Chapter 9

• *SARAH DUNCAN*
• He's sweaty, he looks like he just ran a marathon. I approached cautiously, afraid to touch him, but I wanted so much to feel that body in my hand. This man is so big he barely fits on this sofa, poor thing, he slept here all night.
• "Mr. Damian," I whispered, standing next to him, but he didn't even flinch.
• I reached my hand towards his broad chest, trembling like a leaf. I was scared, as if I were poking a sleeping lion, but I still approached.
• "What are you doing?" I startled when he grabbed my hand before I could touch him.
• "Nothing, I want to leave," I pulled my hand away from his grip.
• He jumped off the sofa, threw me a look and went into the bathroom. I sat where he slept and closed my eyes to breathe. Myheart raced wildly. I shouldn't have gotten so close or tried to touch him. What is this man going to think of me now?
• He didn't take long to come out of the bathroom in a hurry, buttoning up his shirt.
• "Let's go!" he approached the table, grabbed his gun and tucked it behind his back. I followed him, eager to get out of there, wanting to take a shower, to remove this clingy dress from my body, and most importantly, to say goodbye to my father and brother. They're returning to Italy today.
• Damian opened the door for me, the guys, henchmen, also entered. I stayed silent throughout the journey, while he did something on his laptop, probably commanding the arms smuggling.
• "Daddy!" I ran when I saw Arnold waiting at the gate.
• "Daughter, how was your night? Are you okay? Did you sleep well?"
• "I'm okay, father."
• "Mr. Damian, good morning! Did Sarah give you trouble?"
• "Good Arnold, can you go to my office?" DamiN said and hurried away. Louisa, who was arriving, turned back to accompany her husband.
• "Sarah Duncan, did you push him over the edge?"
• "I didn't do anything, Jonathan, I swear! He needs to take anger medication. He's like a wild hyena, always in a bad mood."
• "Man, are you calling Mr. Damian a wild hyena?" he laughed.
• "Show some respect, daughter. Don't let anyone hear that. I'll talk to Damian, and I want to talk to you too. Go in, have something to eat, and go to your office."
• "What are you going to talk about, father?"
• "You'll find out," we entered, my father wentto Damian's office.
• "Jonathan, what does dad want to talk about?"
• "He wants to cancel the marriage."
• "What?" I jumped for joy.
• "Don't get too excited, I'm sure he'll marry you to Matthew, but think about it, you'll live us in Italy, better than living on the other side of the country, right?"
• "I'll find a way not to marry Matthew, Jonathan. I'm happy just because my father wants to cancel. But... Damian will refuse."
• "And if he accepts?"
• "I'll come back with you today." I jumped for joy and hugged Jonathan, I'm so happy.
• "Nothing like one day after another. Can I know why you're happy?" Louisa suddenly appeared.
• "Yes, you can. My father wants to cancel the marriage agreement, Louisa"
• "Really?" she seems worried."It's true," Jonathan answered.
• "Damian will never accept, Sarah." I felt discouraged when I heard her say those words.
• "Take a quick shower and change your clothes so we can talk."
• I nodded and watched Louisa leave.
• "Go ahead, sis. Good luck!" Jonathan disappeared from my sight.
• I took a shower and put on a floral dress. I didn't eat anything, I don't even feel hungry, knowing that my destiny is being decided at this very moment. I went to the room where they were talking, there's a man outside.
• "I'm Arnold 's daughter," he opened the door for me.
• There are security guards even inside this house, a true prison.
• "Daddy," I ran and sat next to him. Damian alternated his gaze between me and Arnold. He seems less angry now, I would say... happy.
• "Why don't you like me?" I was lost, I didn't expect Sarah to ask me that right now.
• "I have nothing against you."
• "That's a lie." she stands up from the chair and holds onto the table.
• "You want to know?" I also stand up, she backs away.
• "You arrived yesterday and you've given me nothing but a headache. Always questioning everything I say, not respecting my orders. You're ill-mannered and I don't want to raise a second rebellious daughter, Jade already does that very well." I walk around the table and get closer to her.
• "It's a favor you're doing me, insolent girl."
• "DAD?" the fucker shouted, I had to get away from her in that same second.
• If she wants to leave, fuck it. It's one less problem, and I still won't risk having a child in love with me. Her eyes say a lot and I have enough experience to know when something is happening. She smells like a virgin nymph, crazy to be fucked. It's aheadache that can only be cured with surgery.
• To be continue.