CHAPTER 74

Lisa's POV

I sigh when I awaken and wonder why my body is aching and in agony all over. When it clicks in my thoughts, I shift on the bed, sending my hand shooting to the area next to me.

I had sexual relations.

Damien is with us.

Romeo not.

presently in Verona.

My eyes widen as the images of the intense sex from last night flash through my mind. I can still see myself writhing under him, groaning and shrieking with delight.

What did I do? How is Damien doing?

I sit up suddenly, scanning the room to confirm that I am the only one there and that my clothes are put away. Except for the blanket that is wrapped over me when I sit up, I am absolutely nude.

Before I could get out of bed to investigate the situation, I heard a knock on the door and then the sound of water running in the bathroom.

As soon as the bathroom door opens, Damien emerges from the room wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He strolls to the door without pausing to look at me.

I'm simply sitting there, gaping, wondering what occurred and why I let it happen.

I'm shocked to have just given up my virginity as well.

He holds out something to the guy at the door as he opens it, and he accepts it before shutting the door once again.

We then look at each other as he turns around.

When I look at what he is carrying, I see that it is our old bedspread from the previous night. I quickly glance down and see that the bedspread is missing.

What took place?

I turn my attention back to Damien. He is likewise observing me while keeping his distance from the door and being silent.

He is silent; why? Does he also regret it? Is he once again as icy as before?

At the time, he doesn't seem chilly. It dawns on me that all I can read in his countenance is amusement.

I'm a virgin.

Blood.

He removed the cover while I was sleeping and asked for it to be cleaned so he could replace it this morning. The bedspread must have been discolored by the blood.

Dear God!

My face is filled with embarrassment, and I turn away. He suddenly bursts out laughing, and I turn my head to look back in his direction.

Before I can say anything, he turns back and says, "Good morning." He kneels on the floor, throws the cover on the bed, and grabs my hand.

I'm still trying to process everything. The fact that Damien is behaving so adorably romantic toward me after what we did last night shocks me to my very core.

I eventually raise my voice, albeit it is a whisper, and say, "Good morning."

"How was your night?" I asked. I yearn for a thousand evenings with him when he asks. He is giving me the most gorgeous eyes, and I feel like the most beautiful lady in the world.

I reassured him that "it was okay" in the hopes that he wouldn't bring up the sex or the bedding. If he does that, I could pass out from shame.

He smiles as I lower my head to avoid his eyes, kisses the back of my hand, and then sits down next to me on the bed.

We sit here in quiet as he embraces me to himself. My mind is racing with ideas. What's going on is beyond my comprehension. I find it difficult to comprehend what has transpired between us.

It feels dreamlike.

He says in a silly tone, "I want you to stop seeing that bunny guy," and despite my discomfort, I find myself laughing.

He clarifies, "I'm serious", as a result of my laughing.

I free myself from Damien's grip after remembering that I had to see Romeo tonight to respond to his plea.

Actually, Romeo and I need to meet tonight.

"What? No!" He grabs my head and shakes his head in disagreement.

As quietly as I can, I blurt out, "Damien, he asked me out." "He asked me out last night, and he wants an answer tonight."

The news seems to have upset him, and he slowly draws away while maintaining a contemplative expression.

What was your response? He asks without turning to face me.

I silently shrug without saying anything.

Do you want to take him in? He now turns to face me and gives me a difficult look.

I again shrug.

We need to chat a lot, Damien and I. When we aren't even real, we behave as if this is a regular occurrence between us, even though it can't possibly happen.

We not only violated the terms of the agreement, but we also went too far.

The question "You love him?" His inquiry nearly makes me chuckle. He seems to believe that my shrugging is a response to his query.

"No."

"Then…"

To prevent him from rambling on and on about Romeo and how he and I can never be together, I find myself pressing closer to his lips.

Even though I don't know what the future holds for us, I will always choose Damien above any guy. Knowing that I don't like Romeo as much as I do Damien tells it everything.

He takes my head hard and kisses me longer while chuckling to himself. I left after two minutes.

"Enough." I struggle to get out of bed as the pain in my heavenly abode gives me the willies.

He uses his hand to halt me. "You need to tell him everything tonight. Inform him that you are married.

I see him being too careful and wonder why the contract is no longer on his mind. Were we not going to discuss the contract? Will we just pretend that this isn't normal?

The question "Will you?"

I nod, suddenly unable to speak. "I will."

I said, "Thank you."

I nod once more.

"I'd want for us to go see Alejandro. He has been babbling nonstop about the woman he is now seeing and wants to marry.

"Ashley?"

Do you know her?

I sigh and nod. When we arrived at the property, I overheard him chatting to her and turned into Romeo.

He growls at me, "Don't talk about that bunny guy of yours," and I giggle, flinging my head back. He joins me and leans in for a forehead kiss.

He doesn't turn away right away; instead, as my eyes involuntarily shut, he moves his lips gently toward my nose. In anticipation of my opening my lips, he starts to trace kisses all over me.

His lips don't touch mine for what seems like an eternity, but it doesn't take me long to pull him closer and again let my back strike the bed.

He exposes my breasts by shaking his head into the blanket and dragging it down; he then instantly assaults both of them with his lips and his fingers.

He straddles me and his chilly hands pinch and squeeze my left breast, causing me to gasp.

I'm aware of what is going to occur once again. The first sex was just 10 hours ago. I desire this even if I'm hurting.

It will be quite challenging to resume abiding by the terms of the contract if this occurs. I'd want that not to occur. I no longer want us to abide by the agreement. I don't want Damien to revert to his previous icy and erratic behavior.

I'm game for anything if this is what it takes.