Chapter 24

Francesca's POV
After getting something to eat I headed over to my room only to see Tara sprawled on the bed.
"Get the f*ck up Tara"
Tara jerks up and I have a full view of her cleavage. Why will she wear such a skimpy top if not to do her usual seducing.
"Francesca, what have I told you about respecting me?" Tara gets up from the bed and folds her arms, exposing more cleavage"
I give her a stern look "and what have I told you about me never going to respect you?"
"Do not answer my question with a question"
"well I just did. Now listen carefully, you might be staying in this house, my house. But you are certainly not going to be staying in my room" i also fold my arms and glare at her.
"where do you expect me to stay then"
"The guest room, there are more than thirty guestrooms here. Find one and get out of my room" Tara's pupils dilates and I sense her anger. But who cares?
"I don't want to stay in the guest room" she spits with anger.
"well then stay in the staff quarters or the pet house or wait? I honestly don't care"
"you are growing wings little kitten and I will clip them off like always and you know it" Tara takes a step towards me with each word and she stops two feet away from me.
"No Tara, no I don't know that and do you know why? Well let me let you know. Because I'm not a little bird growing wings that you think you can clip off. I'm a lioness growing fur and you know you can't dare come close to me cause I will roar till you tremble" I stare her dead in the eyes as I speak. Tara takes a step back but smiles.
"You may have won this round but I'm not sure you'll win the next, you should already know by now that I didn't just come here for a vacation. I came here to take what should have been mine"
"I'll love to leave you to your fantasies but let me educate you on something. This isn't a game, I'm not playing ant stupid game with you. This is my house, I live here, Damien is my husband and you are no one. I am the one bearing the Lorenzo name so I would advice you to leave. This is real life not one of your fantasies or illusions. The guest room is five rooms from here"
Tara gives me a cold glare before putting on her flip flops and dragging her suitcase out of the room.
I take in deep breaths and fall to my knees. Why does betrayal always come from my family. At this point I don't think I have a family. I've lived in blind Innocence for twenty four years. Now I'm never going back to the naive girl who let her parents sign her life away. I might not love or like Damien but I'm married to him after all and she must know that.
I check the time and it's 2pm. I decide to call Liza and ask her how her day's going.
She picks on the second ring "hey babes
I chuckle lightly "you always have a different name you call me anytime I call"
"we that's what best friends do. They annoy the hell out of each other" I smile at that "well I prefer today's name to all the other names you've given me"
"Of course you do. Spoiler alert, the next one's bi*ch"
We spend the next 2 hours talking and conversing about SamAlarms suck. Like literally, alarms suck. I usually like Monday mornings but today? I don't. I turn off the alarm and grudgingly get up from the bed. Putting on my flip flops I rush to the bathroom and have a good thirty minutes bath and brush my teeth. I choose a black pencil skirt and white long sleeve top. I tie my hair in a neat bun and wear my silver earrings and necklace. I then put on my white heels. I go for a light makeup, I rub my black lip stick and smoky eye. I lightly draw my brows, add my mascara and draw my eyeliner. Okay not so light makeup.
I then grab my credit card, office keys, hospital store room keys and dump them all in my black bag. I then take my phone and car keys.
On my way down stairs I bump into Damien and all the files in his hands go flying around.
He lifts his head and stares at me, he's currently in a black three piece custom made suit. His hair has been styled classically and his eyes are sparking today.
Since this was both our faults I look down and count a total of twenty files on the floor. I bend and pick ten of them and hand them to him. We both bumped into each other so we'll share the responsibility of picking up the files in a fifty fifty pattern.
Damien just stares blankly at me as I make my way towards the front door. Gretta rushes out from the kitchen and stops me.
"Francesca dear, aren't you going to eat before leaving. I already prepared something and I'm sure you'll love it"
I smile warmly at her and Pat her back. She has a worried look on her face so I reassure her "I'll get fine, I'm running late that's why I didn't eat. I promise to eat when I get back and I won't skip breakfast tomorrow. I promise.
From the corner of my eye I watch Damien bend to pick the remaining files on the floor.
Gretta warmly smiles at me before saying "I'll make sure you eat breakfast tomorrow. You've been missing a lot of breakfasts lately. Bye dear"I give her a quick hug before rushing out.
Just then my phone rings and I see a message from Liza.
"Sam's planning a dinner at your place this evening. He's going to talk to Damien about it this morning. Can't wait to see you"
Another dinner with Damien hmm....