Strawberry Kisses by Phavy Prieto (always you kirsty moseley .TXT) 📕

opened the door, I heard her warning: "You will soon find out that Damian Devoir is incapable of refusing me. He never did and never will. He’s mine."

I didn't answer and left with the certainty that that woman was completely crazy.

When I told Damian about Nerea's miserable state, he drove me home.

"Will you come home tonight?" he asked before I got out of the car.

"I don’t think so. I'll probably go straight to work from home. Considering her state of mind, I guess I'll have to stay up till dawn," I said fearing that Nerea could be in a catatonic state.

Damian cleared his throat and turned to me.

"What a pity! I had so many plans for us tonight," he said with a smile.

"We can postpone them until tomorrow," I sighed.

"I remind you, Miss Acosta, that this weekend we are going to your mother's birthday."

Damn! With all that sex, crazy hormones, and sexual harassment at work, I forgot my mom's birthday!

"Then we'll have to try some positions in the car like clandestine couples," I laughed as I got out of the car.

"See you tomorrow at the office, honey," he replied smiling.

"See you tomorrow, Adonis," I said smiling and ran away before he could ask me where the hell that nickname came from.

Nerea wept bitterly. When I told her what happened with Steven and that Mathews and his cousin had to be two of a kind, Nerea seemed to recover and convinced herself that the end of her relationship with Mathews had been a good riddance.

"Doesn't Damian Devoir have a cool cousin or brother like him?" she asked when she stopped crying.

"Brothers - no, but friends - yes," I said with a smile.

Although I didn't know what was going to happen after that Sunday, I told her that Damian had offered me the keys to his apartment.

"Maria, if a man offers you the keys to his apartment, it’s because he wants something serious with you. What the hell are you still doing here? Come on, go and tell him that you are in love with him!"

"Do you think I should tell him? Isn't it better that I wait for the fortnight to pass and then reveal my feelings?" I asked.

"If he doesn't feel the same for you, he's an idiot. He can't pretend to that extent and even less if he has involved his family and friends: that man is madly in love with you!"

At that moment my heart seemed to swell and a tingling in my stomach told me not to linger further, to immediately run to him to reveal my feelings.

Since my car was still parked in Damian's garage, I took a taxi. As soon as I got to his building, I didn't have the patience to wait for the elevator. So I decided to climb the stairs up to the penthouse. As I got to his floor, I was half dead and out of breath. It was early in the morning and Damian had to be still at home. I would probably find him asleep. Just imagining his sleepy face with half-closed eyes made my heart beat faster. I was prepared for any reaction from him: amazement, happiness, surprise... but what I was not prepared for was to see Rebecca open the door, wrapped in a sheet and clearly naked underneath.

What the fuck was going on? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? I demanded an answer!

"Oops! We thought you wouldn’t come. But I guess it won't come as a surprise to you. After all, I warned you. Damian is in the shower. If you want to wait for him... "

"No," I cut her off, trying to show an apparent calm. "Better see him directly at work. It's not that urgent."

I couldn't believe that that damn woman, after everything she'd done to him, could still be his mistress. What kind of twisted mind did he have? Maybe he would not have wanted her forever in his life, maybe he just wanted to take revenge for the evil suffered or maybe there was still something between them. Whatever the answer was, I didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. I had believed it could be true that the love we had shown for each other was genuine and that every word, gesture or action was sincere. But it was evident that that was not the case: Damian had not forgotten Rebecca and much less was the honest man I had thought he was. Maybe he was just using me to show that everything was okay and thus be able to have an affair with Rebecca. Or maybe I was just the facade he needed to avoid arousing suspicion with Michael. In any case, I had only one thing very clear: I had to get out of there.

I called Ingrid to tell her that I would not show up for work because I felt unwell. What I least wanted was to see Damian's face, because I knew I couldn't help but cry or blame him for something I had no right to. We were nothing. There was nothing there. Actually Damian had never been mine.

Chapter XXIII

If it hadn't been for the fact that I hadn't seen my mother for a long time and that in a few days it would be her birthday, I would have invented some excuse not to go back to my village. Not because I didn't want to see my parents, but because I was in a bad mood.

When I reached my destination, I saw the welcome sign of my village and promised myself that I would not shed a tear. My face was swollen, my makeup had gone to hell, I was wearing a tracksuit and sneakers when it would have been better to show up dressed to go to the office. So when my