her settle into it. The more he gazed upon her, the more his heart crumbled in his chest. The thought of how evilly and roughly she must have had been treated by some monsters of men broke his heart into particles.
He knew every passing second, he kept taking risks and risks. But at this moment, he felt like he got everything under control. He remembered how his self confidence had brought him close to doom countless times, yet he had made up his mind to make this a different one.
He seated on another couch which was opposite Evelyn. Evelyn, not for a moment looked at Elisa. It was like she was engrossed in the person of Damien. Like an unending adoration and love.
"What were you doing here?"
He asked her. The manner at which her face changed spoke much of disappointment. It was obvious that that wasn't the next set of words she had expected from him.
"I mean, this place is only exclusive to the manager of this hotel. How did you get the card?"
As much as Evelyn wanted to avoid the question, she just couldn't. Taking a glance at Elisa, Elisa was heating her face up with a wild glare.
"I should call the cops on you. How dare you come into my office without ---"
"Look at the person talking. You turtle."
Evelyn snapped.
"What! What did you just call me?"
Elisa was on a verge again, but Evelyn had jumped up on her feet.
"Where did I keep it..."
She pressed her palm to her body in quick and effective search. Soon enough she looked towards the door and saw the card which she dropped unconsciously, and out of shock.
"What's wrong with her? What the hell is this about?"
Impatient Elisa scorned. Evelyn on the other hand didn't give a damn. She edged towards the door and bent down to pick the card.
When she bent down; Damien had been looking at her. When she pushed her waist up, her gown paved and he saw her pushy. His eyes widened.
"You are not wearing a thong!"
He exclaimed when she got back on her feet. Damien must be losing his mind. He always got distracted whenever he saw stuff like that. I mean, who doesn't?
"The thought of seeing you anytime would make me walk around naked... Should I come seat on it. It'll be very easy. I really missed it."
Evelyn went naughty with him. That was enough to turn him. But again, wrong timing.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Elisa looked irritated by the little romance going on between Damien and Evelyn. And she didn't hide it.
"Enemy of progress."
Evelyn sneered at her. Then Evelyn started to walk closer. When she was close enough, she put up the card.
"Excuse me, Mrs Manager."
"Miss, yiu fool."
"Whatever. Madame."
"Who did you just call a madam? Do you want to die?"
"Enough!!!"
Damien lost it, snapping at Elisa. Elisa was shook as well as Evelyn. Damien realised that he had made a mistake. He couldn't reveal himself. Not yet. And to think of it, he had just yelled at Elisa; he knew too well that a random person couldn't just yell at the manager of a twelve star hotel.
"I mean, enough Miss Manager."
He tried to right his wrong but with the look of things, it didn't seem like he was making any sense. Not to Evelyn, Elisa nor to himself.
FUCK! WHAT MESS DID I PUT MYSELF IN. ONLY IF DER IS HERE.
He knew he had to say something reasonable to lift up the atmosphere. Also, time wasn't on his side. It was now or never.
"Okay... I guess I'll have to say the fact."
He licked his lips, gulping. He hadn't been that cornered in a long time. Not only Evelyn was interested in what he had to say, but Elisa too. Elisa wasn't only interested but anxious.
"She is my girlfriend..."
He rolled the lie out.
"What!"
The both girls exclaimed. Not sure whom he was referring. When he looked up at them, he got more confused. He had to choose one of them. He could see the PICK ME, PICK ME, in their faces.
AHH... WAHHH... THIS IS KILLING ME.
"The manager of the hotel... she is my girlfriend. Elisa is my girlfriend."
He took a quick pause. He knew he had made even a bigger mistake. What was he thinking saying that? Also, he realised that the last thing he could do was take it back. That would even be worse. How could take his words back twice?
"That's why I am here. To see my girlfriend."
He kept up the storyline. Elisa was flustered. She couldn't believe her ears. She was struggling between smile and tears.
On the other hand, it was as though Evelyn had been hit by a Nasa rocket. She was shaking her head as though she would make it come off her neck at that instant.
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