I saw the story that Damien posted on his Instagram and I was contemplating whether to head there and meet him. I know I missed him and I was just a fool for being cold towards him the other day. I texted Nemaly, asking her if she would want to head the club. Nemaly knew that I would never go to 'La Madre' for no reason and she concluded that Damien was there too so she agreed to accompany me.
I just put on a simple tube top, black skirt and a brown cardigan on. I wasn't bothered on wearing boots so I opt for sneakers and head through the door. I told my mom that I was just meeting Nemaly and bid her goodbye. I love my mom, she may control my love life but she doesn't stop me from enjoying myself.
Nemaly stop her car in front of my sidewalk and she jumped out. I was puzzled as to why she left the driver seat, only for me to drive us to the club. We have this rule, whoever invites the other party out, they must drive.
It was nonsense but I don't mind since I don't own a car and I could always get use to driving instead of riding my bike.
I parked the car near the entrance and we walked to the club. I was sure Damien is still there because the last post I saw was just 15 minutes ago.
Unless he is avoiding me, then I am ready to face him. I walked inside the club, scanning the first floor for any signs of him, maybe getting a drink at the bar or just dancing.
I could not picture him dancing with the crowd because he is just not that type of person. I scan the top floor and there he is, with a girl sitting on his lap! I was shocked and furious to my core.
He locked eyes with me and I just felt like the air is suffocating me so I step out. I didn't even bother telling Nemaly that I left because I couldn't take it.
The heartbreaking scene that I saw was too much for me. In less than 10 minutes after I spotted him with that brunette, I left the club. I walked out towards the metro station, hoping to blend myself with the crowd and praying that he would not spot me. But I was too late. I felt a tug on my arm, and I looked back at the green eyes that was staring at me.
He was panting, probably from trying to run after me, gasping for air all while still holding me. I tried to pull my arm away but he hold me tighter.
"Nadia, please. Let me explain. Its not like what you…"
"I know. You don't have to explain to me. I apologize for reacting that way. I just need to head home," I cut him off.
Whatever explanation he's giving me, I just don't want to hear it. I'm tired of getting heartbreak, so I rather just be the person to step aside.
The next thing I know he drag me towards his car that was park in between the club and the metro. I'm starting to panic because he wasn't mad at me, rather he looks like he's afraid of losing me.
He puts me in the passenger seat and locks the car door, making sure I did not escape. He came to the driver seat and off we go to God knows where.
We arrived at his apartment shortly after the ordeal and without warning, he captured my lips and kissed me deep. The kiss was raw, passionate and felt like hunger. Like a man craving for air and he was able to breathe through me.
I just heard him saying 'I'm sorry' and he continue to kiss me.