Chapter 25

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Tristan

The worst part about being unbelievably happy is that we know it's too good to last. The past few days had been as close to heaven as I could get as a mortal.

I soon found out that Damien was as caring a boyfriend as he was a best friend, if not more. He brought me cute little flowers almost everyday, the ones he knew I would like. He even left small mints on my pillow one day while I was sleeping. It was so adorable to see the intimidating, intelligent surgeon behave like a besotted boyfriend.

We hadn't officially given each other the title of boyfriend yet but we considered it to be implied. He laughed a lot more now and the sound warmed my heart to its core.

But the dark clouds of trouble came soon enough. I wasn't delusional. I hadn't forgotten about the boy in the club and the utter devotion in his eyes for his master. It pained me to think about him.

On one hand I was glad and fiercely happy that Damien was mine now. But it made me immensely uncomfortable to think about how heartbroken he would be and how much pain he would be in over the loss of his master.

From what I had read about BDSM and what Damien had explained, it was way more serious than a normal relationship and a lot more painful than a normal breakup. Damien had told me that the boys name was Alistair. He wasn't technically his master because they hadn't signed a contract but Alistair was insanely devoted to him.

Damien assured me that he would break it off with him as soon as we got back to Chicago. I knew he would but I also knew that he was worried about how Alistair would take the news.

He did not voice his concerns and tried hard to appear cheerful but I saw through it immediately. It hurt a bit but I did not mind much. After all they had been together for quite a while and as a Dom it was natural for him to care about a Sub.

That was not the cause of my problems. It was something entirely different. Two days ago I had received a text from Alexander. I had almost forgotten about him with everything that was happening.

I hadn't replied. Alexander was beguiling to me before but he was nothing compared to what Damien was to me. I didn't see the need to carry on a conversation with someone I barely knew or liked.

All was well until I received another text. The previous one was a simple greeting but this one was demanding. I had made the mistake of opening the chat and so there was a blue tick. He was angry that I hadn't replied and was demanding to know why.

It was then that I began to get scared. Alexander was a scary man but before this he had always been civil with me if not nice. And also our meetings had all been in public places where he couldn't hurt me. But now I knew that he was powerful. He probably knew my address and where I worked.

I felt a cold spark of dread in my heart. It was probably stupid but I did not like the idea of someone as powerful and sinister like Alexander to have such details about me.

I hurriedly texted back saying sorry for not replying earlier and making up an excuse.

"Its okay. Don't do it again," the prompt reply came. I breathed in a sigh of relief. He was not mad.

"When are you getting back to Chicago?"

"I don't know," I texted. "Maybe next week. Could also be the week after that."

"Okay. I would like to take you out for dinner when you are back."

I gaped at my screen and tried to calm my erratic heart. Did he just ask me out on a date! What on earth! I had met him like days ago and had barely talked. And on top of that his first impression was terrible to put it as an understatement.

I thought about how I could politely decline without offending him. I decided that the best way to refuse would be to tell the truth, that I had a boyfriend.

"Are you asking me out on a date?," I asked just to make sure.

"Yes of course."

"I am so sorry but I already have a boyfriend."

"Leave him," came the immediate response.

I almost dropped my phone, my mouth hanging open in shock. He had to be crazy. He said it as if it was obvious what I should do. His arrogance made me bristle with annoyance. Granted he was rich and good looking but that did not mean that I was going to fall at his feet. Damien was worth a thousand Alexanders.

"No I will certainly not," I typed. "I love him. Please go to hell."

I did not even bother to wait for a response. He was not worth it. It just went to show how money could get to people's heads and make them insufferable assholes.

Thankfully I had a lot of things to distract me from Alexander. Damien and I were supposed to visit our old high school today. I was both excited and a bit nervous. I hadn't even thought about the place for such a long time. It had a lot of bad memories but today I was going to seek out the good ones.

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Our school was like any other public school in America. The building was still looked surprisingly new and maintained.

"Feels weird doesn't it," Damien said. He was walking beside me and looked absolutely sinful in a grey button down. We weren't holding hands yet but  our hands touched every now and then while walking. Delightful sparks passed through my body at every touch and I fought hard to hide the blush threatening to appear.

"Yeah it's a bit weird considering how much I got bullied here," I said. The hallway was exactly as it used to be. I pointed towards what used to be my locker.

"Remember how that jock Nash bashed my head against the locker and I bled for like half an hour? You almost had a stroke with how worried you were."

Damien scoffed. "Of course I was worried. You were bleeding like a jet spray. And you didn't even let me beat the guy up."

I rolled my eyes. "I know you are strong D but Nash was thrice your size. He was like a freaking bodybuilder. You would have been roadkill."

I heard Damien mutter an indignant 'whatever' under his breath. Our visit was much more pleasant than I had expected it to be. We met spot of our old teachers who congratulated us on doing something good with our lives.
We also got a lot of gossip on what the other students were doing. It seemed as if most of my previous bullies were still in this town. I sent up a silent prayer to God that I did not come across any of them, not when I was finally happy.

The classes were still the same and so was the cafeteria. We went to the music room, the room which had seen plenty of our long chats and laughs. We used to love meeting here because it was aloof and quiet. Nobody really came in here except for very few students interested in music. I used to have my lunch in here most of the times and Damien would join me in spite of having his own large group of friends.

"Remember how we used to have lunch in here," I said while thumbing the strings of the violin. "You always sat in here with me even though you had a seat at the popular table, the cheerleader table and what not. I never understood why you gave up all that to be with common old me."

A pair of hands grasped my waist and I was pulled back against a hard chest. Damien kissed my hair and nuzzled my neck.

"Really? You don't know why I chose you over those fake backstabbing assholes? I talked to them because of circumstances or because I was bored. I talked to you because you made me feel alive and happy," he said and smiled, " You still do. I would choose you over anyone in this world."

My heart.

I could feel my heart jumping in joy and beating so hard that my chest ached. I had no idea how to respond to that so I went back to surveying the room. It was not very big and a bit dusty but it made me feel immensely comfortable. This was probably the only place in this school which did not have any bad memories. All it had was comfort, familiarity and love.

The day was sunny and crisp, a perfect day for being outside. We had lunch out on the school playground and watched the boys play football. Damien used to be on the football team until he left because it was taking up too much of his time.

Everything was going well and I had laughed so much that my cheeks were hurting. We were in a park and Damien went to get ice cream. I watched him go and admired his muscular frame. The sunlight glinted off his hair making it glow and made him look surreal. I sighed dreamily and wondered how I ever got so lucky as to belong to him.

My phone rang. I picked up without checking to see who it was.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Hello who is this?"

Still not a sound. I was just about to hang up when the person on the other end chuckled. It was a dark sinister sound that made me feel cold even in the sun.

"Hello Tristan. You told me to go to hell. Well darling if I am going to hell I will make sure that I take you with me."

And just like that the call was disconnected.

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