EMMA DAMIAN 6

--Damian--

I couldn't get that damn woman out of my brain even though it had been two weeks since the charity dinner. I hadn't seen her in years, and it only took one night for all those memories to flood back.

My home, a two-story house just outside of Manila, was where I was. The area is surrounded by tall pines with emerald-green needles, and a lodge-style wooden house in a more quiet section of town, with the mountains looming in the distance.

I strode back and forth in the living room, drink in hand. The house was nice, one that I'd bought a few years back and had someone decorate for me. The furniture was sleek and futuristic, the décor was primarily contemporary art, and the surface was devoid of personal artifacts like family photos. The big fireplace was roaring with heat. I found myself mentally returning to the night of the gala as I sipped, mellow piano jazz music playing on the state-of-the-art speaker system.

I knew I needed to give her some breathing room. Not only had we run into each other for the first time in roughly seventeen years, but we were also planning to spend the weekend in Boracay together. And she'd made it abundantly plain that she didn't want to spend the weekend with me.

So, after changing back into my tux and chatting a bit, I'd tracked down Emma a little later in the evening. She was in the lobby, drinking a drink and speaking with her assistant, taking a break from the obligations of running the party.

And the narrow-eyed expression on her face as I approached left no doubt that she wasn't in the mood to talk to me.

“Anyway! " Hannah had stated earlier. "We can discuss this later." I'm sure you and Damian – sorry, Dr. Aquino – will have plenty to talk about on your upcoming trip."

Emma said, "Actually. I wasn't—"

"We'll get back to you later!" Hannah raced away, winking as she went. Emma and I were alone as she walked down the hall to the main event area.

She said, "All right. Can you tell me what you want?"

"That's a great approach to start a conversation with the guy you're going to spend the weekend with on Boracay Island."

With a shake of her head, she sighed. "Are you oblivious to what I'm saying?" We are unable to participate in the trip. You asked me to do you a favor and outbid Marian, so I did just that. There isn't a future step in the plan. You submit the ten thousand dollars to Carlos's charity, and the con is over. Marian isn't the wiser because you avoided her."

"All right, then you and I are going to Boracay for a weekend to celebrate."

"No-no-no," she said emphatically, shaking her head. "There's no way that's going to happen."

"Are you expecting me to go to Boracay on my own? What if I'm alone on the Club and get lost? ”

"Then you'll have to work things out like a big boy. Besides, I'm sure you'll be able to find enough of Marian types to keep you occupied for the evening."

Ouch. The woman knows how to get it into my system.

"Think about it: Zea worked very hard to prepare this trip, and she'd be crushed if it all went to nothing."

That seemed to have an effect, but it wasn't long-lasting. Her worry for her companion swiftly developed into a rage directed at me.

"Way to go, Damian. Zea is well aware of my feelings for you. She was present when everything happened. Don't try to persuade me to do it by bringing up my pregnant friend."

"Hey," I said, defending myself with my palms raised. "Whatever it takes to have you in my hotel suite."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" she inquired. "Do you really want to spend time in Boracay with me after all this time, after everything we've been through?" ”

"Of course I do," says the speaker. I know we have a history together, and I know how things ended between us. But that doesn't rule out the possibility of us becoming friends again."

"Way to go, Damian. Zea is well aware of my feelings for you. She was present when everything happened. Don't try to persuade me to do it by bringing up my pregnant friend."

"Hey," I said, defending myself with my palms raised. "Whatever it takes to have you in my hotel suite."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" she inquired. "Do you really want to spend time in Boracay with me after all this time, after everything we've been through?" ”

"Of course I do," says the speaker. I know we have a history together, and I know how things ended between us. But that doesn't rule out the possibility of us becoming friends again."

She couldn't think of anything else to say to me, so she turned and walked away, her heels fast clicking on the tiles. Her assistant came over to me as soon as she left.

"She's a difficult cookie, isn't she?" she inquired as we watched her walk away.

"You haven't seen anything yet."

"On top of that, she's as obstinate as they come."

"You're preaching to the choir over here, Hannah."

"So you'll need all the aid you can get if you want her to go."

"And then there was some."

"Then allow me to deliver it." She pulled a pen from a hidden pocket on her frock and scribbled something on her clipboard with a sneaky smile. "No one has her home number," she said as she ripped a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to me. "Trust that I just given you some top-secret information."

I took a few moments to consider it before folding the piece of paper in half and stuffing it inside my jacket pocket. "Thank you very much. But why are you assisting me in the first place? ”

"Because you give me a pleasant feeling, Dr. Aquino. And, while I have no idea what's going on between you and Emma, I can tell there's something going on."

Surprisingly, I raised my brows. “Really? What would that be, exactly? ”

"There's some significant unfinished business between the two of you," she smirked and walked away, but not before saying a few words to me over her shoulder. "It'll come in handy."

I tossed the remainder of my whiskey back into the bottle before making another. I went over to the dish on the side table at the door and took out the piece of paper after that was done.

The previous two weeks had been a test of self-control. I couldn't stop myself from entering that number into my phone and sending her a text message. But I had to wait; jumping the gun would be the worst thing I could have done.

I sat down on the couch with the paper in my hand and closed my eyes. My mind was filled with images of her. I was back at the gala, but our talk had taken a new turn this time. Instead of storming out, I'd managed to persuade her to go to the nearest coat room, which was nice and quiet and away from the rest of the party.

"This is such a stupid idea," she mumbled as I drew the green dress's straps down over her delicate shoulders, her breasts rising and falling with each exhilarating breath she took. "It's like the worst idea ever."

"Nah," I responded, yanking the top of her dress down to reveal the black lacey bra she was wearing underneath. "I believe this is the most brilliant idea any of us has had in a long time."

Her mouth opened and my tongue slipped between her lips as we kissed. She'd taste as sweet as she always has, there was no doubt in my mind.

"I'm in charge of the once-in-a-lifetime event out there," she whispered, pulling her lips away from mine as I pinched her breast under the cup of her bra. "And here I am, making out with Metro Manila's worst jerk in the blasted coat closet."

"Who's the biggest jerk in Metro Manila?" I inquired. "I mean, I understand it's quite large, but I'm not sure I'd call it the largest."

She gave me a sneer and called me a scumbag. But as I teased her n*pples through her bra, her face swiftly changed to one of wide-eyed delight.

She said, "Come on. I'm sorry, but I don't have time for foreplay."

"There's always time for teasing," I murmured, reaching under her dress's hem and squeezing the delicate skin of her thigh before placing my palm over her underwear. When I pressed down, she let out a sigh.

She exclaimed, "Oh my God. I'm sorry, but I can't take it any longer. I'm in desperate need of it."

"What do you need?"

Emma retaliated by reaching into my slacks and gripping my c*ck. This, you dunderhead."

I burst out laughing. "Then everything is yours."

“Finally, you said something that doesn’t make me want to punch you in the face.”

She reached down and wrapped her hand around my c*ck after opening my belt and zipper.

"Right now," she stated. "Fvck me, Damian. Like you used to, fvck me."

I opened my eyes after hearing a thunderclap. I was still sat on the couch when I returned home. But I had the hardest on of them all. I sighed, realizing that I should've known better, that I should've known what would happen if I gave in to my fantasies of a sizzling rendezvous with the woman I couldn't get enough of.

The moment has come to make the call. I entered the number into my phone and dialed after another sip of whiskey. The first ring was followed by another, and then another. I was scared she wouldn't pick up or that she was screening her calls for a moment.

"Sy Events," he says. Our dedication to providing you the celebration of a lifetime is unwavering. Hello, my name is Emma Sy, and I'd want to see how I can assist you. ”

"That's a cute motto," I remarked.

After that, there was a long lull. "Please don't tell me this is the person I believe it to be."

"Wow, that's an interesting way to approach the guy who's about to drive you to Boracay."

I guffawed as she moaned exasperatedly. "Damian, I warned you...wait, how did you get this number in the first place?" Instead of giving me a chance to react, she screamed Hannah's name. Emma didn't have to tell me who the laugh belonged to because it was in the background.

After then, there was a sigh. "Are you sure you're not going to give up?" ”

"Hey, I called you two weeks ago. Doesn't that sound like something a man who readily gives up would do? ”

"I suppose not. But truly, Damian, I was delighted to help you get out of that bind with Marian. You know how much I despise that scumbag. However, I am unable to accompany you to Boracay. I have a big event coming up, and—"

"No, you don't!" In the background, Hannah yelled.

“Hannah! ”

I burst out laughing. "It appears you have a saboteur on your hands."

"It appears that you are correct. God, she won't stop talking about how important it is for me to take this vacation."

"Perhaps she's right?" And what did Zea have to say about it? ”

"How do you feel about it?" She's very supportive of my position. "It's always been."

"Do you honestly believe that refusing to accompany me is the best decision?"

Another sigh, this time from a woman who had accepted that she would have to make a decision she didn't like. "Give me some time to think about it."

"I don't mean to put you under any duress, Emmie, but there isn't a lot of time to contemplate." It's Thursday, and the plane leaves early Saturday."

"That means I'll have an entire day to think about it."

"I've come up with a better plan – send me your address." I'll come pick you up, and if something comes up and you can't make it, just text me and we'll cancel. Otherwise, I'll arrive on Saturday 9 a.m.. ”

"Wow," she exclaimed. "I'm beginning to believe that being a doctor isn't your actual calling. You have the tenacity to be a great salesperson."

“Maybe. But you've seen me in scrubs, and you know how good I look."

A dry laugh escaped her lips. "Can you please give me until tomorrow" I need to rearrange my schedule, among other things."

"All right, noon time tomorrow."

"Whatever time I feel like tomorrow, Damian,"

I felt unsatisfied after she hung up, wishing I'd been able to persuade her to attend. I didn't have a lot of time to consider it. My phone rang, but the number was not one I had saved in my contacts.

“Dr. Aquino, Damian."

"What's up, Damian? Dr. Aquino, perhaps? Hannah here, Emma's assistant," she said softly, as if trying to conceal the fact that she was phoning.

"Hello, Hannah. What's going on? ”

"I just called to inform you that I'm providing you her address so you can take her up on Saturday. And I'll make sure she doesn't add anything to her weekend agenda at the last minute."

I burst out laughing. "Are you joking?"

“Dr. Aquino—”

"Please call me, Damian."

"Damian, I've never seen anyone work harder in my life than this woman." She's insane! And, as much as she despises admitting it, she needs a holiday. So you're going on a date with her. Is that clear? ”

"I got it," I responded, a grin on my face.

"What's up, Hannah?"

Emma's voice could be heard in the background. "To whom are you speaking?"

"All right," she said. "Now, I am going to hang up. I'll send you a text, and then I'll take care of the rest. Just show up on Saturday morning, okay? ”

"I'll be there," he said. “And best of luck."

"Oh, don't worry about me," Hannah said as the connection went dead.

Emma's address was included in the text a few moments later. I smiled as I jiggled the phone in my hand. I was looking forward to a memorable weekend.