MIRA'S POV
I'm bawling my eyes out right now. I'm not even sure if I have any more tears.
My body is vibrating with a need to destroy something, to cause damage.
If I were in the confinement of my room, I would have smashed something on the floor or on the wall.
Let me tell you why none of those are a possibility. One Skylar is beside me, even though occupied with her iPad. Two Jacob, Damiens' driver is taking us to our next destination.
And I'm in one of Damiens' luxurious cars. Oh and also, since I'm staying in Damiens' for a while, I'll have to keep my anger in check.
How come I hadn't seen this coming?
I could have read the signs. Donald had changed the password of his phone, which was formerly Skylar's birthday date. There would be times Donald would spend more than necessary in the bathroom, and when I asked, he'd start accusing me of being suspicious.
And I had believed him and scolded myself for doubting him, all that until the night he left the bathroom door a bit ajar. I had peeked just to find him stark naked with his left hand stroking his shaft and his right typing away on his phone.
And the worst part is, he was moaning and groaning as precum leaked from the tip.
I hadn't called it anything at that time, thinking that maybe he was watching porn, that didn't explain the typing, but I just let it go.
Now looking back at thoase days that had all the signs I needed to analyze everything and I didn't, I'm feeling very stupid, because I'm pretty sure he had changed his password to keep me from going through his phone and on that night of his little bathroom act; I'm also sure he was masturbating during his and Danielle's sexchat.
I'm so done with him, he can now enjoy Danielle without any restrictions and without his suspicious wife.
I'm still not sure what the future holds for Skylar and me when we get to Damiens'.
Oh Damien, I wonder if he's still as devilishly handsome as back in those days or if the death of his wife and daughter, Luciana and Joyce.
Sometimes I'll wait back when school has dismissed just to see Damien swimming out of the pool, with his abs rippling with every movement he makes and water sliding past his toned abs and disappearing into his waistbands.
Who knows how huge he'll be down there....
"Mrs — Mrs, ehem, would you — perhaps need some wipes?" Jacob asked, his eyes meeting mine through the review mirror.
"Haven't I told you and all the staff in that household to stop calling me with titles? Huh? It's just Mira to you all, please. And yes, I'll need the wipes, thank you." I took the wipes from him and wiped my face.
"Mummy, you are crying, why? Is it because of that bad lady daddy was hugging?" My baby girl asked while trying and failing miserably to look angry
Emphasis on trying.
She's just too cute to look angry. "No, my love, not because of the bad lady. I'm just angry with your daddy."
She pursed her lips while nodding in my direction. "Okay mum, but please forgive daddy for me."
"I will Angioletto, I'll try." She nods again.
"Mumma, where are we going?"
"You ask a lot of questions young lady, we're going to uncle Damien's place. We will be staying with him and his son Ryker. And you will be on good behavior and be nice and respectful to everyone just as mamma has taught you."
She smiles at me:" Yes, momma. But what about now?"
" Now?"
She grins, a big goofy grin that makes the blue in her gray eyes sparkle.
" Yes, now. Lunch momma!"
Oh yes, she doesn't joke about her meals and, luckily for her, I had Hannah the Cook, prepare hot water in her flask just before the drama occurred.
I smiled at her and hummed.
I brought out her golden morns, plates and other stuff and made her lunch before handing it over to her.
She doesn't appreciate being fed, and while she eats, she spills little to nothing on herself or on the surface she stays on.
" Mumma, thank you for the meal, can I have my chocolate please?" After taking the plate from her and tying them in a polythene bag, I gave her the chocolates
"Thank you mum!----hi handsome sir, do you want some chocolates? They are very yummy."
"Skylar Jasmine Ventpak, who taught you to call a man handsome?"
She grinned at me mischievously this time. "You did, you always called dad, handsome Donald and my handsome man. So I asked my teacher if I didn't know what you were saying, and she said that handsome is someone that is beautiful, like you and me, but only for men. So that means girls are beautiful and boys are handsome. Sssooo, handsome sir, even if I know your name, I'll still call you handsome. Don't mind my mummy, she thinks it's only dad that is handsome. You are al--oof ow momma stwop i cwant bweed! Mumma!"
I had to press my palm over her mouth to prevent her from speaking more nonsense.
"Hahahaha, thank you for the compliment dear. Im Mr Jacob, and I appreciate your chocolate, but I don't take sweets and I don't like chocolates," Jacob said, turning to glance at her briefly before returning his attention to the road.
"Hmph" If you say so. But everybody loves chocolate, it's the best!"
"Won't you share with your mamma?"
She looks at me, pouts, then shakes her head. "Erm----mmm----no. Mum has all the money to buy a big, big, very big box of chocolates for herself, while Sky has only this one for now, so she will not give it to Mumma. Mum should get her own chocolate. This one only belongs to Skylar."
Despite being gloomy, I found it difficult to contain the smile twitching at the corner of my lips.
She really is my starlight.few minutes later we arrived at Damiens estate. Still as magnificent as ever.
Never fading white paint with gold outlines. Pitch black window seals, black rooftop and black doors.
The fountain was still where it was, beautiful dolphins and angels with crystal clear water running out of their mouths and cups.
One might be wondering why a man, his wife and two kids would need to live in such a large vicinity.
This house had been even before Damien's father was born.
This place housed Damien's extended family until late last year, when they all scattered to Russia and Italy for different reasons.
We drove past the men at the gate, a few familiar ones nodding at me in a sliver of respect.
Once in front of the front door, men came forward, took our bags and marched their way into the house. I picked Skylar up and cradled her by my waist.
I hadn't even entered fully when someone came barreling into me, almost throwing us three off balance. "Goodness gracious, it has been long Mira---------