Not Until I Met Him
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Chapter 13 Thirteen img
Chapter 14 Fourteen img
Chapter 15 Fifteen img
Chapter 16 Sixteen img
Chapter 17 Seventeen img
Chapter 18 Eighteen img
Chapter 19 Nineteen img
Chapter 20 Twenty img
Chapter 21 Twenty-one img
Chapter 22 Twenty-two img
Chapter 23 Twenty-three img
Chapter 24 Twenty-four img
Chapter 25 Twenty-five img
Chapter 26 Twenty six img
Chapter 27 Twenty-seven img
Chapter 28 Twenty-eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty-nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
Chapter 31 Thirty-one img
Chapter 32 Thirty-two img
Chapter 33 Thirty-three img
Chapter 34 Thirty-four img
Chapter 35 Thirty-five img
Chapter 36 Thirty-six img
Chapter 37 Thirty-seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty-Eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty-nine img
Chapter 40 Fourty img
Chapter 41 Fourty-one img
Chapter 42 Fourty-two img
Chapter 43 Fourty-three img
Chapter 44 Fourty-four img
Chapter 45 Fourty-five img
Chapter 46 Fourty-six img
Chapter 47 Fourty-Seven img
Chapter 48 Fourty-Eight img
Chapter 49 Fourty-nine img
Chapter 50 Fifty img
Chapter 51 Fifty-One img
Chapter 52 Fifty-Two img
Chapter 53 Fifty-Three img
Chapter 54 Fifty-Four img
Chapter 55 Fifty-Five img
Chapter 56 Fifty-Six img
Chapter 57 Fifty-Seven img
Chapter 58 Fifty-Eight img
Chapter 59 Fifty-Nine img
Chapter 60 Sixty img
Chapter 61 Sixty-One img
Chapter 62 Sixty-Two img
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Chapter 10 Ten

DAMIEN

I slowly drove into my garage, packing by a spot. I tiredly got down from my car, picked my briefcase and headed towards the house. I typed in my code and went in. The house was as empty as usual and I'm sure Margaret must have gone home.

I didn't like the idea of having too much maids in my house and I even prefer cooking the food I eat, but I employed Margaret to mainly just clean the house and prepare food for me on days I was not chanced or to much in a hurry to do it myself.

I strolled to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water, downing the cold contents. I closed my eyes, basking in the relief the cold water brought to my being.

I turned around with the bottle in my hand and I saw someone standing directly in front of me. The sudden appearance startled me, causing the bottle of water slip from my hand and drop to the floor.

"I'm so sorry I startled you." She apologized immediately the water dropped from my hand.

I had completely forgotten I was now having another person in the house, that and her creepy sudden appearance made me startled. I sighed nodding my head.

"Try not to creep on people like that next time." I told her while cleaning the spilled water on the floor.

"You settled in?" I asked her as I sat on a kitchen stool. She nodded her head while sitting opposite of me.

"Why do you live alone? Isn't this house too big for you?"

Are women always this curious or this woman is just a curious cat?

"It's peaceful" I simply replied her.

"Oh I forgot. Give me your bank account details" I demanded as I whipped out my phone. She called the numbers to me and I wired her five hundred thousand dollars for a start.

I would have waited for the end of the first month of our fake marriage but I felt she might need to take care of somethings with her mum. I saw a smile come up her face and something that looked like tears gathering in her eyes when she got the alert.

"I'll send the remaining half by the end of the month. Do have a good night. And with that I left the kitchen to my room. I freshened up and it didn't take me too much time to fall asleep.

I squinted my eyes as the sun penetrated the dark curtains. I grabbed my phone, switching it on to see the time was 8:45am. Today was a Saturday so I didn't have to go work. I got up, brushed my teeth and took my bath.

I got dressed in black pants and white button up shirt, plucking out the first two buttons. I picked my phone and headed downstairs. My nose picked up the smell of bacon and eggs. Today was Saturday so Margret isn't supposed to be here on weekends. I walked into the kitchen and saw the red head making breakfast.

"Good morning" I greeted as she turned back from the stove

"Good morning Mr Blackwell. I just thought I should prepare breakfast" she replied me with a smile

"Damien"

"Huh?!" She questioned in ignorance

"Call me Damien" I told her. She was being too professional. She nodded her head, placing my breakfast before me. She placed hers on the table too and started eating. After a while we were both done, and she stood up to place the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Go get dressed. We are going shopping" I told her as I walked out towards the living room not giving her a chance to reply.

After almost an hour of waiting she came down dressed in blue ripped jeans, white crop top and white sneakers. She hung her black purse on her shoulder. She did look good in such simple clothing, but though, I kept my compliments to myself.

SCARLETT

After almost an hour of preparation, I went down to meet Damien. He got up from the sofa he was sitting on and led me out of the house.

We went towards what looked like a garage and my mouth was almost left open when we stepped into his garage. He had ten different cars in total, ten fancy looking fucking expensive cars. I swear his garage would feed five of my generations and we will still be fucking rich.

He Walked around looking side to side as if thinking on the one to take. He finally settled on a black Bugatti Veyron. We got in and he sped off. After a few minutes of driving, we came to a halt in front of this expensive looking boutique.

We came down and stepped into the boutique and immediately the workers sighted us, there was ruckus. I could see them running up and down and before I knew what was happening, every other shopper in that boutique was asked to wait outside until Damien was done.

This was the power of money. Damien started walking with me down the cloth racks , asking me to pick whatever I wanted. I think Damien noticed I was reluctant to actually pick any cloth because each cloth I touched just had an outrageous price. The price of a cloth in this store could pay my salary for a full year.

He then went ahead to pick whatever cloth I even spent as much as 3 seconds looking at. I decided the clothes were enough he then took me to the shoes section. I was scared to glance at a shoe for too long because he'll add it to my things.

After I was done picking shoes he did the same for bags. Everything we bought in that boutique was enough to open another mini boutique. I guess my walk-in closet would be filled now.

Soon we were in the car and driving home, or so I thought because the next place we pulled up was a fucking car dealership. We came down and went in. The owner of the place came to welcome us in.

"Pick a car" he told me without even looking at me.

"Huh!? I can't afford any car here"

" And who said you were paying for it" he replied casually.

"No I can't do that. It's too much and it's not even part of the contract" I said to him, whispering the last part.

"I'm not asking you I'm telling you to pick a new car"

I wanted to argue back but then my eyes landed on this car. My fucking dream car. Since the day I saw the display on the tv I dreamt about this car. A Toyota Sequoia Capstone!!

I stared at the car for good five seconds and that was all it took for Damien to pay for the car. They agreed to ship the car and after he gave them the address we drove back home.

We both packed the things we bought and we couldn't even pack all at once. With full hands he struggled to open the door and when we finally opened the door and stepped in we were stopped by a voice.

"Oh Damien, you left me waiting for hours!"

And who might this woman be?

            
            

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