BALL HALL
DAMON'S POV:
It had been two months now since I last saw her. I walked into her room and was greeted with the emptiness of this room. I tried to forget everything about her, but each time I entered this room, I was always welcomed by her scent. And as much as I wanted her back here, I had to move on. I could order the servants to clean her room, but I didn't want to because I always wanted to have something that reminded me of her. I would have believed she was with Derek because he was always the one who had her if she wasn't with me, but then the doctor had confirmed her dead. It was too late for me to save her. Leo and Jessie had taken her away because I was too broken to even look at her lifeless body.
Each time I remembered that I would come here and kneel in front of her bed leaning on it just to perceive her scent. I never thought I would miss someone so much. I didn't know how much I'd fallen in love with her until I lost her. I missed her smile, her care and her listening ears. I missed her softness and her innocent looks. I missed her deceitful personality but what could I do now? She was gone and I couldn't bring her back. I never even told her how much I loved her because of how unsure I was about my feelings. I could still hear her giggles, and could still see the way she used to dress in front of me just to tease me. I didn't even know how sad I was till I felt a liquid roll down my eyes. I touched it. She brought out the human within me without even trying. And here I was, after betraying her trust. I'd never cried, not even for my parents. I turned and walked out of the room before shutting and locking the door.
"You can't still get your mind off her can you?" Leo asked me but I refused to say anything. I just wanted to be alone right now. Jessie came and stood beside him. I looked down at her belly and noticed her pregnancy was becoming more evident. Sometimes I wondered why they chose this time of all times to have a child. And then I was here, still thinking it could have been me and Elena. I walked towards the stairs, only to have Kassidy cling to my arm. I controlled the urge to roll my eyes. I might have brought her into this house, but we had nothing more than a fling. Either way, she kept throwing herself at me even when she knew she was a distraction. I looked down at her and released my hand from her hug before walking down the stairs.
"Antonio." She called and I snapped my head towards her.
"Don't you fucking call me that," I said with a death stare. Her eyes widened at my reaction, but I couldn't care any less. I continued down the stairs. Nobody had the right to call me that unless, of course, it was Elena. She only had that right, and now that she was gone, I wasn't going to be constantly reminded of her with people calling me by my surname, unless it was formal. I adjusted my suit because I was heading towards the ball prepared for me. The mafias were proud of me indeed, but I wasn't going because I was happy about what I did. I wasn't. I hated myself more and more every single day because of that reason and I couldn't excuse myself from my emotions. I couldn't control the painful emotions that kept introducing themselves as regret every single day. What could I do? I hated myself so much for being so careless. The mafia believed that I killed my wife and divorced her. Whereas they were just fake divorce papers. I would never divorce my wife. She was the only woman that kept me sane. She showed me the feeling part of myself and showed me that I could be a better man. Celebrating something like this was the worst part of my life.
Why was I even going? My heart was shattering into so many pieces with every step I took towards the car. Leo and the others followed from behind while I entered the vehicle. Once we were all settled, the drivers began the car and zoomed towards the party. On normal days I would be doing so much business on my phone and checking if there were any forms of embezzling or corruption. But these past few weeks I didn't care how the business went. I knew my manager would handle it well. I needed a break from it all. My eyes were shut as I leaned back trying to calm my emotions. Kassidy leaned towards me causing me to open my eyes. She looked curious as though she was trying to understand what was going on with me.
She had these siren eyes that every man would fall for and she was a stripper and a slut. That was why I had her with me anyway. She wasn't living with me by the way, she only came as my date to the ball. My interest in her was completely zero. I tried using her to get rid of Elena, but it certainly was mission impossible. I watched as her hair dropped to the side and I knew she was trying to look seductive, but she didn't. Her titties were on display. She was trying her best to please me but it wasn't working. My head was still wrapped around the fact that she wasn't Elena. Elena didn't have to do too much...hell she didn't have to do anything, I'd be all over her in a second. Perhaps it was because of how devilishly innocent she was. Or how her looks didn't match who she was. I looked away from Kassidy, she wasn't tempting at all. When she noticed my lack of response, she moved away. I sighed in relief. At least she wasn't one of those sluts who forced themselves on you.
Upon our arrival at the ball, we all stepped down from the vehicle onto the red carpet. Kassidy had my hand in mine as we walked into the ball. The mafias in black and white tuxedos and the ladies with different coloured outfits lit the ball with more colours. I had a lot of men greeting me with respect. There was no mafia more respected than the most heartless. We walked along the hallway till we got to the main hall. It was a masquerade ball of course, but I chose not to wear a mask. I looked around the ball, scanning every single thing inside it and I didn't even know why. Maybe because I thought I'd catch a glimpse of her but who was I kidding?
