You can play with fire all you want—just don't be surprised when it burns you."
Trina's POV
I tossed in bed for probably the hundredth time all night.
I couldn't even get any sleep no matter how hard I tried. Funny , I was supposed to be worried about the wedding date being set so soon. All that evaded my thoughts, All I could think of was, Damian.
I could still remember the jolt of electricity I felt as he placed his hand on my side. Sure, I had been touched, hugged even had my fair share of relationships but this was different. I for the first time wasn't in control
I stared and stood transfixed. I knew for a fact that If anything had gone further I would not have stopped it. What did that mean for me?
Why was this happening? I could not start feeling some type of way whenever he touched me. That would go against the entire plan. But I didn't like him one bit. If I had to be frank, I really hated his guts.
But why did his touch affect me that much?
I sat and stared confused on my bed. I wasn't one to easily be seduced but, here this man was, getting me all worked up at the mere sight of him. I needed to do everything to avoid Damian. He wasn't good for me.
Even if he had to be my husband, I still had to make sure no boundaries would be crossed.
I felt sure I was in control of everything. I teased him feeling like I won but suddenly, he flipped the switch. He just wanted to hang that he had a bit of power over me. I needed to show him I wasn't going to easily carve.
After all, this was just a game to him, I might as well play it well. From the little I learnt about Damian, he seemed like he loved to be in control of everything. I remembered the look on his face as he locked me in a gaze. He sure must have felt he could control me
I needed to show the control freak who was in control. I was going to make him so misrable.
But, I wondered, why did the way he stared at me make me loose all sense of power?
Why did his gaze make a shiver run though my spine?
I asked myself. 'Trina, this isn't good.' I concluded.
I had to win this fight.
I decided to dress up to start my day. I picked up my phone as I walked into the bathroom. I wanted to listen to music at least to sooth my self.
But why was he like this, I silently asked myself as I was doing my skincare. I couldn't seem to understand him which was weird. I was an expert at reading people but why was it so hard to read my so called husband to be. It was like a Veil covered my view of his true self but I knew for certain, whoever he was beneath the surface, I was going to expose it.
I quickly finish up as I decided on a sundress to wear. It was floral and short. It looked good on me and was free enough to make me comfortable.
I made my way down the staircase leading to the living room. I expected the usual quietness but I could notice the slight murmur and what seemed to be hushed conversations. What could have been happening.
The living room came into view as I notice my mother with an assistant holding an Ipad. I still stood confused. What was going on. I didn't need to think for long as I noticed Damian at the back corner with my dad having a serious conversation. His handsome face creased with frown lines I figured whatever they where saying mist have been important.
Then it clicked.
I was getting married in six weeks.
The thought hit me I couldn't do anything, that was why he came yesterday, that was why the house seemed busy. They where all planning for a wedding
"Trina. My darling, come here I have good news. You are getting married in six weeks." Mum called out with a bright smile on her face. Had she forgotten we were still not on speaking terms." The stylists would be coming in soon. You need a perfect dress. Leave all other preparations to me, daughter." She said I'm sure she was ecstatic to plan a party.
"Good morning mum." I said solemnly. I didn't want this so why would they expect me to be smily and happy. I walked down to take my seat on the chair opposite her.
I wanted listening to whatever they where rambling about. I was trying to think when suddenly my gaze landed on Damian.
He looked so calm like last night never happened. He looked in my direction as if acknowledging my presence before looking back at my father.
Really, he just practically ignored me. Well that was big of him. He was practically all over my face last night if I could recall vividly.
He was such a dickhead. It seemed I imagined or cooked up whatever happened in my head because, he didn't look at me like we almost shared a kiss last night. Here I was huffing , tossing and worrying all for a man I didn't even matter to
I huffed.
If he was going to act unaffected then two could play the game.
Today, I wasn't going to allow any plans my parents and Damian spend yesterday discussing affect me. I left them yesterday after seeing they where deep into planning.
I was in my room staring at myself in the mirror when I heard a curt knock.
I didn't want to entertain anyone but did I have a choice.
"Come in." I answered softly waiting for whoever it was to walk in. Mum came in with a smug smile. I tried to ignore the fact that she was giddy all day yesterday when she was planning for a wedding she knew I didn't want.
"Good morning, my love. Your dad asked me to drop this invitation with you " she said as I noticed the card she was holding. She handed it over to me. Watching me open it. "it is going to be your first official outing as a couple."
I was pissed. I didn't even try to glance at the content it was just another stupid party. Another night if playing the doting fiancee filled with loads of fake smiles. The thought of it made me tired
" Thank you mum " I said out of respect. I couldn't just stare at her this whole wedding strained our relationship all the more. I couldn't talk to her about anything before this made it all worse.
" The press would be there. Every important name in the industry would be watching." She said which made me pause. If people where going to be watching it was my time to create drama
Oh Damian, You really don't know what you got yourself into.
As I walk into the venue I knew for a fact I didn't make any mistake in picking my dress. It sure was going to make a statement as the gold embellishments swept the carpets. Cameras flash from all angles as I feel Damian arm around my waist as we walk in. His hand resting on the open cut out on her side. One feeling she was trying to ignore.
"Smile." He murmured in my ear, low and infuriatingly smooth. "Unless, you want the world to think you are unhappy with our engagement."
I hate how his touch made me shiver. I tried to ignore and show him how unaffected I was.
I turned to face him in a charade of fixing his tie and whispered. "Oh, I'm thrilled, darling. But you should be careful, you might start to enjoy this."
As the event went on I was starting to enjoy it at least until it was time for the couple dance.
I knew I would have to dance with him if we wanted to continue painting our very in love picture. I didn't need anyone to tell me he was thinking the same thing as he strides towards me.
He pulled me in as the music started, gently placing his hands in the appropriate places. Someone took ballroom classes. I thought making me smile a little
I couldn't afford to get lost in it it was all for show. We were doing this for the cameras I reminded myself.
We didn't say a word. I coui feel the tension envelope us in the room. Our movement remained slow as I noticed him pull me in a bit closer. There was no space left between us at this point.
I looked up to meet his eyes already on me. For the first time, there was no arrogance. He just had a dark and unreadable expression I really wanted to know what this man was thinking. It made me curious and willing to get closer to burn myself.
I didn't like this feeling. It wasn't good for me.
As the music came to an end, I let him go running like I had to get away before he consumed me.
I escaped to the balcony needing air. I held the rails wondering why he affected me so much. I felt the warm air envelope me. I smelt the muskiness of his perfume.
He was here.
I expected smugness or his usual sarcastic remarks but all I was met with was quietness.
Unexplainable silence. As if this wasn't weird enough already.
"You keep running." He says with his voice unreadable.
I slowly looked up at him. "And you keep following." I scoffed.
He stepped closer, his presence too much for me to ignore. "Tell me, Trina when does this stop being a game for you?"
My breath catches. I wasn't expecting that. I was supposed to have an answer. A clever remark, but I didn't.
That terrified me.