Chapter 9 😋My girlfriend loves the drama😋

He stepped into the tub and groaned in exhaustion. His body needed this. He relaxed in the tub as the oils and water soothed his skin. His android was playing a new song that he didn't recognize but loving the female artist's incredible voice. In must have dozed off. A noise behind him made him jerk awake. Judith was knocking on the bathroom's transparent glass door, her eyes puffy. "What?" he mouthed, just asking to be certain he wanted her in this place right now. "Open the door" Judith mouthed back Damian grabbed the remote but did not open it.

He turned off the music and pointed at the door. "Go away." He said. She could hear him now, but still, she stood there, waiting. Sighing, he got out of the water and rolled a towel around his waist. She was watching him with those big puffy eyes. When he opened the door, and she pushed in, he stepped out. Judith sighed and followed him into the bedroom, "Can we talk about it now?" "Talk about what?" he said, giving her the cold shoulder. What was there to talk about? How did one even start such a conversation? Hey boo, I have some other girlfriend you don't know about. And last night, while you were busy throwing my things around, I had two more girls. Matter of fact, I slept over there? Surely, that would make for a great conversation. He opened his wardrobe to bring out a suit and was shocked at the sight that greeted him. Turning to Judith, he yelled, "Where the hell are my clothes?". This was one of the reasons he didn't bring any woman to his penthouse. He hated having anyone mess up with his things. Only a few had entered his home, and few had access to it when he wasn't around. Judith was one of those few. He was changing his locks today Judith didn't bother trying to look remorseful. It was his fault he had been in such a foul mood. She deserved an answer, not this attitude from him. "I was mad at you." she said "Look like you've done enough here, leave" he shouted at her. "The fvck is wrong with you" Judith screamed back, "You're supposed to be sorry, not shout at me like I'm some baby." "Seriously? Be sorry, for what?" "You cheated on me" she sniffed, "With that tiny little...." "Watch it, Jud. We weren't exclusive, were we?" he said to her, "And you seem pretty close with your gym instructor to get worked over with who I choose to sleep with." Judith stepped back. He knew about her gym instructor. It was probably why he did what he did. "My gym instructor was...." "A one-time deal? I get it" he shrugged. He wasn't the least bothered about what she did with her time and with who. This shit had gone on too long anyway. He didn't date any woman that long, anyway. "We're over, Jud." he said simply and walked out of the room. His actual wardrobe was in the adjourning room. Something Judith didn't know, as well as so many things about him. as he walked away, he could hear her cry and throw his things. Shaking his head, he grumbled, "She really should stop doing that". Adieu. By the time he was done dressing up, Judith was still in his room, crying. He took the other door and left the house. Shawn stood neatly dressed in his black suit and shades beside the car. He greeted him with a bow. Then he opened the back door, and step aside so he could get in. Damian stopped to look at his security detail. "Please get her out of my house. And change the locks today. The cleaning crew should come here today. Everything should be done smoothly." he informed him. "And I think I'll be staying in the villa for a while." "Okay, boss" Shawn said and closed the door firmly. He tapped the car, and the driver started the car. With the car leaving the penthouse, Damian watched as Judith came running after him. Shaking his head, he smiled. Women, so predictable. If Softie predicted Judith's behavioural pattern, he was confident she would say, JUDITH WILL KEEP COMING TO THE PENTHOUSE ALL WEEK. Laughing, he told his driver to speed it up, "I've got an appointment." The driver changed gear and was able to get him to the office a few minutes to 8.00 0'clock. Adjusting his tie, he walked into his office building and took the elevator to his floor. The instant he stepped out, his secretary left her seat and came to get his suitcase. "Good morning, sir." "Morning, Maria" she replied the secretary who looked spectacular in her mini skirt and white shirt. "Is my 8.00 o'clock here?" "Yes, she's waiting for you in the conference room, and so is everyone." "Okay" it was good that his staff where with the lady. It meant he had a few minutes to go through the file again quickly. The meeting was slated for 8 a.m., and that's when he intends to enter the conference room. He walked into his office as Maria opened the door and sat down on his desk. The file he needed was opened for him by Maria, and he dismissed her so he could go through it undisturbed. He suddenly remembered something and called his secretary back. "Sir?" Maria said, standing in front of his desk "Get a bouquet delivered to Ainsley Jones' office this morning. I want something impressive". "Okay, boss." she said and left. A few minutes later, he was walking confidently into the conference room. His staff stood to greet him, and he nodded at them. While they sit, he sat down and greeted the lady. "Good morning, Mrs. Smith" to everyone, he said, "Shall we begin?