Chapter Seventy four

"Twin sister?" I found myself asking in disbelief.

I set my bowl of grapes down on the table and kept my hands akimbo while both of them watched me closely.

"Are you cheating on me and trying to cover it up with a flimsy lie?" I questioned with a frown, staring straight at Damien who scowled at my statement.

"Why would I lie to you about something so sensitive?" He sounded really annoyed and my firm resolve shook a little bit.

"Where were you yesterday?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

"I went out." He gritted out.

"Where exactly were you?"

"Out." He stated nonchalantly.

We had a stare down that lasted for I don't know how long before Amy butted in.

"For goodness sake! Damien just tell her that you were with me." She groaned out, pinching on the bridge of her nose with a tired sigh and an eye roll.

"Well if she wants to believe that I'm cheating on her, why not let her do it?!" He raged and marched into the house, stunning me to silence.

I bashfully turned to the woman who was staring at the door Damien had just walked through.

"I'm so sorry about what you just had to see." I apologized, thoroughly ashamed for embarrassing myself in front of someone who was just seeing me for the first time.

"Oh it's alright. I understand perfectly." She said in a soothing voice. Phew.

I sighed and mouthed my thanks.

"I think you should go to him though." She suggested but I shook my head quickly. Going to Damien sounded scary at this point.

"He's intimidating like that, huh?" She asked and I nodded just as quickly as before.

She gave a humorless chuckle.

"He's changed a lot." She said more to herself than she did to me and she sounded somewhat sad.

I knew whatever she meant was something deeper than I could decipher and I was still trying to understand how Damien had a twin sister I never knew about. I had never seen her in any of their family pictures via the Internet neither in the albums Stella had me watch few weeks into my marriage.

She plopped down on the two seater couch and I soon sat next to her. We stayed there in silence, staring straight ahead, enjoying the cool evening breeze from the seaside.

"I've never heard of you from anyone." I said, turning to her.

"The story isn't mine to tell you. Damien's your husband, I'd rather he tells you what he deems alright for you to hear." She spoke, still staring straight ahead.

"Hmmm." I hummed.

"I think we started off on the wrong foot." I admitted and stretched my palm forward for a handshake.

"I'm Ariana Delaney." I introduced myself.

She took my hand in hers and with a faint smile she said;

"Amelia Kingston. Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure's mine." I answered with a grin.

Finally breaking the ice, we talked about random things for a while before heading into the house.

She was sleeping over so I led her to the other bedroom and left her to get ready for bed.

I stealthily walked over to our bedroom, hoping he was not in so I could avoid his piercing and overly intimidating gaze. I guess luck wasn't on my side because he was seated on the bed typing furiously on his laptop when I got in.

Instinctively, I adjusted my robe, tightening the knots before I nervously climbed into the bed and slid under the duvet, avoiding his eyes which were unfortunately not even looking in my direction.

I felt really guilty for accusing him like that and I really wanted to apologize but I was worried about his reaction.

I cleared my throat awkwardly and threw him an innocent glance but he did not even stare at me even for a moment.

"Damien..." I drew out slowly and he ignored me. Now I was the one being ignored. Nice one, karma.

"Babe?" I called out in a more sultry tone as I drew closer to him. I reached over and touched his chin, making him look at me. His eyes met mine briefly then he turned away and tried getting up.

"I'm sorry." I blurted out before he could get off the bed. He paused for a second but still wanted to leave and I followed, standing in his way.

"Please listen to me, I'm really sorry. I should not have said that to you and I really feel ashamed of myself for acting like that in front of your sister whom I've never met before. I messed up and I am truly sorry." I rambled sincerely with the most pleading expression I could muster.

He sighed. A really long sigh.

"Am I forgiven?" I inquired a little too eagerly and he glared. I clamped my mouth shut immediately.

He walked over to the bed and sat on it. I followed like a lost puppy.

"Damien?" I called out softly, while I reached out and pushed my hands through his soft hair and rubbed on his scalp. He gave a more relaxed sigh, obviously enjoying what my hands were doing. He pulled me close and held me in place with his palms placed on my wide hips.

"Why did you ask that question?" He asked me as he placed his head on my belly.

I knew exactly what he was talking about so I did not dare pretend to be oblivious.

"You were acting shady and I got suspicious." I said truthfully.

"I mean, this is our supposed honeymoon. We're supposed to be spending it together but you've been MIA for the most part." I pointed out and he looked up at me. I saw a flash of sadness in his eyes but it disappeared as suddenly as it had come.

"I'll be more present from now on." He promised and I smiled.

"Thank you." I said.

We were soon tucked in bed and I had my head on his chest while he wrapped his arms around me.

"Can I ask you something?"

My curiousity had gotten the better part of me and I just had to ask the question that had been boggling my mind.

"Go on." He urged.

"Have you ever cheated?"

As usual, he stayed quiet for a while.

"I have." He said quietly and reflexively I sat up to stare at him. The moon was the only light we had and it shone brightly on his face.

"When?" I asked.

"Before we got married." He said.

"On the jet?"

Now it was his turn to sit up. He had a surprised look on his usually blank face.

"How did you find out about that?" He questioned.

"I saw the used condom in the trash bin, the day I flew to Los Angeles. Who was it?"

I just wanted to know who it was, nothing more.

"A flight attendant." He said in a carefree manner and laid back down on the bed with his arms folded behind his head.

"What?!" I yelled with my eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"What? You thought I had some mistress who boarded the flight with me?"

"Yes, maybe."

"I don't have a mistress." He said firmly.

"Oh alright. Now this was before we got married, yeah?"

I had my elbow propped on the bed while facing him and he mirrored my actions.

"Yeah." He said.

"What about after we got married?" I prodded.

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Damien's POV;

I chuckled. I was nervous on the inside but I just had to cover it up. Why was I even nervous?

"Why are you asking so many questions?" I asked her, hoping she would just let it be.

"I just want to know." She shrugged.

I chuckled again.

"Well, no." I lied.

I could not tell her the truth cause I could not explain how it happened. It all still puzzled me and the fact that Aleena had not said or done anything yet, meant that the real storm was coming and I sure hoped Ariana and I would be able to handle it when it came. I knew it would hurt her a lot if she found out about it but I could not bring myself to ruin our honeymoon like that. I was worried about how she would feel if I had to tell her that I had an affair with my childhood best friend who's supposed to mean nothing to me while I was already married to her.

"Damien?" Ariana snapped her fingers in front of me in quick succession. I must have zoned out.

"Are you alright?" She asked a little concernedly.

"Yeah I'm good." I assured.

My eyes strayed over to her cleavage one more time and I almost said a prayer cause damn! This woman is too hot for her own good.

"Are you sure?" She squinted her eyes, surely scrutinizing me with her gaze.

"Yes." I rasped out. I leaned in and caressed her soft face with my right hand while she she shut her eyes.

I leaned closer and covered her lips with mine. I kissed her slowly and she responded in the same manner. I savored the taste of sweet grapes on her soft lips.

"You're so sexy." I huskily said in between our kisses. I loosened her robe and pulled her closer to me while she had her palms placed on my chest with one of her legs wrapped around my hip.

My lips trailed over to her neck and she moaned as I sucked and licked.

"Why do I feel like you wore this to seduce me?" I said huskily and she giggled.

"I did." She confessed.

"Oh really? Why is that?" I gave her a sly grin as my thumb rolled on her lower back.

"Well..." She dragged on while she blushed in obvious embarrassment.

"I came in and heard voices so I thought you were with your girlfriend or something, so, I wanted to show you what you were missing." She explained, shyly avoiding my eyes.

I laughed. One of the rare ones that hardly anyone got to see. Ariana's a funny one and she always amused me.

"Jealous huh?" I smirked.

"Maybe." She pouted before biting on her lower lip seductively.

She pulled my face to hers and we kissed briefly before a call came through via my phone.

I tried ignoring it but the person on the other end persisted.

"I think you should get that." She advised gently, sounding as disappointed as I felt.

I groaned in frustration but nonetheless picked the phone up. She giggled.

It was a work call and I had to take it. I begrudgingly detached myself from my wife and kissed her goodnight before leaving the room fully aware that she would be asleep by the time I got back.

My call lasted for nearly an hour and afterwards, I just sat still in the living room thinking of my next move.

Going back to Los Angeles, lots of things were surely going to change and to be truly honest, I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.

I thought about the fact that my long lost twin sister had been found after so many years and how the revelation of the truth was going to shake all of us-my mother especially- to the very core.

I thought about Ariana and wondered how she was going to take the truth surrounding our marriage. We were in a good place now but in as much as I hated to admit it, I was scared of how she was going to react. I was scared of how my feelings for her were growing stronger and what scared me more was the fact that she would most probably leave me when everything comes crashing down because her feelings surely weren't as strong as mine.

The question here is; when such happens, would I be willing to go after her or would I let her go?

I just had to wait and see.