13: Sob stories and explanations

So much for trusting Damien. He pours out his love to me and then when his ex fiance shows, he goes running to her. Right under my nose. For the tenth time, I stomped my feet impatiently and angrily on the floor. The hotel attendant looked at me with concern but I smiled. A smile that didn't quite reach the eyes.

"Here's the key to your hotel room. How long would you be staying?"

I plan on going back to our suite to grab my things but I'm scared I'll be met with Damien's face. I wonder what lie or explanation he'd give when I see him. Of course I'll see him. I deserve an explanation, not just now- I'm mad at him. Beyond mad at him.

"A night" I said collecting my keys and walking away. Tomorrow , I'm setting my course for home. And when I say home, I mean home. I actually miss my mom and would love to see her right now. I need someone to pour my heart to. Not Chloe. She'd murder Damien. Mom is more understanding. And then there's Dad.... I groaned inwardly. I'm mad at Dad too. He too owe me an explanation. I haven't forgotten about the whole Damien company stuff.

I flung my purse unto the bed and took off my fancy dress. The dress Damien loved. The dress he almost ripped apart in his Limo tonight. A lot has happened today but the image of Damien and Bethany standing so close to each other just struck a nerve. I gritted my teeth as I stepped into the shower.

I've always known she was the one who left him for one of Damien's friend. It was all over the news. It wouldn't be a secret if he still had feelings for her. My heart ached, my brain clogged. Everything was up against me. Maybe coming to Paris was indeed a bad idea.

My heart didn't ache as much after a nice shower. turns out, the showers a great listener. Since I married Damien, I learned to stop crying on my mother's lap to crying in the shower. Maturity really took place in me. Then I thought I'd never have to worry about a husband who cares less about me, then I had to go and see this shit.

I crawled into the bed after I'd slipped on a free hotel robe I found in the wardrobe. I hope my eyes isn't as puffy as I picture it to be. I sniffed. Why does everything have to be so annoying. Some hours ago I was really happy and some hours ago my mood changed from happy to sad, annoyed and disappointed. Disappointed in Damien that he would do this. A tear slipped from the corners of my eyes and I wiped it furiously. He was actually cheating! Chloe was right the first time?

I don't really have nice memory of Paris. It's supposed to be a city of love not discovery and pain. I would hate to come here next time. My purse vibrated so I pulled out my phone to see thirty missed calls from Damien and six messages. Under the last one hour? Really impressive.

I read all the messages but the last one made me break into sobs.

Damien : Jay, I'm really worried sick. Where are you, are you alright? Are you safe? How are you feeling? I know you're sad about the complicated situation you found me in but please nothing happened...... I really wish you had let me explain. But you ran away. Why do you keep running away from me? I hope you're ok...please tell me you and our baby is ok. I can't stand the fact I don't know where you are. I love you and you're carrying my child. I want you safe. ....my sobs increased.. please, I ask for you to trust me. When you get this, text me and I'll come get you. I love you.

I dropped my phone to my side and cried into the really pretty and fluffy pillow. I ran away again. For the second time now. I picked up my phone dialing his number. He picked on the first ring.

"Baby....are you alright?" His voice was panicked and desperate. "Jay, say something" all I did was sob into the speaker. "I'm sorry....where are you?"

"I'm at the hotel not far from ours" I sobbed.

"Stay right there"

There are about five hotels next to ours but I'm sure he wouldn't mind searching all.

The line went dead and I was left with the echo of my sobs in the large dark room.

******

Maybe I fell asleep but I was awoken by a loud bang on my door. I tied my robe and went to get it. Immediately I opened it, Damien took me into his arms. I wrapped my arms round his neck hugging him tight and not wanting to let go but we had to.

"I'm sorry I left...again" I quickly said. Damien stroke my cheeks, wiping my tears away. He carried me into his arms and shut the door behind us. He placed me on the big bed. Not letting go of me.

"I understand why you left but I really wished you hadn't"

"I saw you and Bethany..."

Damien touched my lips with his hands. "Don't you trust me?"

"I do" I broke into more tears.

"Then trust me to tell you what happened" Damien sat on the bed taking me on his legs.

"Bethany said she was sorry for how she was acting throughout the show. She wanted to apologise. Of course we would have just sorted our differences somewhere close by but Bethany said she wanted to show me something"

I sighed not liking the story I was hearing but kept listening.

"Chloe's fashion show was at the hotel she was lodging so we went to her suite. Turns out Alberto is running out of money" I know who Alberto is. The man Bethany whore is married too." She was telling me his company needs help. " he sighed and I knew there I was more.

"I know something is up but I agreed to help. I have a reason of course. He's a long friend of mine. I know it's still not a good reason and now I know Bethany just did that to piss you off"

Damien was drawing soft circles on my hand. Of course Bethany is up to something. That's why she's here asking for Damien help and that's why she wanted to stir trouble between me and Damien. All this was a set up. How couldn't I have thought this through. She picked Damien's phone and told me to find them in a hotel room. But the zipper incident......

"About the zipper, Bethany's gown was hooked. I think she used the bathroom and she said to help her fix it. I was doing just that when you came in" Damien said. His eyes lookee dull, tired and sleepy. And maybe, I was the cause of that. I ran my fingers through his hair ruffling it.

"I'm really sorry babe" he wrapped his arms round my waist.

"I'm sorry too. I'm sorry I didn't trust you"

"I love you Jay, nothing in this world can change that" he confessed and then gave a tiny adorable yawn.

"You need to rest" I helped him take his clothes off and he did the same with my robe. He covered us with the blanket pulling me so close to him.

"You need to stop running away from me. Hell, if you do that again, I'll go bunkers"

"I'm really sorry" I wait for him to at something again but he's breathing is raspy and laboured. He's fallen asleep.

"Good night, love" I whisper.

"Night" he manages to whisper and kiss my head. God! How much I love him too. I looked at the lines on his jaw. So sharp and perfect I had to kiss it.

"I love you " I muttered.