Chapter 25
- Lilian was dumbfounded. Did he just leave her hanging? She huffed in anger and tried to put her shirt back on but her legs were still a bit shaky. She sat up and steadied herself; her legs felt a bit numb. After a while, she regained full composure. She wore her dress that was long enough to cover her bottom and picked up her panties from the floor. Damian had ripped it and it was useless now. She exhaled in suppressed anger and went to chuck her torn underwear in the bin. She walked upstairs to her. Something in her wanted to go to Damian's room, kick down his door, and give him a piece of her mind. She decided to be reasonable and go to her room instead. She had to go wash herself and probably wash the feeling of Damian's lips over her breast. He had long left her for his room but she could still feel his light touches over her nipples. She headed for the shower and let the cool water run over her and bring her back to full reality. She needed to control herself, she needed to avoid him, she needed to escape. Entanglements like this with him complicated things for her. She needed a clear mind to plan, or else everything would fall to pieces. She couldn't risk it. Behind those light-touched and impeccable sex drive was a sinister maniac and she couldn't forget it.
- Friday finally came and the whole house was as busy as a hive full of bees. Damian left for work early and had taken Lilian along with him. He wanted to inspect the hall for the event and make sure everything was perfect. The event was to be held on Saturday evening, so he made sure everything was ready ahead of time. Lilian was blown away by the grandeur of the place. It was hard to believe that the party was to be held in the hall of the building. It was just as splendid as the gala where Lilian met Damian. She looked around and admired the decorations but soon, something hit her back to her senses.
- "You're not here to admire, you here to know the available escape routes. So stop looking around like a three-year-old and get to work."