Chapter 5 He caught me masturbating

Ariana's POV

I stood there, shocked, as Damien smirked at me. I was speechless and it seemed I had been caught in that moment.

I felt so embarrassed by everything at that moment. I didn't know how to react. Gathering my strength, I intended to walk past him, ignoring his presence.

However, he had other plans as he swiftly moved to the door, blocking my path with a smirk that only widened.

"What the hell do you want?" I questioned, looking up at him.

"Oh, you know, all you could do is ask," he laughed, his gaze fixed on me.

Feigning ignorance, I looked at him, acting confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, as I stared at him, pretending to be confused about the whole situation.

He smiled at me as he began coming closer. I looked at his feet, wanting to avoid his face. I felt so embarrassed at the moment and I knew he wanted to see that on my face.

"Too bad," he said, and confusion crossed my face.

"Too bad I don't get to hit on it again after I'm done," he added with a smirk. My mouth opened in shock, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but before I could, my mother's voice rang out from behind him.

"Camila," she called. Damien shifted uncomfortably as my mother came into view.

"Mrs. Susan, sorry, Camilla and I were just getting to know each other," he explained with a strange smile directed at me.

Before my mother could respond, he said,

"Excuse me," and walked through the door and out of the room. I could see my mother glare at me. She stomped into the room, shutting the door behind her.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked angrily.

I rolled my eyes, dismissing her accusations.

"What, Mother? I wasn't doing anything wrong," I replied.

Her disgust was evident, as she glared at me.

"Don't think I'm a fool, Camilla. I knew you were trying to seduce him to sleep with you," she accused me immediately. I rolled my eyes at her, if only she knew how far we are by that, not that I am going to tell her.

"Then you assumed wrong. We were just having a random conversation," I replied, even though I knew I lied. We weren't having a normal conversation; it was just awkward, humiliating, and confusing.

"It doesn't seem that way to me. I know you, Camila. We are the same," she said as she smirked. I could feel myself get angry with each statement. How dare she tell me that I am like her. I was never like her, even if I loved having fun, I was not like her and would never be.

Angrily pointing my finger at her, I said, "Don't you dare say that to me. I am not like you and will never be like you, Mother," I replied angrily. She doesn't get to say that to me no matter what.

"Argue whatever you want, but sooner or later you will realize the truth. You're popular now, and beware whatever step you make will be watched by the world," she responded. With that, she turned and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

As soon as she departed, I stumbled to the bed. I think I was going to stay here for the rest of the flight. Soon I curled in as I fell asleep.

The next moment I was woken up was by the flight attendant.

"Hi ma'am, we have arrived at our destination," she said with a smile.

I woke up groggily, and as soon as I was out of the room, I could see the plane was empty already. Well, it seems like no one cared to wake me.

I descended the stairs of the plane, and when I got to the ground, I could see that this wasn't any airport but seemed like a private airport. There wasn't a crowd moving about, only a few staff.

As I descended the stairs further, my eyes fell on Damien, who seemed to lean on his car while pressing his phone. I looked around for any signs of my mother and I couldn't find her.

I could see the flight attendant coming right down. I turned to her and asked,

"Hi, have you seen my mother?"

"Oh miss, she left earlier with Mr. Brian, and I think I overheard Mr. Brian tell her you would be going with Damien," she replied with a smile and she bowed and left.

I would have to share the same breathing space with that jerk. With no other choice, I walked up to him, and as soon as he saw me, I couldn't tell if it was intentional, but he brought his phone to his ear and began making a call.

I stood next to him like a fool as he avoided looking at me. After what felt like years, he got off the call. Not waiting for me to say a word to him, he said,

"Nice of you to grace me with your presence, sleeping beauty," he said as he looked at me. I was shocked he had waited for me to wake up.

Just as I was about to reply, he took a step closer to me as he looked down on me. I honestly thought he was going to hug me, but he leaned down and whispered in my ear,

"I had made myself clear that I will not hit it again. Don't expect anything other than that," he said as he stood up and looked at me with a smirk. I watched him in shock.

Before I could give him a piece of my mind, he entered the vehicle next to him and zoomed off. I stood there shocked; it felt like I was abandoned. How was I going to get home when everyone had left? Where is home?.

As I stood there, a sleek car came and stopped by, and the driver rolled down his window.

"Hi miss, I have been instructed to take you back to the villa," he said, and I sighed in relief. I thought that the jerk had left me here.

Without saying a word, I got into the vehicle, and soon it started to move. I leaned back in my seat as I looked out the window.

I knew this was a new chapter in my life I had to endure, and my mother was right in one thing. I have gotten this opportunity to change my life for better or worse, and I would not make it go to waste.