《Forbidden Desire. | ✓》(42) Didn't Know Better.
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A/N: You can play the song I linked above when I say so if you'd like to add a little dramatics to the scene lol!
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"Ma'am, are you looking for Mr. Vasiliev?" The sane staff member who told Damian where Sahara was asks Sahara.
"Yes! Have you seen him?"
"Yes, I saw him make his way to the rooftop balcony." He points her in the direction.
She nods, "Thank you." Her heart beating faster and faster the closer she gets to the door.
Something wasn't feelings right. She has this anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach that she can't quite make out.
The moment she gets in front of the door, she breathes out, "Come on, Sahara. Why are you so anxious? Just open the door." She says out loud to herself.
She opens the door to find a gigantic balcony-like rooftop with the beautiful gleaming view of London. The cold wind blows onto her, pushing her back a few steps.
She walks a few steps further in and that's when she sees a figure at the edge of the building. She knows exactly who that is, she could never mistaken that figure for someone else.
(A/N: You can begin the song, if you'd like!)
Her blood runs cold, her legs become almost numb, unable to carry her any longer. Her heart stops beating, her breath stuck in her throat. The world around her becomes almost silent, with only an eerie ringing in her ears that's almost deafening.
She takes off her heels and throws them to the ground. She breaks into a run, she could feel her legs weakening from the shock but somehow, she was running. She had to get to him.
"DAMIAN!"
Sahara's silky voice shot his head in her direction, his feet are still unbalanced as the strong winds keep pushing him towards the edge.
"Sahara... I need you to stay out of this. I need to hurt you one more time to make it better for you in the long run." He could see infinite amount of tears rolling down Sahara's plump cheeks.
"No, Damian. Don't be freaking stupid! GET OFF OF THERE! What the hell are you thinking?" Sahara grips onto her scarf, scared that walking towards him would provoke him to jump.
"I don't deserve you, Sahara. You're better off with someone like Imran, he'll treat you better." Damian shuts his eyes as a tear rolls down his own cheek. He's never shed a tear for anyone except his parents. His parents death was the last time he cried.
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Sahara wants to shake some sense into him, "Listen to me Damian, screw Imran! I don't want him. I don't want anyone else! I want you, I need you. Please... please, please, please, get off of there."
"I heard your conversation with Imran, I understand that you crave a normal relationship. I can't give you that, I'm unpredictable, I'm a goddamn psychopath."
"Did you stay till the end of that conversation, Damian? Did you listen to my outpouring love for you? No, I don't think so. Just get off of there and we'll talk about this, just like we planned. Please." Sahara's at the verge of sobbing but if she breaks now, she won't have the strength to keep pulling him back.
Damian says quietly, "I can't make you happy..." He looks down to see how further down is the ground.
This action frightens Sahara, her stomach feels queasy. She wants to throw up because she's starting to feel weak, but tries to prevent it by grabbing her stomach tightly. if he jumps, she knows she'll be over, there'll be no Sahara after that.
Sahara wipes her tears, and walks a little closer. "Listen to me Damian... I'd rather have bad times with you than good times with someone I won't love. I'd go through storms with you than spend comfortable days with someone else. I'd rather go through hard times together with you than have it easy apart from you. I'd rather have you, the owner of my heart and everything that comes with it. I choose you, I pick you, you're my one and only whether you believe it or not. I love you, Damian. Please, please, don't leave me."
Damian could feel his heart beating out of his chest, his feet almost half way dangling off the edge. Sahara could tell Damian was losing his footing and balance, she wanted to scream on top of her lungs.
"Damian, if you take one more step, I'll get on there myself and jump before you do, I swear it." Sahara couldn't think of anything, her mind is buzzing with an irritating hiss, preventing her from thinking logically. Everything is so loud yet so quiet.
"No, you won't." Damian replies.
"Don't provoke me, Damian. You know I will do it." She takes a few steps towards him.
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"Sahara, don't!" Damian knew Sahara would follow through, he couldn't let anything happen to her. He turns to face Sahara and thats when the wind pushes him a little back towards the edge.
"Be careful! Please!" Sahara yells as tears blur her vision. She did not know what to do so she did what she does best, she prayed, "Ya Allah, save him, please save him. Please, Allah, I can't go on without him." The moment Sahara says that, a strong, forceful gust of wind blows in the opposite direction, pushing Damian further from the edge. He loses his balance and falls right in front of Sahara's feet.
"Damian!!" She throws her hands around his shoulders. "Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah), Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah." She begins sobbing loudly onto his shoulders, wrapping her arms around him tighter. "Don't you dare ever do that to me again!" She tearfully yells at him.
Damian looks up at her as their eyes meet, both can feel a spark, it's like they fell in love again for the first time. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to explain himself, all he wants to do at this very moment is kiss her, her wants to devour her soft, plushy lips because he could not bring himself to separate himself from her any longer. He needs her.
Damian stands up and helps Sahara stand, he looks into her teary eyes, "I've caused you so much pain yet you keep coming back to me, I don't deserve such a wonderful human being like you." He dips his head in closer to hers so their lips are inches apart, "I love you, Sahara." he whispers in sweet tone.
Not being able to contain himself any longer, he grabs her waist and pulls her into a passionate and fiery kiss. His hands making his way around her body, feeling each curve, each bump, along her physique. He presses his tongue at the seam of her mouth, asking to be let in. She opens her mouth slightly to let him in. Damian lets his hands rest on her bottom as he holds it firmly.
They pulls apart, both huffing for air. Damian slightly removes a part of her scarf from her neck and starts leaving soft kisses as he says,"I want to take you... now. I can't bloody wait any longer."
That sends shivers down Sahara's back, she hasn't heard him say that in so long, he hasn't touched her in so long, it brings excitement to her core. She leans closer to his ear with a smile on her face and whispers, "I'm yours to take, Mr. Vasiliev."
Damian's animal-like instincts immediately turns on. He grabs her hand and swiftly pulls her along with him, across the balcony, all the way inside the elevator.
As they're in the elevator, he pulls her into his arms, not being able to keep her away from him. He wraps his arms around her waist, "I've booked us a room here already. I know you enjoy a view so I booked the Iconic City View Room in this very tower." He places a kiss on her forehead.
"That must've cost you a fortune... You didn't have to book a room, we could have just gone home." Sahara says as she wraps her arms around him as well.
Damian laughs, "You look so cute when you're worried about my spendings on you. Don't worry, I can spend millions on you in a day and still have enough money left over for the next 60 years." He winks.
"I know but I don't need you to spend so much on me, I just want you to always be by my side, that's it." She gets up on her tippy toes to give him a kiss on his cheeks.
The elevator dings and Damian leads her to the door. He covers her eyes, "The view is a surprise."
Sahara giggles, "Okay."
"1, 2, 3...!"
Sahara's eyes widen, "Oh. My. God. Damian, I'm speechless."
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He takes his shirt off in one swift motion, fixing his hair right after. "Come here." He demands in a low, sexy tone.
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A/N: Y'all excited to finally get a cute ass chapter?? Come back tomorrow for this steaminess. 😏
Also, a little sneak peak of my next book is coming soon! 😉
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