MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Out for dinner

Tears welled up in Aziza’s eyes and her heart tightened inside her chest. It suddenly became very uncomfortable to breathe as the feeling broke out from its wall, breaking with it, memories, memories of a life, a single detail she locked away to never remember. Yet it was there to haunt her again. After so many years, Aziza had remained mute, remained focused and had watched him. There were never feelings attached anymore and though there was a slight pain when he carried other women, it was never as painful and agonising as what she felt at that particular moment. She had curbed her pain, chained it to a box, locked it away, never to remember those moments she dreamed of a happy ever after.

“Aziza,” Russel gently touched her arm as anxiety began to consume him over her recent behaviour. She snapped her eyes to him instantly and he saw that look. It had been so long he saw that look in her eyes, the agonising and haunting look in her gaze. It had been so long, her face looked so pale, like she had seen something worse than what she could be. But again, she was Aziza and should not feel all this. She had buried her feelings, fears, love and affection to never rise again. Yet that look was never foreign. He had seen it before. On one particular rainy night. She had returned home all drenched, with a torn gown and red eyes filled with nothing but tears and guilt. He had rushed to her that day as the water dripped out of her cloth together with blood and had taken her inside. She never spoke of what happened and had cried all night with haunted eyes. He thought that she would die and had only hoped that she would become better by morning but she never regained it.

By morning, he found a new Aziza that frightened even him and that way she had remained till she came of this age.

Aziza pushed back her tears and sniffed, then she kept a straight face and walked past Russel like he was not there.

“I’m fine,” she stated like she could tell what he was thinking already.

“No, you are not. What’s the matter?” Russel growled angrily at her. He was simply tired of being kept in the dark to do nothing but worry and try to puzzle her out.

“Yelling would get you nowhere, Russel,” she stated bluntly and turned her gaze to Damon’s car. It was already on the move and she could tell where he was heading. Making use of her keen senses, she checked the air and the roads ahead. Then she zoomed off, leaving Russel behind as she ran a parameter through the very route he would take. When she was sure that there was nothing in sight, she zoomed back to Russel.

“You can go home, but you never told me why you are here or why you refused to pick my calls earlier. And also, why didn't I heal as before?” she stated. Adrenaline pumped into his blood streams in an instant and cold sweat broke out of his skin. He lowered his gaze and unconsciously took a step away from her, but she noticed his movement and smelt his fear enough. Another suspicion grew inside of her as her heart hardened and the thought of him doing wrong against her made her demons go into a fit of rage.

“What is it?” she questioned with a hard voice and took a step closer to him.

“Nothing,” he responded and shut his eyes back up at her in his bid to hide the secret he had. She was so hot tempered even towards him, and he feared what that anger could lead to if she found out the wrong he had done.

“Russel,” Aziza growled at him, her suspicions growing.

“Aziza,” he sighed and took a deep breath, exhaled and stared deep into her eyes for a few seconds.

“I don’t know why you didn’t heal.”

“Then why are you so scared?” she sighed seeing through his lies. He was trying so hard to hide the fact that he was frightened of her and he was only that frightened when he had done something worth being angry about. Russel looked away from her as he tried too hard to look for a word to say, anything that would help him escape from what was coming.

“Vanessa,” Damon’s voice came to her ears from a distance and her heart skipped. Not just because he had said a word, she had a sensitive ear but because of the tone in which he had called out that name. It was no longer cold or hostile, it was neither overbearing or dry. It was soft, gentle and calm. Like he had a lot of affection for that woman in ways she had not realised yet. But it was more because that tone had only been used on her or the woman he believed to be Ivy.

“Could he?” her thoughts asked her and pain seared in her heart. The thought of Damon smiling with others and speaking so softly with them suddenly felt very aggravating for her. she moved away from Russel, and turned to the direction Damon had headed to.

“We can continue this later,” she said to her uncle and without waiting for a reply, she zoomed off.

She was fast enough to catch up with the fleet of cars that moved in straight lines. Damon said nothing anymore, nothing she heard at least. And it was deadly silence even with the drunk Vanessa right beside him. with the intention to drop her off at home, he rode with his guards and her guards to her house. A beautiful mansion that was located in one of the most beautiful and serene parts of the city sat idly and beautifully as they rode their cars into the building. Aziza found a safe and close spot to watch from and she watched earnestly as the car finally came to a halt. More guards surrounded the building, and they looked trained, qualified and very well built even with the suits they wore. A hundred of them scattered the building and still managed to remain in an orderly manner as they carried out their job. The guards Vanessa had was simply too much for her, but what could be expected of a senator’s daughter.

Before Damon could come down from the car, some staff from the house had come out to welcome her. All dressed in a pink uniform, male and female, they lined up by the side of the cars, undermining how late it was at night and waited for their madam to step down from the car. But for a long time, she didn’t. Instead, Damon had stepped out from the other side of the car himself. The staff froze when they saw him. With a serious look on his face and his presence doing justice to the very thing people said about him, no one dared to move but he ignored them and walked to the other part of the car. Gently opening the door, he stooped low to the door’s height. Vanessa had fallen asleep muttering things to him and he could not afford to wake her up. So, carrying her to her bedroom was the best option. His hand went underneath her legs and the other found its way to her back, then he carried her out and turned to the staff. Seeing her, they bowed even when they could see that their madam was fast asleep in the arms of a very powerful man.

“Take me to her room,” he ordered when they were done showing their respect. Instantly, they turned around and he followed them into the building. The house was big enough to contain a lot of people, it was well furnished and the wealth and money put into it could be perceived all over. They led him towards the stairs and he followed with the sleeping Vanessa held rather gently in his arms. For the type of man he was perceived to be, he actually held her like she was a very expensive bottle just like the wine Aziza had drunk and he would not want that to break.

On the top of a building, Aziza watched him ascend the stairs with the woman in his arms. Her demons pushed her, they growled at her, they cried even with jealous rage and bitterness over seeing their mate with another woman. But this time, she forced all the feelings of rage and jealousy like she had always done. And forced herself to look even when her heart was in her throat. He took her upstairs and direct to her bedroom. The staff who directed him, watched him walk in with their madam in awe. Damon Roxwell was right before him, yet it was still very unbelievable especially with the good and bad reputation he had. He was simply a man who had no time for drinks or women such as his madam, but then again, he had unintentionally caused the death of her father and could be feeling guilty about it. Just as he watched the man, the other staff that remained by the door watched him too. Since he stepped down from the car, he had only said a few words to them. Just a few yet his silence had spoken enough. Enough to confirm that what they had heard about Damon Roxwell was true and correct.

He gently placed Vanessa on the bed and watched as she mumbled incoherent words to him. Aziza stared at him and wondered what he would do next? He was in her bedroom, anything could happen. But just as quickly as the thought plagued her mind and resurrected the emotions she had only just tucked away, she pushed it off and shook her head. He was only a prince, someone important, the one to rule the supes, the one to help her grant her revenge and nothing more. There was no feeling attached and there would never be one, not even with the mate bond.

Damon adjusted her hand and legs just to be sure that she was in a comfortable position, then he moved away. The only connection he had with Vanessa was a dead father who had received a bullet meant for him. And for that, he felt sorry for her. Most especially because he had seen how they both loved each other and expressed it. But aside that, she was still a stranger to him and that was how he would prefer they remained. The moment he stepped away, a staff member came forward then she started taking off Vanessa’s shoes while Damon turned around and walked away.

Relief filled Aziza’s heart when she saw him walk out of the house and just as quickly, she did a turn, a quick check on the route he was going to take just to make sure that nothing happened to him. When she saw that it was secure, she went back and watched him enter his car.

Damon’s heart relaxed when he found himself going home. The day had been a very unproductive day yet he felt like he did so much when he did almost nothing. But that was not the reason his bones in his body relaxed. Finally, being alone, he had felt her gaze on his skin, sharper than ever and not only did it make him excited and happy, it helped him relax. Just by knowing that she was close by.

The ride back home was a few minutes longer, but they got home and he went upstairs to his room to change up and shower. Aziza tried not to look at him as he took off his clothes, yet her eyes lingered, just for a little that she could see his chest and arm. Then she forcefully pulled her gaze away.

Damon finished taking his bath and came looking fresh, then he stared out into the night. It was cool, calm and the complete opposite of his red hair. The thought of her made him smile, and a certain longing filled his heart.

“Would you want to join me for dinner?” his thoughts asked, unsure that she would hear him. But willing to try.

The sudden question had made Aziza feel flustered and the pit of her stomach burned with a familiar feeling. A small smile broke out of the corner of her lips and her heart warmed up as well. Her reasonable side, the cold side, had asked her to remain put in where she stood but the way he had called out to her made her zoom right past his guards, his staff and straight for his room like a flash.

“Good, I’m hungry,” she said and Damon turned around swiftly. A smile appeared on his lips and it grew wider at the familiar and beautiful sight before him.

“You came?” he asked.

“I watch you every day, try asking me out for dinner more often, it isn’t that easy to watch a full-grown man like you,” she retorted dryly and he smiled even more. The sight of the smile on his lips made her heart flutter and once again the memories of a girl wanting a boy so bad resurfaced in her thoughts.

A piercing pain struck the middle of her head in an instance. She groaned inwardly and bent down with her hands to her knees.

“Are you okay?” Damon started towards her worriedly. But the pain had disappeared just as it came and she got up to her full height.

“Yes,” she said and accessed herself but the pain was truly gone.

“Are you sure?” he persuaded and she flashed him a glare.

“I’m Azi.….”

“Ahhh,” the pain struck again, this time ten times worse than before. then it spread all over her body, reaching her chest so fast, it burned like hell. It immediately took over her body and fear gripped her when the familiar feeling hit her.