ELENA
My main focus should be Octavia’s presence here, what it means for me and all that. Instead being the stupid and crazy person I am, I cared more about what transpired between Van and Damon. I’m certainly not blind, I can see the tension between them both. The rage in his eyes. What happened?
“Let’s go in.”
I lock our arms together surprising us both. I guess I needed to give him something to think about other than Van Mikeslson. I’ll worry about his wife later. I confirmed that they actually got married and still the bas***d won’t let me be.
ONE YEAR EARLIER
Looking back at my escape two years ago, I realise it was so worth it. All thanks to my Samaritan, I escaped from Van’s clutches. For the past two years I’ve been living in the shadow with little connection to the outside world. Strangely, I’m happy with just me.
I never forgot his last words and I think he’s right. I can’t run forever. I miss home. Sooner or later, I’ll have to go back. I want to go back. For now, I’ll just enjoy my deserved freedom from everyone else.
*PRESENT TIME*
I’ve had dreams of walking on the red carpet. I didn’t get to do it when I worked for Van. Now I do. I took slow steps with Damon as cameras flashed. Reporters and journalists dared to questions. Each of them wanting a word out of Damon.
“Smile and don’t respond.”
Due to our closeness, I can hear each word perfectly and his breath on my skin once again making me shudder. I can’t believe he’s having this much effect on me with just a kiss.
Finally, our contact is broken when we got to our table. I feel happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I fear I would make a fool out of myself being so close to him and sad because I can’t deny how much I loved it. I still craved being close to him.
“Umm what’s the function about?”
“A charity event I think. They’re usually boring. That’s why I took you along. I wouldn’t want to doze off. The reporters would have a field day.”
He jokes for the second time. This time, I don’t try to hide my amusement I roll my head back in laughter.
“Alright then Mr… What do you want to talk about?”
I lick my lower lips excitedly and for a strange reason, his eyes darkened.
We barely pay attention to what’s being said. I’m too caught up in getting to know Damon O’Cornner for the man he actually is beneath that angry, arrogant person. He’s actually charming. Really, really charming.
We’re suddenly interrupted by a waiter or something. He walks up to me and hands me a note.
Come outside, I want to talk to you, You know who.
It reads. Just when I thought the night wouldn’t go bad.
TBC
