After leading her inside and standing by the door with his hands folded till she was done with the toilet, he was about to lead her outside.
"I feel dizzy, I want to sleep." She stopped him and looked up at him, blinking her eyes slowly and pitifully.
"Are you fine?" He placed a hand on her forehead.
"You need to get a checkup." He concluded and Carla had to force herself to act normal.
She held his hand in hers and gave him a weak smile. "I am fine, Damien." She called his name and he smirked.
"I only need a good sleep."
"Wait here." He walked into the room, opened the wardrobe and brought out a black shirt from the long roll of black shirts hanging in.
"Change into this." He threw it at her and waited with his eyes on her, it was just as if he didn't blink.
"I want to change." She told him, knowing best not to start an argument.
"Why? You want me to leave?" He made the type of chuckle that made her core clench.
"What is there to hide? It's not like I haven't seen those watermelons there." He pointed to her chests and Carla blushed furiously before placing her hands over her breast as if trying to cover them.
Damien's eyes darkened. "Don't do that Carla. You are drawing my attention there and touching it makes me want to have a little squeeze." He warned and Carla straightened but she could not help the fact that she was now painfully aware of her breast shooting out before her.
"I'll be out." He informed, avoiding her eyes and backing out.
"But I'll make sure to check in the next few minutes to see if you have changed and if you are really asleep." He added before sealing the door shut.
Hurriedly changing into his shirt, Carla sat on the bed and desperately wished for Rhy's presence. She wasn't sure it would work, but she tried, clasping her hands in front of her face with her eyes closed, she thought of his face.
'Let this work.' She hopped in her mind after calling his name severally in her head and imagining his face.
"I am not some sort of god you know." It was Rhy and she opened her eyes immediately to see him leaning lazily on the wall, he had his lazy eyes observing her.
On seeing him, Carla breathed in relief and had to restrain herself from jumping to hug him.
"I see you are in his clothes now." He commented before lightly rubbing his nose and letting his eyes roam.
Carla held the duvet on the bed close to her, almost completely covering herself up in it.
"Something strange happened." She looked at him eagerly hoping he gave her the answers she was looking for.
"What?" He made no move to walk towards her.
Carla briefly explained what happened and made sure to watch Rhy's reaction, except the glint that sped across his eyes, there was nothing else, he was as expressionless and bored like he never wanted to be there.
"I had never wanted to be here." He said in response to her thought and Carla groaned.
"Especially with you in his clothes." He scrunched up his nose in distaste.
"The journal Rhy." Carla pressed on.
"It's just a figment of your imagination." Rhy replied, making sure to hold her gaze.
"What!? You can't tell me…"
"I told you this before Carla, the more you desire to know, the more the answers come to you and in the end, you'd regret it."
"Was there really someone who looked just like me in the past?" She ignored his words and asked instead.
"Carla." Rhy called and moved faster than her eyes could follow. He was by her side in seconds.
He paused after looking at the cloth she had on her.
"You still have the chance to run away from all this, from him, from me." He told her, the look in his eyes making her knees go weak.
"What do you mean?" She whispered at him, her eyeball moving nervously from one of his eyes to the other as if trying to trap in all the emotions flowing from his eyes into her own.
"I really can't tell you anything except to warn you to discontinue your longing to know the dark secret of the past. I can't tell you anything except to do your bidding."
"And I am ordering you to tell me what is going on." She raised her voice but he shook his head.
Carla felt like grabbing her hair and uprooting it from her scalp from the amount of frustration she felt.
"Anything except this, Carla." He smiled at her and her heart fluttered at how sweet and charming he looked.
He drew in and planted a kiss on her forehead before disappearing and at the same time, the door and something Carla would just prefer to call a wall, slid open with Damien rushing in like he was being chased by some unseen force.
"Who was that just now?" His eyes were blazing as he stood with his legs parted, his hands gripping both sides of the wall.
"What do you mean?" Carla schooled her expression and almost stood up to clap for herself as the speed at which she composed herself.
"Don't mess with me Carla. There was a man in here." He frowned as if he could not quite believe what he had just said.
"What man…"
"Your phone isn't with you, I confirmed that." I walked towards the bed and her heartbeat spiked.
She wasn't ready for this, at least not yet.
"What are you implying…Damien." It was somehow difficult to use his name at this point, but she did it either way. If it was going to help her reduce some unnecessary stress, she didn't mind using it.
"You tell me." He knelt on the bed and brought his face towards hers and her breathing changed.
She cringed at herself for being in such a dire situation and still allowing herself get seduced by the man she didn't want to be in the same space with.
For a fraction of a second, she thought about the possibility of Rhy watching and turned her face away from Damien's face.
"I am disappointed in you Damien." She decided it was best to attack him using his supposed weak point.
"You claim you want me but accuse me of cheating the very moment you leave me in your secret room for a few minutes." Then she looked back at him, her eyes were fierce this time.
"Who would be capable of breaking into this room? Is it from the window?" She waved her hand by her side before pointing at the window. She made sure not to break eye contact, she was satisfied when she saw his resolve breaking.
Without giving her a reply, Damien held her face in his hands and smashed his lips on hers.