Chapter 93

• Damian was alone in his room. He had skipped dinner and was on his bed thinking about Lilian. He didn't want Lilian to go to the wedding. He hated public events and he didn't want her to go all by herself. He knew that she just needed some time to cool off. She had come a long way from her old self. She would have gone anyway and would probably have thrown in some sour comments for extra flavor. He exhaled and was uneasy about leaving her home alone with Damian. He decided to post a guard close to the house to watch them and make sure that Sean didn't get up to any funny business with her. He had come a long way with Lilian and he didn't want anything to happen to her while he was away, especially with someone like Sean. Since he had come back, he had been rather cool, dangerously cool. He pretended not to notice him and Lilian leave and come in. He knew that he was up to something and he was going to stop him in his tracks before he even tried.
• He turned in his bed and felt the cold sheets. It was lonely without Lilian. He had never felt lonely before and now that he was feeling it, he hated every second of it. He began to imagine her sweet face looking at him and her voice in a gentle laugh as they shared a joke. He couldn't sleep. He got up and went through his laptop looking for something to do at least. He came across the mail that Camilla had sent and he read it again and chuckled to himself as he remembered what had happed when Camilla came around and the look on her face when he touched Lilian. A shudder went down the spine as he remembered the sensuality of it all. He wanted to feel Lilian close to him. For extra effect, the cold wind blew, taunting his loneliness. He groaned angrily and closed the window. He still kept looking for something to do but after thirty minutes of fruitless searching, he found nothing. He decided to do the next best thing. He went over to his wine cabinet and pour himself a shot glass of Tequila.
• He downed one gulp and leaned on the counter of his wine cabinet and slowly, the alcohol began to take its effects and it began to fill his tummy with a pleasant warmth. Soon he felt dizzy and he put the glass away and headed to bed. No sooner than his head touched the pillow, he slipped into a plain and dreamless sleep. The last word on his lips was 'Lilian' then a gentle snore ensued.