CHAPTER SIX

It didn't turn out to be just a thought, but the actual reality; the monster of a man, Damien, had actually sent the driver home without making no plans whatsoever of my journey back home. I was clearly not his responsibility and he was more than willing to make sure that message is received loud and clear; not like I hoped to be though.

As much as I had wanted to be angry at him, all I could say to myself was how well played his game was. At least, now I would no longer find myself wandering aimlessly in my mind about how attractive he truly was.

Yes, was!! The attraction was dead and the excitement had faded, almost immediately, as well. All that was now left on my mind was how I am to get myself back home.

I stood for some more minutes, shamelessly hoping that somehow his parents description of him being the most perfect gentleman could, somehow, miraculously, come true.

Yes, I was still in the biggest denial of history and I still very much doubted he'd just leave me stranded after a date planned by his parents.

Why, you ask?

Well, simply because his parents had it planned and I refused to believe he was capable of standing against his parents in a full head on collision.

Maybe he wanted to pull up out of the driveway in one of his latest models of car and personally take me home because he wanted me to be safe.

And that, was the absolutely perfect definition of being delusional. So yes, you can call me delulu and I'll respond with a wide grin plastered across my face.

Once again, I couldn't help the laughter that fell from my lips as I felt the curious stare of the maid, whom I had forgotten was still standing quietly besides me. Her stares, in no way made me uncomfortable or angry, but rather the amount of daydreaming I now have because of the books I've read was what caused my blood to boil the more.

Marcus had always been my book boyfriend and I have always felt grateful to the universe for that, but to think that a five minutes dinner would have me fantasizing about yet another enemies to lovers series got me so furious. Suddenly I was grateful to Damien for having done me the favor of not rendering any nice gestures and perfectly expressing the definition of the red flags I always read in books.

Red flag men were the bedrock of every romance novel and I absolutely lived for them, though I'm perfectly happy and content with my walking green flag of a man. Was this why I couldn't stay on my own two feet around Damien?

Yes, that would explain everything.

I wasn't attracted to Damien but the thought of finally being in one of the moments off of the list of my favorite books.

Smiling with accomplishment at myself as I had just managed to rid my mind of the guilt it felt, I took a deep breath in and started mapping out my next possible move. I had allowed myself been too greedy about the gentlemanly act of bringing a driver to pick me up that I had stupidly forgotten about my purse in my room. All I had was my phone and a call to Marcus whom I was absolutely certain, would reach the ends of the earth for me.

Dialing his number as I took the bold step into the well lit compound adorned with beautifully shaped flowers, I started my journey towards the main gate. Even if Marcus were to come pick me, it would be at a bus terminal as he, too, didn't have a car of his own, at least not yet.

"Hi, baby." His calm soothing voice rang through the walls of my ears. I didn't even realize how much I had missed hearing it till I actually heard it again.

"Marcus…" I called out softly, as a tear drop slid down my cheeks. Why on earth was I crying over hearing his voice?

It's been barely just a month since we last talked and this wasn't even the first time our communications had been severed. Why wa this suddenly feeling different?

"I had been trying to reach you in like forever, baby. I have been to your office, your parent's home, and even called countless times but still…" he said, all in one breath, but I could still hear, quite audibly I must add, how excited he was to be talking to me again, "Did I do something wrong?" He asked after about some few seconds of silence from both sides.

"No, of course not. You're perfect my love." I said reassuringly, smiling into my phone as I finally had my man talking to me with as much excitement as he had on the first day he had asked me out.

"Then what exactly is the issue?" He asked the million dollar question but we both knew, deep down, that that question was in fact just his own way of allowing me give him the details myself as he already heard about it all from someone else. It wasn't like everything happening was some sort of hidden secret, so it'd be actually weird if a little bird hadn't yet whispered things into his ears.

"My parents are in talks with having me get married to the only son of a billionaire, whose father's life I had saved by my kindness. If I hadn't been kind that day, just maybe I wouldn't be in this predicament. I am scared and confused as to what to do, Marcus." I should have said, but instead, "I'm stranded with no money and no way to go back home." I said.

"Where are you right now?" He asked almost immediately, momentarily forgetting about his question and showing absolutely no interest in having the answers.

"I'm at-"

"You know what? Just share me your location instead and I'd come pick you up immediately." He said and from the phone, I could hear him ruffling through his clothes, probably in search of something to wear so as to come out immediately.

"Okay." I said with a nod and a sniffle.

"And please stop crying baby. I love you, okay."

"Okay." I heard myself say as I broke down helplessly onto the floor. Being loved by Marcus had always been my greatest blessings but why does this hurt?

I guess when they say guilt is the worse form of punishment, they were absolutely right. I hadn't even kissed the guy but here I was, hating myself for having wanted to kiss him, having him run effortlessly through my mind. I know perfectly well I should never have any man in my head asides from Marcus.

For f*cks sake, I have always been a loyal girl even when I had cheating unfaithful b*stards as boyfriends. The table just cannot flip when I am finally blessed with a faithful godsent boyfriend

So yes, it does break my heart a lot more than you think.

"What if he no longer loves you after finding out about what happened tonight." The doubt in my heart whispered into my ears, doubling my anxiety and worry.

I shared my location with him and a text immediately popped up on the screen of my phone, and it read "I'm on my way baby. You don't have to be in a haste while walking, I'd come to you soon."

It was a sweet comforting message and as much as I wanted to give into the temptation of doing as he said, I knew too well how bad of a decision that was. If not for anything, but for the fact that I hadn't yet explained things to him and so stand the risk of being misunderstood really easily. It sounds selfish, I know and you don't need to judge me any further to feel good about yourself.

I'm sorry for lashing out on you but you have got to understand that Marcus isn't a guy any girl should lose. My parents are refusing to understand the fact that money isn't everything, love is, and my love is with Marcus. It always will be and I am not willing to lose him over some proud narcissistic boy who clearly thinks the world is all roses because he got everything handed to him on a platter.

Damien and Marcus are on two different levels. Yes, they absolutely are!!