Damien was shocked. He remembered telling him about where he found her file but he didn’t think Lucas would be considering that giving the fact that he had told him countless times that he wasn’t going to give in to his mother’s marital demands.
“You know marriage isn’t for me Lucas. I just want to fuck her and get her out of my head, that’s all.” It sounded more like he was convincing himself than him talking to Lucas.
“I am your best friend, Damien. Since I have known you, I have never seen you look at a woman the way you looked at Céline. It’s alarming bro,” Lucas said, dropping his cup of tea. “You’ll be marrying that red head.”
Damien rolled his eyes. Lucas was too much for him sometimes.
“I look at her because I want to fuck her brains out, that’s what you saw.” Again it sounded like a self reassuring message than the warning he wanted it to be.
The effect Céline had on him was no longer just one he could forget with one mind blowing sex. Even two mind blowing sex, wasn’t going to cut it. He met her just twice now, yet, he still found her mesmerizing. He saw her as the most beautiful creature in the world and deep down he knew four night stands -if it could still be called that- wasn’t going to quench the craving he had for her now.
“You got jealous when I touched her, bro we’ve been sharing women all our lives but you got jealous simply because I touched her hands! And I wasn’t even flirting with her!” Lucas said pointing at himself. “You are putting a ring on her finger bro.”
“I wasn’t jealou-s…” Damien stuttered, defending himself.
He wasn’t jealous. He didn’t get jealous when Lucas touched Céline. He just didn’t like it. That was two different things.
“Keep saying that if it would help you sleep better at night bro. But you see that woman, I’ll bet half my money on it that she would make you leave the celibate world soon. Charles is finally going to get a partner.” Lucas let out a dramatic sigh. “Brian and I would be lonely bastards at the strip club on Saturday night.”
“There is no way, I am marrying anybody, Lucas.” Damien said firmly.
All he needed was her body, for a few nights, he kept telling himself over and over.
A few nights was all he needed.
“If you say so… Thanks for the tea. Now that I’ve made sure you haven’t defiled the office grounds, I can go and torment Charles, when is he going to impregnate that pretty little wife of his?” The question was obviously rhetorical. He flashed Damien a grin, before getting up to leave.
“Oh- less I forget…” He returned back picking up a pen and a sheet from the table. He scribbled some things on the sheet and sent it across the table to Damien. “This is your future wife’s number-”
Damien opened his mouth to reprimand him that he wasn’t marrying anyone but Lucas stopped him.
“-It’s okay bro. You don’t have to thank me now, you can do that later.” He gave Damien another wink before walking out of the door.
Alone once again with his thoughts. Damien closed his eyes and tried to get both Lucas words and Céline’s out of his head.
Did he really get jealous when Lucas touched her?
“No, that wasn’t jealousy, that was just a normal human instinct…” He told himself.
He couldn’t accept what Lucas was insinuating. That would be absurd and crazy. Why would he get jealous, when he didn’t care about her. All he wanted was her perfect body on his bed and that was it. As soon as he did that, she would vanish from his life just like the many other beautiful women he had taken to the Fuck Hotel before her.
His eyes landed on the piece of paper. His heart wanted him to pick it up, so he could call to check how she was faring. He reached his fingers to it and just as it was about to get to his reach, he fought it.
Why should he be calling her, when he didn’t care. That was wrong.
He ignored the piece of paper calling at him to pick up and begrudgingly returned to the pile of documents in front of him.
Lucas was right, he really needed an actual personal assistant, who wasn’t Céline.
The only reason he accepted Céline was because he was fascinated by her charms, features and amazing body -nothing more. He wasn’t jealous of her like Lucas was making it seem. He would care less who touched her as long as he was done with her. And he didn’t want to marry her either. Marriage wasn’t meant for him. He didn’t deserve to have that much happiness.
A couple of hours passed and he had cleared a good amount of paperwork from his table. He relaxed into his seat and closed his eyes to relax.
The door to his office flew open again and Damien let out a cuss under his breath. Today was supposed to be his day of peace, quiet and mind blowing sex with the woman he was obsessed with but somehow it turned into a nightmare. He really had to find a solution to the way people just barged into his office. The restrictions had to extend to everyone, it shouldn’t matter if it was his best friend or his mother.
“Damien! I am so excited today. You are truly my son! I am so proud of you!” His mother approached him with quick steps. As soon as she got to him, she peppered kisses all over his face.
“Mom, stop! What are you doing?” Damien protested, wiping his mother’s kisses away from his face. “I am thirty years old not thirteen!”
“Your age doesn’t matter, you will always be my baby. I am showing you my excitement!” She exclaimed squeezing her hands together, like she was about to pray.
“Excitement… Over what?”
“Over your fiancée! I was told you invited one of the girls over! Tell me, do you like her? Should I start planning a wedding? Which of the girls is it?”
“Is it the sixth? -it has to be that one. She was so beautiful even in the pictures, I am sure you couldn’t resist!”
“Oh my God she has such contrasting features, I knew you would fall in love with her! I can’t believe this is finally going to happen! I thought I would remain barren all my life?” She said, wiping an invisible tear from her face.
He still could not figure out the kind of energy God gave women. His mother enjoyed ranting nonstop despite the negative responses Damien gave each time on this marriage matter. He placed two fingers to his temples and started to massage them. His mother’s shrill voice was starting to give him a headache.
“Mom, I am your son. Your flesh and blood, you can’t be called barren! Or should I be worried?” Damien quickly put in, raising a questioning brow at her.
“Oh that’s not what I meant. I am talking about your children. People won’t laugh at me anymore, I will finally be a grandmother! Oh my God!”
“That would be super exciting! We should start planning. Would you like an open wedding or a private one?”
She dropped on the chair and wiped a stray tear from her eyes -this time there was really an actual tear staining her delicate skin.
Damien’s eyes could reach his nose as he watched in astonishment as his mother actually cried over this.
“Mom, you are going too fast. I only employed a personal assistant nothing more!”
Women were so dramatic. Even if he did decide to change his mind and get married, it was nothing to cry about.
“But, my informant said she was the same girl in that file-” She didn’t finish her statement before Damien cut her off.
“You have an informant in my company?” Damien could not believe his mother.
“You are my son. I have every right to watch over you!”
“By getting an informant?”
“You are deviating from the point of discussion here. What’s the girl’s name, I should remember all their names.”
“Céline.” The words left on their own and Damien found himself covering his lips with his hand.
His mother’s eyes lit up in double excitement as she heard the name.
“Fayet! The one with sea blue eyes and red hair?”
“That is perfect! I knew she would be the one. I should start talking to planners. Do you know your friend Charles, his wife is the best wedding planner in town. I should contact her!”
She was speaking so fast, Damien was starting to lose it.
“I should also meet with Céline! She has to make the bride of the year! Oh my friends are going to be so jealous!”
“Once the wedding his done, I want babies to be coming in within the first year-”
“Mom!” Damien shouted, hitting his hands on the table.
The sound shook the room and his mother went quiet, gazing at him.
“Mom please, stop. Do not contact anyone, please. I told you, she is my personal assistant not my- not- look it is not what you are thinking.”