CHAPTER 70

Damien's POV

It was difficult for me to contain my fury as I saw the youngster, who had the appearance of a rabbit, pecking my wife on the forehead after embracing her little frame.

I refrained from interfering since I was curious about Lisa's response, but she fucking permitted him.

She gave him access to her body, and I was fucking furious about it. I ran out of patience.

He was pushed away by her, and she told him to go.

When Lisa eventually glances up to meet my concentrated stare, Lisa and I stand there observing one other intently.

She chuckles awkwardly and queries. How was your travel?

I glance down instead of reprimanding her for what she just did. I won't go to that extent for you. I wish I could express my rage, but I can't.

Whereabouts of your hotel? I ask firmly while cocking my head.

Although I am aware that this is her hotel, I want to kindly remind her to welcome guests into your home. I know the hotel's name because Alejandro informed me.

I have previously visited at a two-day business conference.

"Oh, OK. She says, "Let's go," and I follow in her wake. The driver follows the driver as he exits the vehicle to get my bag.

After a moment of walking, we reach the lobby, where Lisa proposes that we use the elevator to her level. The elevator driver and I both enter the elevator.

Thank goodness Alejandro didn't accompany me. Is this how he would have seen a total stranger kissing my wife if he had accompanied me here?

After moving for a minute, the elevator stops, and the door dings open. I wait for her to lead the way outside with my hands in my pocket before I follow.

The third room in line is hers. She shakily unlocks the door and leaves it open for me to enter.

She enters first, and I do likewise. The driver drops the bag, which Lisa picks up right away.

I nod at him, and he bows and walks away.

I slump onto a sofa that is next to the bed out of fatigue after the flight. I was unable to get any rest that night. I kept considering what I would do in Italy and if it would be appropriate for me to just show up there after she had been here for a week.

I don't regret coming now that I'm here and have visited this place with that person. It was the correct decision to come here.

"Are you worn out? Do you want me to get you breakfast from downstairs?

I lift my head and look directly at her face. She bites lightly on her bottom lip as she clasps her hands behind her, avoiding my eyes.

I haven't seen this face in a week, and it's freaked me out that another guy has been viewing it and pecking her all over.

This behavior by Lisa is unfathomable to me. I feel defrauded. She seems to be having an affair with me.

After all, this is the whole point of being here, so I don't believe she's to blame, but I had high hopes for her.

First of all, she did it in plain sight of everyone. Second, our marriage is still intact, and our contract will end in a few more months. Then she would be liberated. She doesn't have to leave this charade right now. As much as she is, I am also sick of it.

"Damien, I really apologize."

"Why are you saying sorry?" She gulps heavily as I cut her off before turning to face me once again.

I look at her clothing. She just has on her pajamas and a flip-flop. I want to yell at her once more since I can see her figure in the worn.

"Who was the guy?" you asked. I inquire quietly while supporting my jaw with my arms.

She raises an eyebrow while fidgeting. He is only a buddy.

"Just a friend?" you ask. With furrowed brows, I question her.

She answers with a nod, "Yes." He's merely a buddy of mine.

"Romeo?" I scowl. So this is the same man that had her laughing so loudly the night before? He's not attractive. What about him appeals to you?

I look away from it as she says "Yes" while biting her lips more firmly. She acts in a manner that makes me consider foolish ideas.

"I apologize,"

I scream, leaping to my feet and frightening her, "Stop apologizing." "Don't you dare say sorry to me one more? You were acting responsibly when you gave him access to your body, unlike other people. I digress.

She promptly lets out a sob. Damien, he didn't have access to my body. She yells. What do you think I'm good for?

She won't be crying because of me.

Why even am I here? My mind is confused as I question myself.

He is only my pal. There was nothing more to it than a nice gesture. How could you address me in such a manner? Her tears and guilt pull at my heart, forcing me to comfort her by holding her hand.

I didn't intend to bring her to tears. I'm really frustrated with everything.

Stop making me feel awful about myself, Lisa. I remark gently, "You were practically cheating on me," and I reach out to touch her, but she recoils.

I'm not being unfaithful to you! I didn't cheat, even if I did kiss him or engage in sexual activity with him. Remember that we are not real.

Although that reminder echoes in my ears, I'm going to ignore it.

Lisa is now yelling at me for the first time. Is this the result of merely seeing her because I miss her?

"I was mistaken to believe that you had changed. I keep saying to people, "You're not who I thought you were.

"People like your friend Juliet and your grandmother, to whom you complained a lot about me?"

She sheds a tear, and she blinks. She promptly wipes it off with the back of her arm.

She attempts to move by me but I quickly grab her and catch her saying, "I think it will be better if you secure another room for yourself." "Release me. Stop making me feel as if I don't have any authority to decide for myself. I have the freedom to choose what to do with my life.

Making choices like going out with that bunny-looking broke ass?

"Yes!" She yells. "If we both love one other, then absolutely. I don't f***ing care whether he is a poor ass or a wealthy arrogant ass like you!"

My jaw drops.

She insults me in addition to defending him.

My lips are shut as I swallow the insult whole, feeling more and more guilty. I wasn't intending to be here for this, but I simply couldn't control my rage. She needs to understand that what she did was improper and in violation of our contract.

"Why even give a damn about who I end up falling in love with? She screams in my face, "You shouldn't be troubled; I mean nothing to you; I'm just a thing to be used for a year and thrown away.

"Used?"

Yes, you are using me, right? You are forcing me to do a variety of tasks.

I respond, "You got paid, Lisa," with a sense of dissatisfaction at the abrupt shift in subject. I had no idea she would bring up the subject of how little I gave her in comparison to my mother's.

Has she already considered accepting my mother's offer?

She moves her hands, but I'm holding her tighter. "Listen, Lisa," I said.

She shakes her head and says, "No," more tears streaming from her eyes. "Please let me go."

"Hear me out!"

"I won't!" Why shouldn't I date someone nice and understanding like Romeo when I can't even be with a guy who shouts at me? Let me be because you are selfish.

"What?!" I become irritated the more she makes comparisons between myself and that person.

"Why shouldn't I find someone else I can be with once you are done using me? You don't love me, and I don't either.

I agree, but I'm not employing her. She is important to me, and I am worried for her security. I will not be present if I am not. I'll still be in New York and should be finishing off some significant business by noon.

I abandoned everything to come here for a week.

Wow! My mistake!

I let go of her hand, feeling pitiful, anticipating her to enter what seemed to be a dining area in the next room. I wonder why she chose this location rather than one with only one room because the two rooms are linked.

Romeo, did you ever spend the night together?

She is still standing and looking at me with tears in her eyes when I blink.

Saying "I'm sorry."

Saying "I'm sorry." At the same time, we say.

She lets out another sob, and I enfold her in my arms.

She continues to apologize in spite of everything. I should be the one expressing regret. I've hurt her more than I've helped. I've harmed myself more.

In addition to calling her a whore, I also accused her of cheating even though it is clear that she does not share my opinion of the man. Her hands were at her side as he gave her a peck; this cannot be what a lady who admires a guy who is giving her such affection should expect.

She hasn't likely yet developed feelings for him.

But it's possible that she'll end up loving him. I shouldn't let it happen since he wouldn't be good for her.

Lisa is a wonderful lady. I shouldn't let her fall for that idiot who looks like a bunny's trap.

As soon as she lets go of the embrace, our eyes meet. Unconsciously, she chews her bottom lip once again as my gaze goes to her lips.

I carelessly press my lips on hers.