Chapter 4 III

HOURS HAD PASSED AND FINALLY, WE LANDED AT OUR DESTINATION.

I was only able to sleep for an hour or two. Ever since what happened between Damon and me last night, he hadn't left my side. We had crossed five countries while doing "that." So basically, we managed to make out for five countries straight in just one night.

And now, I felt swollen all over. I was weak and I could barely get out of bed in the private jet. If Damon hadn't threatened to carry me out, I wouldn't have forced myself to get up and move.

"Paulson will be taking you to an apartment where you can stay and rest. If you need anything, just call him and he'll oblige," Damon said as he got into the car. The "Paulson" he was referring to was the pilot of the private jet earlier and now the driver of the car we were in.

"W-Why? Are you going somewhere-"

"I just have a few things to take care of. I'll be back soon," he said, interrupting me before I could speak further.

I had no choice but to nod. After that, he hurried to get out of the car.

"W-Wait," I stopped him. I even reached for his hand to prevent him from leaving. "A-Aren't you going to come home with me? I-I mean-"

"No, I'm not. Paulson will take care of everything. Don't worry, you can trust him," Damon said in a hurry. He even turned to Paulson, who nodded at him.

I couldn't do anything when he finally got out of the car and walked away. I saw him get into another car, black in color, before it sped away. It seemed like Paulson did it on purpose because as soon as the car Damon got into left, he started the car I was in.

Damon Ignaci, who really are you? Why do I feel like there's something off about you?

As I thought, a plan formed in my mind. And it made me smile.

"Damon Ignaci, Damon Ignaci. Don't you dare underestimate me. You may think that I'm just one of those "ordinary" women out there. But that's where you're wrong. You don't know what I'm capable of doing. So, you better watch out."

***

WHEN I GOT TO THE APARTMENT DAMON HAD MENTIONED, THE FIRST THING I DID WAS TO DIAL A CERTAIN NUMBER.

I was so stupid for not thinking that I was out of the country and the network reception was different there. So instead, I logged in to one of my social media accounts and called Kyree from there. He's my gay assistant. And now that I was suddenly out of the country and didn't know when I'd be back, I had to call him to put him in charge of everything while I was gone.

"Hello-"

"Hello, Madam Winter?! Madam Winter!" he exclaimed on the other line, sounding like he was about to cry. "Madam! Madam, thank goodness you called! We've been freaking out and worried sick about you because you haven't been back yet! You've never been late or absent without notice!"

I just shook my head and moved the cell phone away from my ear because if I didn't, I'd probably go deaf from the loudness of his voice.

"I'm just out doing some business, okay? It was sudden so I couldn't tell you. Anyways, I don't know how long I'll be here. While I'm gone, I'm counting on you to handle everything there properly. You'll get a special bonus from me if you do the job well," I said seriously.

"What?! Madam, I want a bonus, but not like this! I can't, okay?! I don't know, Madam, how I'm going to handle the commotion here at the company right now!"

My brow furrowed involuntarily at his words.

"Commotion? What commotion are you talking about?"

"Well, Madam, everyone's talking about how Damon Ignaci is supposedly in the country! Isn't he super hyped right now? And you're the one who said you wanted to feature him in our next issues? This is once in a lifetime, Madam! So everyone's freaking out about how they can get a chance to talk to Damon Ignaci to ask if he'd be willing to be featured. You're the one they were hoping could get close to Sir Ignaci! But you're not here either. So what now? What are we gonna do?"

I rubbed my temples at what he said. I don't know, my head suddenly started to ache and my blood boiled at Kyree's words.

"Who the hell made the news that Damon Ignaci is still in the Philippines?" I asked. I was trying my best to sound as calm as possible. Even though I really wanted to explode in anger.

"I don't know-"

"Someone in the company. Who among you made a news about Damon Ignaci being still in the country?" I interrupted him.

"It was... Wyna, Madam," he hesitantly answered.

"Wyna. The one on the sports department Wyna?"

"Y-Yes, Madam."

I took a deep breath.

"Well, tell her that she's spreading fake news. And also, tell her to make use of her remaining time there. Because when I get back, she'll be fired. On the dot. Do you understand?" I said with authority.

Kyree took a long time to answer. "Y-Yes, Madam. B-But what about Damon Ignaci-"

"Don't even think about it. We'll have that interview with Damon Ignaci sooner rather than later. For the meantime, you're in charge here. And when I come back, you'll get your special bonus right away."

I didn't wait for him to answer. I immediately ended the call and sat down on the edge of the bed, annoyed.

"Well, Madam, everyone's talking about how Damon Ignaci is supposedly in the country! Isn't he super hyped right now? And you're the one who said you wanted to feature him in our next issues? This is once in a lifetime, Madam! So everyone's freaking out about how they can get a chance to talk to Damon Ignaci to ask if he'd be willing to be featured. You're the one they were hoping could get close to Sir Ignaci! But you're not here either. So what now? What are we gonna do?"

I smiled at the thought. Yes, Kyree was right. Damon Ignaci was super hyped right now, not just on social media but also in mass media. Aside from being the Italy's richest's only heir, he's also known for his majestic and ever-luxurious lifestyle. He's also known as... well, a chick magnet and a womanizer. He supposedly doesn't take any woman seriously, but despite all those issues, many people are still interested in him. Many printed media outlets have already made him their content and made money off of him, but all of them faced backlash after it was proven that all their articles were fake and released without Damon's permission.

That was why I grew interested in him.

I was deep in thought when I was interrupted by loud knocks on the door of the room I was in. I'm certain it was Paulson. I had asked him earlier to buy me something to eat from outside. I requested Filipino cuisine. I know it's hard, but so what? I just wanted to test if what Damon said was true. That no matter what I asked of his driver, he would oblige.

"Come in!" I said loudly and sat up straight on the bed.

The door flew open and as expected, it was Paulson. But instead of food packs, he was carrying a large white box. It even had a white ribbon on it. Just a different shade.

"This package arrived from Sir Damon. He said there's a note inside for you to read," Paulson said. "Where should I put it?"

I silently pointed to the bed, indicating that he should put the box there.

"Now, where's my food-"

"Sir Damon's personal chef is cooking something for you in the kitchen. It's so hard to find Filipino cuisine, that's why he asked me to just call his personal chef and cook for you."

Personal chef? He has a personal chef here, knowing that he's not really from here?

Well, what else should I expect? He's the only heir of the Italy's richest personality.

Paulson left immediately after I told him I didn't have any other requests. And once he left, my gaze turned to the huge, white box. Filled with curiosity, I took it and carefully removed the ribbon tied to the cover. After that, I slowly removed the box's cover.

But after seeing the things inside the box, my jaw instantly dropped. It contained a white dress. The dress had some sparkly details, making it look simple yet elegant at the same time. It also came with white high-heeled sandals, a makeup set, and perfume.

When I picked up the dress, I only noticed the note that came with it. The small piece of paper fell, so I had to pick it up before I could read it properly.

"Our wedding's set later at 5. Wear this dress and be the prettiest you. Will fetch you later before 4:30. See you, My Soirye."

~Damon Ignaci