Chapter Seventy three

I stayed in the bedroom from morning till evening, skipping lunch cause I was sulking and did not want to speak to Damien. Him on the other hand, had not come in even once.

I wondered what got him so worked up but after how he had reacted, I decided not to bother about him anymore. He could take care of himself.

I had been on my phone working as well as talking to Fiona who would not stop asking me about how the honeymoon was going. If only I could tell how boring and annoying it truly had been sitting at home all day instead of enjoying Bora Bora and all its goodness. This was not the vacation I signed up for.

I was in the middle of a call with my father when the door came open and Damien walked in with a deep frown evident on his face. I looked away from him and focused on the conversation with my father.

I laid on my belly, with my knees propped on the bed as my legs swung back and forth. I had my chin on my left palm while I spoke, laughing in between my sentences with my ever so humorous father.

The awkward clearing of throat from behind me caught my attention but I immediately shifted my focus back to what my father had to say concerning his cooking skills that were getting better by the day. He had been trying out a lot of things from YouTube and from the way he sounded, I could tell it was going really well for him.

"Ariana." Damien called out to me. I ignored him.

"So what happened?" I said into my phone amid a forced giggle as my father narrated one of his usual anecdotes.

"Ariana..." He drawled out again and once again I did not respond.

I felt my phone being taken out of my hand the next second. I gasped.

"Hello Mr Delaney. Yes. Very well, how are you? Of course. We just have some stuff to deal with right now..."

I sat up, listening to Damien's side of the conversation with a displeased frown etched on my face as a warning that I was in no mood for his nonsense.

"Alright, thank you." He finally concluded and ended the call.

"Can I have my phone now?" I rhetorically asked.

"Sure." He stretched it towards me.

I stretched out my hand to receive it but he held it back the next second.

"On second thought, I'd rather hold on to it for a while. We need to talk." He said, annoying me further.

"What do you want to talk about?" I rolled my eyes as I spoke.

He said nothing but crawled into the bed and sat next to me while I shifted away from him but he drew closer up until I was at the verge of falling off the king sized bed due to my continuous effort to get away from him.

He pulled me close to him but I tried shoving him away in response. Keyword - tried.

"What's wrong?" He asked like he did not remember doing anything to annoy me.

"Nothing." I muttered dismissively.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

"Yes." I said in a clipped tone, picking up my phone which he had left carelessly on the bed for me to pick up.

"Alright then." He shrugged casually. "I'd like us to discuss some stuff." He continued like he could not sense that my mood was off.

Why on earth would he assume everything was well just because I said it was. That was not what I meant. Ugh! This man is so annoying!

I raised my hand to stop him from speaking further.

"I'm in no mood to discuss. Can we talk about whatever this is about tommorow?" I uttered giving him a blank stare.

"Uhh sure." He said plainly while I looked away from him, settling in for an early sleep.

From the corner of my eye, I saw his jaw clench, a reaction that showed anger from his end but I couldn't care less.

***

He was absent throughout the next day and even when I waited up for him late into the night and asked where he was when he finally arrived, he did not respond. He slept off before I could probe further and I let him be.

***

The next day, I came awake and found that Damien was absent again, fueling my suspicions further.

"He's cheating on me." I concluded hurtfully. I did not even understand why the thought that he was seeing another woman tugged at my heart painfully. There was nothing between us besides the fact that he just admitted that he had feelings for me but for all l know that could have been a ploy to fool me.

I decided moping around the house when I could be enjoying my vacay was just wrong so I had the driver take me on a tour around the town. My abstract patterned maxi two piece outfit with sunglasses and a Chanel handbag sure attracted some attention and I wished I had worn something simpler. Oh well...

I had some great food and beautiful pictures to serve as sweet memories.

I had checked my phone several times but there wasn't even a text message from him. My heart sunk in disappointment each and every time but I always pushed the feeling aside and focused on enjoying my day.

I learnt a lot and ate as much. The people I met were really warm and receptive and the sights on the island just kept taking my breath away.

It had been a long day and I decided it was about time I got back to the beach house. It was pretty late already and I had been out since morning.

I almost slept off during the ride back but I kept it together by distracting myself with my phone until we arrived.

I pushed the sliding door aside and was welcomed by the sound of loud laughter from a female voice I did not recognize. I paused. The voice was talking animatedly then I heard Damien's deep rumbling chuckle then I froze on the spot.

"He's back?" I asked myself in a whisper. I checked the time and saw that it was half past six. He hadn't seen me all day and he did not care to ask about me and what's worse is that he brought his mistress here.

I thought of marching over to where they were at the porch overlooking the ocean but then I thought against it. I needed to freshen up after a long day, I did not need the extra stress at this point.

I marched up the stairs and freshened myself up. I don't know what got into my head but I suddenly thought it best to wear a sexy nightie to show Damien what he was missing but I decided against it again. I did not need to impress anyone.

"I am enough." I told myself.

I donned the red nightie anyway even after my little pep talk. I was not wearing it for Damien, not at all.

I let my hair down for it to be air dried. I walked over to the balcony of our bedroom and looked down hoping to catch a glimpse of them but there was no luck. Seemed like they were right underneath me chattering away.

I picked up my flip flops, slid my feet into them and tied my robe loosely around me and also showed a little cleavage. I ran my hands through my hair one more time before exiting the room.

I went over to the kitchen first and grabbed a bowl of blueberries before heading towards the beach side.

I slid the door with my left hand and pushed my head through, peeping at the two people whose attention I had caught.

I stared straight at Damien whose grey eyes got locked on mine with immediate effect. I looked away and was met with a similar pair of eyes that had me stepping back for a second. What in the world?

I walked further onto the porch and found myself waving a little awkwardly at both of them.

"Hey babe." Damien said and I turned my attention to him as he stood up and came to me.

Babe? Hmmm.

"Hey." I mumbled and turned to the woman seated comfortably, darting her eyes between both of us.

I looked up at Damien and questioned him with my eyes. He stared at me for a while then at the strange woman and back to me again.

He gestured for her to come closer and she stood up gracefully and was soon standing next to Damien.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder while he he placed his free palm on the small of my back. Then, he cleared his throat awkwardly and looked back and forth between us.

"Ariana?"

"Hmm." I answered absentmindedly whilst staring straight at the woman who seemed a little bit taller than I am and was staring right back at me.

"This is Amy." He said and then there was a long pause.

"My twin sister." He completed. I could have had a whiplash from the way I turned to him so quickly.

Say what now?