15 Truth (1)
Turning off the water supply, Damon wore the towel as he exited the bathroom and entered the closet to change, when his phone received a message from Oliver.
Opening the message, Damon saw a club's address and time only.
Sighing to himself for the nth time in a single day. Damon decided to finish up his work early as he left his office and told his secretary to keep his tomorrow morning open
For today he is gonna drink and drink till either he forgets the pain he feels in his heart every time, reminding him that it was he who had droved away his wife and son or till he gets alcohol poisoning.
Whichever comes first.
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Charm Night club, at night.
The top floor if the club is cut off for the general public as two burly bodyguards stood at the front of the corridor and lift. No person is allowed to enter this floor tonight.
Inside the room, a group of men are sitting waiting for someone.
"Hey"
Spoke one of them with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"What do you all think is happening with Damon?"
He continued to ask as he eyed another man with raven hair sitting next to him.
"Who knows."
Answered the raven-haired Jack with a shrug of his shoulders
"Well, what do you think?"
Jack, asked Roy, the blonde with blue eyes back,
"Well, all I know is that ever since that idiotic wife and son of his have gone missing, he has been acting like a complete lunatic. Do anyone of you know how much money he has spent on so many numerous private detectives to find her? Huh? I am telling you all, at this rate, he is gonna go bankrupt for sure.''
Oliver who was also present in the room, looked at the two of them as he calmly took a sip of his whiskey and asked the two of them a question which was bugging him for quite a while (well for years to be exact),
''Tell me something the two of you, we all know that Damon had at least ten private detectives at a time, but none of them were able to find her, where do you think that she had gone ahead and hidden?''
''Huh hasn't she sold herself to an Italian drug mafia and became his mistress?''
Roy asked both of them.
"Well, at least that is what I think. Don't you all remember that her old flame whatever-his-name-was was convicted for drug trafficking along with his entire family?''
Roy continued his analysis.
'No'
Oliver thought to himself,
'That was not the vibe of a mistress, that was the vibe of a person who was in control, who had power.'
His inner monologue finished the moment an unkempt Damon entered the room with his suit jacket lost, his tie loosened at his neck and the sleeves if his Armani black coloured shirt dress rolled up-to his elbows.
Looking at him, the shocked Roy loudly exclaimed,
"Hey, man! You look like shit!''
Jack who was looking at Damon nodded as he added,
''Yup man, You do look like shit. What the hell happened for you to look like this? Did anyone of you past flings came up to you with your child?"
As soon as Jack stopped, he erupted into waves of laughter, Roy also grinned widely, as he commented.
"I can seriously imagine it. Say, Damon, it has been a long time since you know... you enjoyed the nightlife so say... should I call up someone for you?"
To this Jack to added his two cents,
"He is right you know, ever since that wife of yours left you, you have turned yourself into a hermit. Looking at you know who would have believed that you were once the most feared and famous womanizer on the block who never saw a lady twice.''
''Shut the hell up.''
Suddenly the loud yell of Damon was heard as he roared at his friends for reminding him of his shameful past.
The past he lived while still being married to Ivy and being a father to James.
About how he spent each and every night in the arms of a different woman.
Oliver who was quiet all this time broke the uncomfortable silence which had enveloped the room after Damon's outbreak.
"Will you now like to tell us what the hell happened between the two of you and why are you looking for Ivy so desperately? I thought that the two of you were in a marriage of convenience, hence the reason you could play around so much.''
