The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 117: Fight

Chapter 117: Fight

Damien had fucked up.

He knew. He shouldn’t have let her go. Now she was gone, leaving him all by myself.

Funny because that was exactly what he wanted and now he missed her so fucking much.

He missed her smile, her beautiful emerald eyes and her fiery red hair. It had been a week since she left with Remo and every night he woke up screaming her name.

The moment she left he felt like she had walked out of his life. He got scared and had to call her, but she never answered. Each day, and night, she never answered.

He knew he had hurt her. Her eyes filled with sadness was all he saw anytime he closed his eyes.

Rhys was pissed when he woke up and found out what had happened from Xavier as if he didn’t already didn’t feel like the biggest piece of shit imaginable.

Even when he stopped the silent treatment he was completely cold towards him. Damien honestly would’ve preferred if he yelled. This felt ten times worse.

Why the fuck did he send her away? Why did he panic?

Well he knew why, when he saw the blood his own blood had turned cold.

Just because he was angry he had hurt her. The one person he swore to protect.

His mind kept playing the scenes when

she had cried, over and over again begging him not to let her go.

Damien think he was going crazy -- the shit inside him fucking hurts so much.

But he knew he had to let her go. After he had seen his face. God he looked horrible. Like a character from a zombie movie. He was surprised that she wasn’t disgusted with him and could even kiss him.

But he was angry when he had heard that Rhys had overdose and it was all because of her father.

He hated the man and falling for his daughter was making him weak. Damien hated himself for a second he had had doubts about his revenge plan.

She was messing with his head and he couldn’t have that.

He was scared. He was fucking terrified. He was a coward. He knew that.

God help him he missed her so much it hurts.

He was so tired, he didn’t sleep but what’s the point in sleep anyway?

She was still all he saw.

No sleep. Misery. Repeat.

If not because he was recovering he would have buried himself in alcohol.

He hoped she was okay. Had she eaten? Was she able to sleep well?

His hand was shaking as he raked it through his hair, thinking about how much he had fucked up.

He had never fallen in love with anyone and he had zero knowledge on how to love someone but he knew this much that she was everything to him now.

She was everything he wanted.

He wanted her smile that brightens the room anytime she was happy. He wanted, how her cheeks turned a shade of red when she was shy. He wanted her awkwardly babbling when she was nervous. He wanted, how she so optimistic even when everything was falling apart. How she never gave up on him of course until a week ago.

He wanted her on the bad days, the ones where in the hospital where he would see how tired she was. The days she’d cry in the hospital bathroom when she thought he was asleep.

He wanted to hug her when she was sad and her eyes became dull, kiss away the tears that had stained her cheeks.

He always wanted to make her happy. And that scared him. He had never felt like this about anyone before and he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

He was so sure of everything before her, and now he didn’t even know what the hell he was doing.

The past few months with her have meant more to him than anything he had achieved.

In fact, he couldn’t think of anything that had made him feel the way she does.

He had fucked it all up, though. He had absolutely ruined it all.

"You look horrible mate. You just came back from the hospital. You should focus on recovering, not putting yourself through other stress."

Xavier sighed as he sat opposite his friend.

"Leave me alone." Damien spat bitterly.

"As much as I want to leave your sorry ass I can’t. I’m all you have left since you have managed to fuck everything up."

Damien groaned, resting his elbows on his knees and resting his face in his hands. God his head was throbbing.

"I still don’t understand what the hell you were thinking to send her away. She stayed by your side through your difficult times and the moment you gained strength you tossed her away like she was nothing. Do you know how that looks?"

Xavier groaned in a frustrated sigh.

Damien winced and averted his gaze,shame coursing through him.

"It’s not that simple." He mumbled.

Xavier rolled his eyes, "It is. You’re just making it difficult. I’m sure Beatrix would understand if you just explained to her that you just panicked when you saw that you have hurt her because for a second you felt like your fucking father.

But it was a mistake wasn’t it, Damien? You’re nothing like that monster."

"But-I pushed her because I was angry. You don’t understand how much I wanted to hurt her. I was consumed with rage and we all know how that ends. No matter how much I run, my father’s blood runs through me."

Xavier was silent after his explanation, and he peeked up to see him massaging his temples like he had given him a migraine.

"She is better off without me."

"What about Rhys? Huh? You’re always fucking making decisions for him."

"How is he?" Damien averted his eyes down, and his voice got quieter as he played with his fingers.

"Well he is going to therapy, the gym and busying himself with painting. I think he wants to get better for her. He seems pretty determined."

Damien shook his head, "He is just busying himself to forget her."

Xavier sighed, "Hmm. You better hope he doesn’t relapse. He needs her."

The front door opened and they heard footsteps approaching them.

Damien was sure it was Rhys since he had left early.

Maybe he should have a talk with him about Beatrix.

"Beatrix?" Xavier stood up from the sofa and Damien stiffened.

*******

Beatrix couldn’t believe that Damien had really let her go.

She had cried herself to sleep every night. She didn’t even go home with Remo. She couldn’t.

The thought of leaving him was torturous so Remo had let her stay with him in an apartment he had bought in the country.

He had seized her phone and had warned her not to contact Damien until he came begging for her.

According to him, his sister deserves the best and shouldn’t be begging any man to love her.

But Damien wasn’t any man. He was the man she loved and not just him, Rhys too.

God she missed him. She had to see him, needed to feel his warmth to know that he was okay.

She should hate him for breaking her heart but she just couldn’t.

Yes she was stupid. Stupid in love with two men who didn’t even know how to love her properly.

If loving them was going to make her a fool then so be it.

All she had done these past few days was sit in her room finding different excuses for Damien’s decision.

It just didn’t make sense. She was so happy that he was discharged from the hospital. They were going to have their happily ever after since they had overcome this trial and now he had sacked her from his life.

She didn’t believe he couldn’t love her and her presence had started irritating him with the excuse he had given her.

There was more he wasn’t telling her and she was going to find out what it was.

She walked out of her room and saw Remo sitting in the living room.

"Where are you going?" He asked,raising his eyebrows at her.

"I need to talk to Damien please."

Remo frowned at her, "No. You’re not meeting that bastard. The only reason why he is still alive is because you begged me to spare his life. I don’t think I can stop myself if he hurts you again."

Beatrix pouted, "Please Remo. Just this once. You can put a bullet through his head if he hurts me again."

Remo sighed, "After all the heartbreaks you’re still going back to him?"

Beatrix nodded, "Yeah I love him Remo. I could barely function without him. Look at me. I look like a mess."

Remo pinched the bridge between his eyes.

"Love really makes you stupid?" He scrunched his face in disgust.

"Not stupid. It makes you want to fight for the person you love." Beatrix explained.

"Fight with what? Guns and knives?"

Beatrix chuckled, "You would know someday."

"No. Seeing how stupid you’re acting I don’t think I would ever want to fall in love. I’m good with the casual fucks."

Beatrix sighed, "Please??"

She knew her brother couldn’t say no to her.

"Fine. But if he messes up. I’m taking you straight home."