Chapter Thirty six

Damien's POV;

I stared down at her crying self in my arms. She looked so vulnerable as she sobbed heavily with her chest heaving up and down. Her make up had smeared my white shirt but I did not care about it. I just hated watching her cry. An iota of guilt seeped into me at the realization that I was the cause of her pain. She was unhappy because I had roped her into my world but there was nothing that could be done to change it, at least not for a while.

I reached for the box of wipes I found up in one of the compartments. I picked it up with my right hand while my left hand still held her by her waist.

I pulled out a wipe and slowly wiped her eyes, she shivered at the contact and looked up into my eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot from all the crying and the sadness in them was evident.

I said nothing while I wiped her makeup off with another wipe. I held her chin up a bit and wiped her beautiful plump lips slowly to rid it of the red lipstick she had applied on it. I trailed my index finger over it before looking at the rest of her face, I had successfully wiped everything off and was left with her bare faced beauty.

"You look even better without makeup." I admitted honestly. She was really so beautiful, words could not describe it.

"Thank you." She said hoarsely. Her voice had gone hoarse from all the crying and yelling she had done.

Without thinking, I pressed my lips on hers. She was so shocked, she stood still and was not kissing back, I bit on her lower lip and she gasped letting me gain access into her mouth. She soon started kissing back with the same fervor.

I soon started tugging at her shirt, trying to take off the buttons while still kissing her but all of a sudden she drew back and held on her shirt protectively.

"Damien, this is wrong." She shook her head repeatedly as she spoke. She looked like she was going to cry and once again I felt guilty for taking advantage of her vulnerable state. I just could not help it sometimes. It was so difficult to control myself whenever I was with her.

I nodded and swallowed. Ariana was not the type of girl who would give herself to just anyone without having an emotional attachment with the person involved, I was sure of it. And even the fact that we were married would not change her beliefs because our marriage was based on a lie.

"I apologize." I said and she looked up at me swiftly, obviously not believing what she had heard. It was not in my nature to admit to a wrong doing so I knew my statement would take her by surprise.

She nodded after getting over her shock eventually.

"You should go get some rest." I said to lighten the sexual tension present in the room.

"I need to change." She said. I smirked knowingly.

"Go on. I'm not stopping you, am I? " I said and leaned back on the door frame, eying her hungrily.

"Damiennnn!" She whined with her face turning as red as a tomato. I chuckled and strode out of the closet, shutting the door behind me.

She was so adorable.

I stood outside and watched the scenery from my balcony. I wondered what would have happened if she had not stopped me. I would have probably had her under me, moaning my name by now. I was so close to seeing what was underneath all that clothing but she just had to stop me. My cock twitched in my pants, the thought of having her excited it. I bit back a groan.

Patience Damien, patience. That was what I told myself, there was no point in rushing things with her, it would ruin all the fun. I was not going to chase after her, not at all. She would come running to me instead, it worked every time and I was sure it would be no different with her.

I walked back in when I heard shuffling in the room. She was done with changing her clothes, it was about time I did too. I unbuttoned my shirt, undid my pants and put them in the empty laundry basket.

I reached for the blue button next to the mirror on the right side of the closet's wall and pushed it. The mirror slowly pushed itself to the side and made way for me to get into the bathroom. I was aware that Ariana had not found about this button, it was hard to detect anyway. I wasn't planning on telling her anytime soon because I loved how nervous she got whenever she came out of the bathroom in her towel or bathrobe when I was in the room. It was one of the funniest things to watch.

I walked into the bathroom and took a pretty long shower. I pressed a similar button when I was done and it opened back to the closet, then I picked up the clothes I wanted to wear, put them on and went back into the room. I found her seated on the bed tapping on her phone furiously while her laptop was placed on her thighs. When she noticed me approaching, she slowly dropped everything on the lamp stand and wrung her fingers together.

I did not say anything, I just got into the bed and laid down while facing her.

"You're searching for another job opportunity." I stated. She looked at me for a moment before looking away again. I was right, as usual.

"Why do you want a job so badly?" I asked fully aware of what the answers would be, but still wanting to hear what she had to say.

"I need put my degree to use and I'm sick of being stuck in here all day, and..." She said and stopped for a second.

"And?" I prodded.

"I have to take care of my father." She said after much hesitation.

"Your father is on a monthly payroll from me so you don't have to worry about that." I said, I did not want her hearing it from me but I had to let her know at this point. She looked somewhat relieved when I informed her about it, I assumed it was a source of worry for her.

"Thank you Damien. But I still want a job." She stated firmly.

"I'll give you one in my company." I suggested.

"No! I won't take it." She vehemently disagreed.

"Why is that?"

"I don't want any handouts. If your staff realize that I'm your wife they'll treat me differently and I don't want anyone doing me favors because of the man I'm married to." She harrumphed after her explanation.

"I'll put in a word for you with Aiden. He won't treat you different, I can assure you of that." I conceded, much to my amazement. Just what was this girl doing to me?

She lit up in hope.

"Are you sure, Damien?" She asked tentatively.

I nodded.

"You're going to let me go through the normal process right?" She questioned even further.

"We'll see about that." I shrugged.

"Damien..." She dragged in a warning tone. I smirked and in one swift move, I pulled her under me. She gasped.

I placed my hands above her head on the head rest and tried to not put my weight on her. I leaned in and she shut her eyes, I was so close to kissing her when the door burst open.

"Oh good Lord! My eyes!" The intruder exclaimed. It was none other than my mother.

I groaned and stared down at Ariana who was already mortified.

"I'm so sorry for uh, interrupting your moment." She cleared her throat awkwardly although she had a smile on her face. She was definitely not sorry.

"Damien, I heard you had returned and I came to see you but it seems like you're busy..." She said in a suggestive tone. I said nothing but gave a small nod.

"I'll just leave you guys to it." She rushed out excitedly while I chuckled. Just when I thought she was gone.

"Make me some grandkids!" She exclaimed before slamming the door shut. I chuckled even deeper. My mother was one funny fellow.

Ariana looked like she wanted to sink into the bed at that moment and it amused me greatly.

"Damien, you can get off me now." She said quietly. I quirked an eyebrow, ready to tease her even further.

"And if I don't want to?" I said, rubbing my nose on her face as I did. She shivered and I smiled to myself, I loved the effect I had on her.

"You'll have me peeing on your bed then." She retorted. I smirked and rolled off her.

She dashed into the bathroom without delay. I smirked as I watched her luscious ass bounced as she ran. It was a beautiful sight that gave me a hard on.