Chapter 4 Who Are You

Three days later.

So far so good. Damon was amazing to me and had treated me with nothing but love and respect since we'd been here together. There's basically nothing he did without making sure I was okay with it.

On our third night in, we decided to go out to the downstairs club to have a little fun. I picked a simple black dress that clung to my hips and black heels, but even with that, Damon couldn't keep his eyes off me. It excited and scared me at the same time.

We walked to the bar and took a

"She looks familiar, doesn't she?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking" I said, nodding vigorously.

He looked at her again and nodded his head. "I remember now, she looks like that girl we took home with us on our first anniversary. Do you remember?"

"Of course I do, how could I forget?" I asked, laughing.

He looked at me tenderly, then reached out to remove a strand of hair and tuck it behind my ear.

"Should we go upstairs?" he said in a low voice.

"No! "No!" My head was screaming at me. I tried to think of something I could say, a good excuse, but nothing seemed appropriate. In a normal sense I was supposed to be eager to spend the night with him, but nothing about this was normal.

"Okay..." I finally spoke. Standing slowly, I reached for my purse and hung it around my shoulders. He linked his hand with mine and we left the club. With each step we took, I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. This wasn't part of the plan, not in any way.

As we unlocked the door and got in, he pulled me close and started trailing kisses up and down my neck, while his free hand tried to free the straps of my gown. He kissed me again, this time on the lips and even though I actually wanted him, I knew it was wrong.

"Stop" I said weakly. He didn't seem to hear me, and he continued to kiss me.

"Damon stop" I said again, louder this time. He stopped immediately. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, his eyes full of concern.

"No, no you didn't" I said, looking away from him.

"So what's the problem, Blaire". He asked me to grab my hands.

I took a deep breath.

"The problem is I'm not Blaire!" I shouted. There, I said it.

He looked at me with eyes filled with confusion.

"I don't understand, you're not Blaire? "What does that even mean?" he asked.

"It means I'm not okay! I'M NOT BLAIRE! I spelled it out again.

"If you're not Blaire, then who are you? And where is the "real" Blaire? He asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"I don't know where she is okay? "I'm her sister, her twin." I told him, then I told him what happened starting from when I first got Mum's text up till now.

He was quiet for a very long time. I was beginning to get scared.

"So she just left?" he finally said. "After everything? For over a year, we'd been together, and she ran away with another man on the day of the wedding. "Who the fuck does that?" he thundered.

I took a step back.

"And you..." he turned to face me.

"Do you realize I could have you arrested for defamation? "Do you realize what you did was a crime?" He asked me, looking at me head to toe.

I kept quiet and kept my eyes on the floor.

"I can't fucking deal with this" he said, grabbing his phone. He went out of the room and shut it with a loud bang.

As soon as he left, I fell to the floor and folded my knees in front of me. I didn't even know what I did could be regarded as a crime. I was just trying to help. Would I really go to jail for that? What really scared me was the fact that I didn't even know where he went off to or what was in his mind right now.

DAMON POV.

So many thoughts ran through my head I could barely breathe, my chest felt tight, and I needed something to numb the pain. Why would she do this to me? All I had ever shown her was genuine love and I deserved to at least be treated like a human being. I can't believe her parents were in on this and acted so normal during the wedding. As for her sister. On the other hand, I wanted to make her suffer, to make her feel even a little of what I felt, but I knew that that was partly because she looked exactly like Blaire and, on the other hand, I felt sorry for her. She must really not love herself to be willing to risk whatever life she had for this charade.

I went back to the bar we had just left, and I saw that the pretty girl in the glasses was still there. I contemplated talking to her and booking a second room, but I thought of my reputation, and frankly, I'm not sure if I could deal with another woman anytime soon. It seemed like they were all wired to be cold-hearted liars.

"One bottle of vodka and some whiskey, please" I told the bartender. Maybe these could help.