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Cynthia's POV

"Thank you for the hospitality, Sir, but I'm very much capable of seeing myself out"

With that being said, he walked out, leaving me staring at his retreating figure.

"Everybody leave, the dinner is over" My father's harsh voice snapped me out of the trance that Damien left me in.

I sniffled before turning around to look at my friends who had this sympathetic look on their face before they all left, except for Bethany, who probably would leave with her family.

Charlie walked upto me and pulled me into a hug, surprising me.

"Don't stress yourself, everything will be fine" He said, pulling apart, placing a hand on my cheek.

"You have the most beautiful smile in this world, Cynthia, don't ever lose that" He added giving me a warm smile before simply walking out of the backyard, leaving me utterly surprised at his words.

Well...if Damien was here and he heard him say that, he would lose his mind as he already hates his guts for some weird reason, I mean come on till now, Charlie has not even given him any reason to do so...but it is what it is I guess.

"Ed, just relax, okay? And go to sleep alright, don't pester her about it anymore, you've already gone too far tonight" Uncle Mack placed a hand on my father's shoulder as he spoke about me and a moment later the three of them left as well, leaving the three of us alone, the three being my father, mother and I.

I noticed as my mother gave my father a disappointed before storming off.

My father sighed, probably realizing that in his rage, he screwed things up with her...pretty bad.

"Ashima, I'm so sorry, baby..."

"I never meant that..."

With that he rushed after her, leaving me alone and I heavied out a sigh before heading to my room through the backyard itself, since it's connected to my bedroom's balcony directly.

Not even bothering to change out of my dress, I crashed on my bed with my face flat against the soft mattress as I let my tears free and my thoughts ponder upon the happenings of tonight.

I never could have imagined that this night would turn out to be so disastrous.

I invited Damien and I just wanted us to have a fun time with my family and friends.

The way Damien is, it's not too hard to guess that his family is not in the picture and we all are aware that he doesn't even has any friends around here, so I just wanted to make him feel included...I just wanted to make him feel that he is not alone anymore...that he has me and for crying out loud, it's freaking Christmas, people go visit their friends and families...and I just didn't want him to feel alone during this time of the year.

But if I had known that this dinner would end up like this...that he would end up with a broken nose tonight, I would have never invited him in the first place.

I wanted to make him happy but I ended up hurting him.

My cries and sniffle muffed up into the pillow I was holding onto.

I know, I know, it's not me but my father who hurt him but yet I can't help but feel guilty, for I was the reason why he hurt him. I should have known something like this would happen, I should have stopped him from kissing me, from touching me when I was aware that there were high chances of getting caught when we had a house full of guests...but yet I didn't warn him about it.

"You know I hate seeing you cry"

I turned around hearing his deep, familiar voice, only to see him leaning against the balcony frame with his tucked into his pockets.

"Damien..." I mumbled and without wasting any time, I ran upto him and threw myself into his arms with my arms going around his neck.

"Hey" He engulfed me into his warm, big arms.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked while soothingly rubbing my back up and down.

"You're seriously asking me that?" I pulled apart as he still held me close to himself, his arms still wrapped around my waist.

I stared at him, noticing that his nose wasn't bleeding anymore but I'm sure it was still hurting.

"I'm so sorry for what my father did..."

I reached out to touch his nose but he didn't even flinch as if he wasn't hurt at all.

"And it all happened because of me" I stared down with my head hung low as my eyes brimmed with fresh tears, blurring my vision.

"Hey, look up here" He placed a finger under my chin and made me look up at him.

"I already told you it's nothing and it doesn't even hurts" He added.

"I know you're lying, Damien, just to make me feel better" I replied, sniffling as he sighed.

"I know parents can be disappointing most of the times..." He began a moment later.

"But whatever happened tonight, I kinda get where your father was coming from..." He paused with a slight nod to himself.

"I mean if I ever have a daughter and I see some random dude making out with her, sticking his hand in her pants, I would sure as hell be fucking pissed as well, and I'm afraid I would do much worst than what your father did tonight" He continued.

"So don't blame him, he's absolutely right in his place, any father would have done the same" He added, casually tucking a loose hair strand behind my ear.

He's right, my father has all the rights to be mad at me and any father in his place would have done the same as what he did tonight.

"I even think that he went quite lenient on me...because of you" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts and suddenly I recalled something.

"Damien..." I called out.

"You seemed relaxed while all of this was happening, you didn't even seem slightly bit fazed, you didn't even try to defend yourself when my father hit you, when I know you could have..."

"Yeah that was because I knew he was correct in his place" He interrupted me.

"Yeah I understand that now, but when he yelled at the security guards to throw you out...you seemed to lose it there" I continued, cautiously as he just gave me a slight nod, probably trying to understand where I was going with this.

"W-Was it because he called you a bastard? Or you were just pissed at everything that happened all together?" I asked, biting my bottom lip, not knowing how he would react to my questions because his entire aura just snapped from relaxed to pissed when my father said that, so I really don't know what to expect from him right now and this suddenly also makes me realize that I don't know Damien...at all.

I don't know anything about his family...where he is from...heck! I don't even know his last name...I know nothing about him...apart from the fact that he's really sweet to me...his kisses are addictive...intoxicating...his touch makes me forget about everything else...it elevates me to an entirely different universe and it turns my insides putty.

"Cynthia, I don't wanna talk about it" He replied firmly before taking my hands off himself and moving further inside my room.

Cynthia?

No Sin? No baby? No sweetheart?

...Just Cynthia?

"Damien..." I whined out wanting to know what was it that got him so pissed.

"Cynthia" He turned to face me.

"Your father was calling me names and of course, nobody likes that" He added and I decided not to push it any further because he was correct nobody likes being called names.

I exhaled a sharp breath before sitting on the edge of my bed.

"What now? Sin" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"You're no less than my father, you created such a scene...first in the dining hall, then in the backyard...all of that really wasn't needed, Damien" I replied.

"All of this wouldn't have happened in the first place only if you hadn't acted so childish" I added, running a hand through my hair, frustrated.

"Childish?" He stared at me in disbelief.

"You introduced me as your friend to your parents and it pissed me off, then your dearest childhood friend, Charlie showed up out of nowhere and you throw yourself in his arms while your father didn't miss any fucking chance to rub it in my face that how close...how 'inseparable' you two were as kids, and that was the last straw, it simply pissed me off even further, so I did what I had to, to let your father and that fucker know that you're mine"

"And no, I'm not at all apologetic for what I did, so don't expect an apology from me"

I just blinked at him, surprised at how straight to the point he speaks, without beating around the bush and he also surely doesn't likes to lie to me about anything.

At the same time I also couldn't help but feel my cheeks heat up and my heart fluttered when he called me his for the second time tonight, making me feel the exact same way I did when he called me his for the first time.

I let out a tired sigh.

"Listen, Damien, you've always been honest with me, so I'll be honest with you as well..." I paused.

"Yeah sure, Charlie is a good friend, a fun company..." I paused once again when I noticed a muscle flexing in his jaw.

God! He gets all riled up so easily, he won't even let me complete.

"And that's all, we weren't even anywhere close to inseparable as kids and in fact, he was my elder brother, Austin's best friend instead" I explained and hearing that, thankfully, the muscles in his jaw seemed to relax a bit.

"And before you ask me, I don't know why my father would even lie to you about it" I added as his eyes shot back to me.

"I don't need to ask you because I already know why..." He paused.

"Because he doesn't wants me in your life and trust me, not now, but there'll be a time in future when you'll come to me, telling me that I was right all along and how your father is hell bent on trying to set you up with his favorite boy Charlie" He continued, bitterly and I couldn't help but smile.

"What?" He mumbled, confused.

"Nothing, you just indirectly said that you'll be around in my future" I replied, softly but my smile fell off instantly when his body went tense and he avoided looking in my eyes.

That reaction of his seemed odd but I chose to ignore it because I honestly didn't want to ruin the time that we have together right now, while thinking about the future that we know nothing about.

"And about the friend thing, Damien..." I paused folding my hands over my chest, giving him a sharp look as something suddenly clicked in my head.

"You're so pissed at me for introducing you as my friend to my parents..."

"But you tell me, what else was I supposed to do anyways? What else was I supposed to tell them?"

"How else was I supposed to introduce you? What else was I supposed to introduce you as? Huh?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Because honestly, I don't remember that we ever spoke about what we actually are, so how else was I supposed to introduce you when I, myself don't know where we stand?" I shrugged as he walked further into my room and leaned his back against the closed door. Tucking his hands into his pockets again, he just stared at me, speechless.

"What? Damien, cat got your tongue" I raised an eyebrow at him, standing up as he looked at me firmly.

"I don't do this tag shit, Cynthia, you should know this" He simply replied, looking right into my eyes and I could feel myself getting mad at him after hearing that.

"Oh" I couldn't help but laugh at him sarcastically.

"So then what did you expect me to say to my parents while introducing you? That Paa, meet Damien, we are basically nothing, definately not friends but yeah he sneaks into my room every other night to make out with me" I said extra sweetly, sarcasm dripping from my tone.

"I don't like that tone, Cynthia"

"And I don't like what you're doing" I retored back as he clenched his jaw once again, exhaling a sharp breath.

"I mean if you're so blunt and open about the fact that you don't do this 'tag shit', then how the fuck do you even justify your anger!? The things that you did tonight!? What right do you even have for being mad at me!?" I threw my hands in the air, frustrated, as he remained silent, obviously not having anything to say in return.

"Lower your voice, Cynthia, as I said earlier I don't like it" His voice firm as he approached me and something about the dominating aura radiating off him, automatically made me take a few steps back as he neared me, soon my back hit a wall and he towered over me, making me feel small suddenly.

"Sin, I..."

He began while reaching out to touch my arm, only to be interrupted by me, even though his aura, the look in his eyes...basically everything about him screamed pure dominance and it was effortlessly overpowering my will to talk back to him, to speak my mind, but yet, somehow I did manage to say what I felt about this whole situation because it was now or never.

"If you don't do this 'tag shit', as you said earlier, Damien..." I paused.

"Then you might as well leave through the same window that you came"

"Because honestly, I'm not the girl who you can fool around with for as long as you please, only to toss aside once you're done"

As much as I wanted to give in...as much as I wanted to hold myself from saying those words to him...as much as I wanted to go with the flow and let us continue with whatever it is that we have, without giving it a tag just because I couldn't imagine losing him, but I didn't, instead I held my head high as I spoke my heart.

His hand that had earlier reached out to hold my arm, now hung in mid-air for a brief moment, before he let it drop to his side.

"If that's what you want..."

With that being said, he stepped back and did exactly what I asked him to, he walked over to the balcony and left through the same window that he came from.

He left...

...Without saying another word.

He simply left...

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