Chapter 30

Damien?
I immediately open my eyes and gasp upon seeing him, his hazel eyes stare pointedly at me and I literally move back cause of the shock of seeing him.
"What are you doing here?" I watch as his lips form a smirk before he replies "in case you didn't realize, I live here. This is my house"
I instantly roll my eyes and give him a pointed look "what are you doing on this side of the comfort room? Especially, on my bed" I eye him rudely and fold my arms while sitting up. His little play out with Tara hasn't escaped my mind and he must be stupid to think it will.
"I'll be sleeping here, so that's why I'm here" he casually says grabbing a pillow.
"no, Liza is sleeping here"
"No she isn't. She's too busy making out with Sam right now and it's obvious she'll be sleeping there so don't get your hopes up" staring at the other side of the room I see Liza and Sam literally all over each other and I roll my eyes. Betrayer! Turning to Damien, I give him a good glare before clearing my throat.
"Why did you decide to sleep here?" Damien cocks his head to the side. "I don't want to sleep beside couple's who make me uncomfortable"
I think for a moment, I honestly thought he had another reason. Foolish me, did I really think Damien is here to apologise or stay with me? I need to stop being delusional, he's a cold blooded fool with no feelings.
I'm about to say something when the opening of the door stops me. Tara majestically walks into the room wearing a lingerie, a freaking lingerie. She just completes the look with a cape_like nightwear which she buttoned only the bottom. The top two buttons are left undone and her nightwear is see through. I roll my eyes and lay back down on the bed. Who wears makeup to bed? Tara does.
Damien surprisingly also lays back down on the bed. I make sure there's a reasonable distance between us but I can still smell him.
I hear footsteps and I instantly know Tara is walking towards the bed. If she'll be here then I'm definitely not sleeping here. I hate being disrespected and I'd prefer it if the disrespect wasn't done in my presence. I start sliding off the bed when Damien's voice stops me.
"Do you plan on sleeping here?" He asks Tara.
I turn to see her frown in confusion "yes. Why"
Damien's blank face comes back on "Well you can't sleep here. Why? I'm sleeping here with Francesca and I don't like to be crowded by people. I like my privacy so you can move to the other bed. It can take a maximum of five to six people and you guys are just four"
"I also don't like to be crowded by people" Tara stubbornly says.
"well that's why there couches and mini beds"
I instantly lay back down on the bed the moment Tara grudgingly goes to the other bed after casting me an angry look.
Damien turns his attention back to me and I avoid his gaze. "where we're you going earlier?"
"To my room"
"why?"
I give him an incredulous look. "I owe you no explanation"
"Why aren't you going to your room now?"
"Like I said, I owe you no explanation" with that huff and turn to my side. Damien reaches out for me and pulls me till I'm laying next to him.
"Did it bother you when Tara kissed me?" Damien asks.
"No" I sternly say as I try to get out of his hold. His left hand firmly holds mine and even both my hands can't loosen his tight grip. I huff and give up, finally matching his gaze.
"Why did you agree to sit on Fred's lap?"
I give him a smirk "why? Did you have a problem with me doing that?"
Damien smirks back but replies " yes" his reply makes me furious. Is he kidding me right now? He has a problem with me sitting on Fred's lap but he gave Tara a French kiss.
"You must be delusional right now, you kissed Tara back and you have a problem with me sitting on Fred's lap?"
"yes I do"
"so you expect me to be okay with you kissing my sister?"
"I don't expect you to do that. You just told me you didn't have a problem but I do" I freeze when I realize what he just said. This guy is stupidly smart.
"why did you kiss her after kissing me" I say in a whisper.
"firstly, she kissed me. Secondly, why didn't you stop her"
"you would have stopped her if you wanted to. Don't blame this on me, you have no self control, first you date Sarah and now you play around with my sister and you have the nerves to ask me why I didn't stop her. Why didn't you stop her?" With that I angrily left the comfort room completely aware of the fact that he was following me.
After heading to his room I instantly went to the bed and laid down to get some sleep. Damien also laid down on the other side of the bed. We just laid there, no one speaking, our egos are too great.
"Our marriage will be announced tommorow" he states in a whisper before closing his eyes.
The realization of this fact makes my stomach churn. Tommorow, I'll no more be publicly known as Francesca Martina, I'll be known as Francesca Lorenzo. Damien's wife... It's right about time...