[Chapter 23]

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⚠️ Vulgar language/display.
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I went to take a shower.

I feel dirty, invaded, hateful. I hated myself. I wasn't supposed to be like this.

I knew what was happening here. I knew it very well. I had screwed myself over, literally and metaphorically. I shouldn't have gotten myself into his life. He saw me as his untamable toy. I was so stupid at the begining, thinking that I could win him.

Fuck, did I really think like that? So stupid.

Then he started behaving worse, and I thought I'd just run away. Like I always do.

But fuck me sideways if I had a clue who he was back then. Seriously? Damian Yang?

I was screwed from the begining. He played his roles very well. The lovely brother, the protector of his family, the cold blooded asshole. Every look, every move was on point.

I fell for his shit like a inexperienced little girl.

"FUCK!"

And I ended up pregnant! With HIS kid! I mean, for the love of god! Why?! Why was I so blind!? He treated me like shit!

I thought I was doing well avoiding him, hurting him back. I thought I knew what I was doing.

Huh! What a joke!

The man is a legend! People want a glimpse of him, and when they do they faint. Like stupid warms, they crawl around this noble asshole.

The royal asshole.

MY GOD! How did I get involved with the Yangs? Why did I end up in this place? I even bonded with everyone.

My guard was always down! That scene with Miss Holy and Little Peter?

Oh fuck! It was HIS doing! Motherfucker.
He was testing me.NAll along, from the beginning! Fuck if I know what he wants from me. He's a cold bastard. But no!
That's what he wanted me to believe.

I know nothing about the fucker. I should've known from the moments I looked in his eyes. That fire he had in his emerald eyes. That fire should've been enough for m to understand he was playing with me.

Now what? I have nothing left! He made me feel shit, for fucks sake! I felt alive every time he touched me.

Fuck! I have a baby in my belly, growing day by day!

I HAVE to leave, and cannot be found by him. At least not untill I am strong enough to be a threat to him. Why is this happening to me?! URGH!

I have no time to correct what is going on, I am leaving the next morning. I brushed, and brushed, and brushed my body until it got all red again.

After twenty minutes I went outside to dress up. There was a knock on the door. I ignored him, dancing lightly to the song while going to his side of the room to get my shoes.

"Come in."

I said I knew it was someone Sheila sent to get me to help her.

Wait a moment.

I had my back at the door, looking for my clothes, I hadn't the time to dress up.

"I know, I know, Sheila said to quickly go help her. I'll be there in two minutes."

The door behind me closed, I shook my head and got out of my bathrobe. I then turned and tossed my clothes onto the bed not looking up.

"You surely are calm for someone that had just been fucked by me."

"You again."

I looked at him lazily. I had to change strategies now.

"What is it?"

"Nothing of importance."

"Then you can go Mister Yang." he smiled, but there was no emotion in it, just his coldness, or his fake facade, I can't distinguish, nor do I care.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Suit yourself then."
he raised his eyebrows.

I started putting my bra on, ignoring him completely. Then my panties and skirt. I acted like he wasn't there.

"Fotiaa, mes ta matia sou."
The low music from the bathroom had started a new song. It was half greek, half English.

"I'm gonna lose control, yeah!"
I sang and put my shirt on. He was just looking at me I was not acknowledging his presence.

He seemed mad, or so he wanted to let on, but didn't interfere, he just seemed deep in thought.

"Don't get the wrong impression nananana."

Twirl, twirl, twirl,

"Nana naa."

I went to the bathroom mirror to clean my face.

"I wanna jump in the water."

When I finished, I went out of the bathroom, expecting him to have left.

Well, he didn't. Of course, he didn't.

"You still here."

I raised my eyebrows.

"The warning I gave you. Don't forget."

He stated, his gaze burning my insides.

"You don't let me find you after midnight, I intend on ending you if I do find you."

A threat I can't afford. The child growing in my belly can't either. I smirked, I made sure he could see me. I went over him, close. So close our noses almost touched.

Tonight, his game, I have to win to survive. And I will win this time.

"Then, I challenge you to come and find me."

I said smiling and then opened the door of the room ready to leave. He turned my body, bringing me close to him, then put his hand on the door behind me, closing it shut.

"Do you really dare challenge me like this? Haven't you learn anything?"

There it is again, the anger, the fire in his eyes. His facade is slipping in front of me, his coldness almost turned.

"My control is as important to me as is yours to you. We are two parallel lines, the same kind, but never destined to meet. Never. However hard you try, I won't submit it to you. It isn't even because of who you are..."

"I don't believe you."

"You are welcome to try then. I'll show you."

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

"I'll be waiting for you to find me tonight. It would be the last chance you'll get."

I looked at his eyes, my eyes full of resentment but the reluctance of leaving was there too.

I wasn't supposed to say to him I was leaving tomorrow. I knew my control was nothing in front of him, but I could never admit that. I turned to leave again, he seemed to have noticed the look in my eyes and for that he...

"Ah..."

He... Kissed me? I pushed him away sighing and turning my gaze away.

His brows furrowed like he wasn't sure what he was doing for the first time in his life. He hesitated before grabbing my arm turning me again and pushing me to the door this time. Searching my eyes.

"You?"

"Just let me go okay?"

"Speak!"

"I am leaving yes."

"You're what?"

"I am leaving the country this month."

There it was again, that fire. This time it stayed withing him. I could feel his anger. Well, since I can't tell him he has a kid, all I can do it tell him that I am leaving. Let's see what happens. I didn't want to say when I would leave for obvious reasons. His eyes were pitch black, betrayal written all over them. His lips then were on mine, sucking, biting, licking. His tongue furiously attacked mine, putting my hands up, not wanting me to stop him.

He didn't stop. He was kissing me. He never kisses anyone, but he's kissing me? Now? What game are you playing Damian Yang?

He had such soft and harsh, at the same time, lips. I didn't want to submit to him one day before I left. I had to leave knowing I hated him. I pushed him with my body. His lips parted from mine, while I looked at the side.

"Look at me!" He breathed heavily, just like I was.

"I don't want to."

"BUT I DO."

He got my chin pined up making me face him, I didn't blink.

"When are you leaving?"

"I won't tell you."

"Let me ask you again then. When, where, and why are you leaving?"

"Do you really think I'd tell you? You have to guess everything yourself."

"BETH!"

"What? Don't you like having control? I am giving that much to you, you should be grateful."

His eyes were burning with fury, like a river, filled up with blood.

"Don't look at me like that. You are toxic, sick if you want me to tell you the reason, then beg me for forgiveness. Or I won't ever tell you."

"You want do DIE?!"

He punched on the door, blood leaving his knuckles, and did it again, and again, his face burred on my neck.
My breathing slowed, tears on my eyes.

I realized at that moment, that I don't want to leave him. In some sick twisted way, I wanted to belong to this man, a sign that showed that he had won the game way before all this happened. My gaze was hot on him, I glared at him as my life depended on it. Again, he came closer aiming to claim his prey, but someone sounded from the door. 

"Hey you little mummy, I really need your help here. We have only thirty minutes to make the food. What if Old Olya comes and doesn't see you here. And anyway are you okay?"

Sheila asked through the door, Damians eyes' had a questioning look.

"Coming idiot."

"Quick, don't forget when you're leaving, I won't be able to see you after. So you have to spend some time with me, come on girl. she left after that."

"She knows you're leaving?

"Yeah."

"I'll go ask her, then."

He tried moving but I grabbed his wrist. He looked at me surprised. It was time to turn the tables.

I grabbed his other arm pinning him on the door, my hand to his side, to keep him from leaving. I placed my knee inside his legs and pinned him there.

"Sheila doesn't know where I am going. Don't you dare touch her."

I exclaimed, having my commanding tone on. He looked at me like I was some cute puppy, and then he grabbed a small part of my hair and pushed it behind my ear. I was confused by that small move. I looked at him with wonder in my eyes.

"You are... Cute..." Damian said, chuckling.

"I am what?"

Well that really made me laugh.

"Okay, okay. I have to go."

I said waving my hand at him still laughing at what he had just said.

"NOW?" He snapped at me harshly.

"I-?"

I didn't have much time to react. He grabbed my waist and hugged me from behind.

"What is wrong with you?"

"I haven't agreed with that Beth."

"It isn't up to you anyway is it?"

"If I say you won't leave then you aren't."

"Let me go. Why do I have to say the three damned words everytime I'm with you?!"

He then pulled his phone out of his pocket and pushed the dial.

"Sheila. Yes, she is with me. Tell everyone that she has already gone to sleep. I am taking her to the second house from the back door. Don't let anyone see us."

He ended the call.

"WHAT?!"
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