Chapter Twenty-Eight – Whore
Arya walked into the restaurant with steady steps, once again hoping she wouldn’t see someone she knew.
She really wished she could enjoy Damien’s kindness comfortably but since her heart belonged to someone else, she couldn’t act like it.
Her hands were pulled on and she dragged them from the person, glaring at the intruder. Her eyes softened when she saw it her cousin, Lucy, her aunt’s Jenna’s daughter.
The lady stood at a height of 5’9 eyeing Arya down, her head was high proudly. “Why are you sneaking in like a thief, thief!”
Arya frowned, many people were calling her a thief today. She glanced at Damien who was trying to park the car.
She folded her arms. “I am not a thief! You were the one who lost your school fees that year. And don’t you get over stuff?” she retorted.
It was since they were little that Lucy’s school fees went missing and she blamed it on Arya because they were in the same classroom.
Lucy walked around Arya in a demeaning manner. “And what are you doing here? It’s far from your home or do you want me calling your father now?” she taunted.
Arya smirked, walking forward. “Call him, tell him I’m about to eat in a fancy restaurant. Tell him I’m happy. Do call him.”
She hissed, then brushed past Lucy towards an empty table to save it for she and Damien.
Her cousin stared at her with dropped jaw, she had never seen Arya that confident and daring to reply her. She ignored it and walked to the counter to pay for her food.
She whipped out her credit card to pay. It was declined. The lady behind the counter stared at her weirdly. “Does this card work?” she asked rudely.
Lucy smiled sheepishly and took it back. She caressed it then whispered words of prayer. “It does, maybe it has a little bit of problem. Please, try again.”
The lady snatched it back with an eye roll, then tried again. It still declined. “Excuse me, miss? It doesn’t work for the second time! Does it work at all??” the lady raised her voice.
Lucy looked down, feeling ashamed. Had she withdrawn the last cash in that account? She should have brought all her cards out if she knew.
“What’s the problem here?” Lucy heard someone say behind her, she wanted to shout at the person to mind his business.
But when she turned and met his gray eyes, she became dumbstruck.
The lady at the counter rushed out and bowed. “Oh Sir Damien, I didn’t know you were dropping by today. I should go prepare an exclusive table for you, right?”
Lucy looked from the lady to the handsome man before her. He was a Sir? Maybe from a rich British family, then it meant he had money.
She flipped her hair back, exposing her cleavage. “Hello, sir.”
Damien didn’t spare her a glance, he took out his credit card. “Pay for the nice lady and yes, go prepare a table, and for two please.” He told the lady.
The lady in the counter nodded. “For two? Sure! And I’d pay for this lady immediately.”
Lucy smiled, pleased that the handsome man footed her bills, she assumed that it meant he was interested in her and she stood close to him, making sure their skin touched.
“I’m Lena, and thank you for helping me out.” She smiled.
Someone walked close to her and she saw the handsome man smile at the lady. “I arranged a table for us, come on.” He held her hand.
Lucy couldn’t believe it. What was such a handsome man doing with her ugly cousin, Arya! Was he the one that he arranged a table for?
“Sure.” Arya smiled, then turned to Lucy. “I was watching you and you had problems footing your bills. You squander money then say it got missing, you never changed.”
Damien gazed at her questioningly. Did she know the lady she was talking to?
The lady grew angry and huffed. “You decided to whore around a man to make ends meet? Typical, I expected nothing more.”
Before Arya could reply, Damien did. “That’s not a nice thing to say. What do you know about her?” He frowned, keeping Arya behind him.
Seeing the protective stance the man had with her cousin, Lucy was sure the man was in love with her.
She rolled her eyes “Don’t be deceived. She is not in love with you, just using your money.”
Arya wanted to speak again but Damien prohibited her. “Again, what you do know about her to assumed those things?”
He did feel sad that most of the lady’s words were true. Arya didn’t love but could use his money and it didn’t make her a whore, he was the one in love with her.
“Well, I’m her cousin, and I assure you, I’ve seen her do many dirty things for money.” Lucy folded her arm, confidently.
Damien was speechless, not because he believed Lucy but on realizing they were cousins. They was no resemblance.
“Oh please!” Arya snapped back. “I barely know you now, just like you don’t know me. Do you know what have been happening in my life for the past three years?”
“Yeah, you got into university and your sister ran away! At first, I was impressed you got a university that I forgot you were a whore so you could have whored into it too!”
A slap landed on Lucy’s face.
Damien went back, giving Arya the chance. The restaurant wasn’t filled and the few customers were uninterested in the drama.
“Call me a whore one more time and I’d break your mouth! What gave you the right to demean all my efforts! What have you achieved in your wretched life!” Arya barked.
Damien held unto Arya, those words were coming from the deepest parts of her heart and he didn’t want to see her cry.
He looked at Lucy, still stunned about the slap. “Okay, Lady, my wife isn’t a whore. I accept your thanks on helping your bills so accept my apologies my wife slapped you… bye.”
He pulled Arya with him outside.
Lucy stood there, for a while, trying to rehear the words he said. Wife? He had a called Arya his wife twice? How did she get married to such a man! Why didn’t her mother tell her!
She stomped outside to have one more word with her but instead saw she and her husband driving out in a flashy car.
The lady on the counter ran out, calling. “Sir Damien, Sir Damien, don’t you need the table again?”
Lucy turned to the lady. “Who is that guy?”
The lady gave her a condescending look. “Haven’t you heard of the Wade’s? He was willing to be our shareholder even if we’re small and he gives good marketing advice too.”
No words could Lucy form as she gawked at the flashy car driving at top speed.
Should she have annoyed her cousin who somehow married a wealthy rich man?