Chapter 3

"Elizabeth"

I felt like my heart stopped; the strong hands around my waist got tighter as if I were clinging on to something and didn't want to think of letting go.

I was stuck in his hold and wasn't sure if I should break out and run away, but that decision was stupid because it would make him wake up. Either that or I waited for the light to be brought back on and still got caught.

My heart started beating so fast as I thought of ways to squeeze myself out of this unwanted situation I found myself in.

"Elizabeth," he snuggled in closer, tightening his hold on me. It was now that I decided to make a run for it; it would be better if I wasn't caught than to be found on the bed with a man whose wife died a month and a week ago.

I started with the fist, then slowly I freed myself. I was already close to the door when the light was brought back on. I paused, my heart thumping, and slowly pushed the door open. "What are you doing?" I heard a voice ask when I was just a foot away.

I made a 180-degree turn to face him, Damon; he was wide awake like he hadn't been sleeping before.

"I ask again, what are you doing?" His eyebrows furrowed, waiting for my response. I had no response. I too can't explain how I wound up in his room; I was simply mistaken, and that was all.

"Nothing," I replied with a shaky voice.

His eyes squinted. "You expect me to believe you were doing nothing in my room. I ask again, What were you doing?" He removed the blanket covering him and stood up, but he didn't bother coming close to me.

"There was a blackout." I gave my response, hoping it would sound pleasing to his ears.

"A blackout?" He looked up at the lights that were on, and nothing seemed amiss. "If truly there was a blackout, what makes you think that my room was the safest place to stay when it's dark?"

I swallowed hard. It wasn't my intention to end up in his room, and I already explained that, so why is he making it such a big deal?

"Priscilla! Priscilla!!" Beatriz called out; it was the perfect way to get out of this situation.

"I am really sorry." I ran out of his room and ran down to where I was called. Beatriz held my hand and led me to the dinner table.

"Where have you been? I know the house is quite big, so it is possible you got lost. Wait here, let me go get Damon; he returned earlier, and I am sure he hasn't had anything to eat," she said swiftly before taking the stairs up to Damon's room.

I felt uneasy. I am Damon. We were both in an awkward situation a minute ago, and now things were about to get...

"He said he isn't hungry; go on, dear, the baby needs his food," Beatriz said, trying to force out a smile. I could tell Damon was just being rude to her now.

I felt pity for her. I don't think I would be able to bear it if my son acted out the way Damon does, but the case here was different. I just knew this family and wasn't sure who was in the wrong, but either Damon had no right to treat his mother in such a manner.

I sighed.

The next morning, I woke up with a painful headache after spending my time feeling sorry for Beatriz. My feet paused when I saw Damon eating at the table alongside his mother, who was chatting all the way.

"Priscilla, come have breakfast with us." Beatriz beckoned for me to come to the table. I looked at Damon as I approached the table. He was so focused on his phone that Beatriz had to point out that it was bad manners.

I pulled out a seat and sat on it. "What would you have, dear?" Beatriz asked nicely. There was lots of food on this table that I wasn't craving, but it would be wrong to decline it even though I was actually craving pancakes.

"I will have anything," I said, taking out a slice of bread from the tray.

Beatriz turned her focus to the newspaper she was just given by a maid; she looked at it so intently, as did Damon with his phone. I was the only one following the table manners rule.

"Damon, dear, did you hear Alicia is back from China? How about we offer her a marriage proposal? You can't stay single."

Damon's dropped his fork on the ceramic plate so dramatically, you would think this was a movie. "One month..... It's only been one month since Elizabeth died; do you think it's easy to move on? She was my wife and my life! If you think getting me married again is the best idea right now, then don't call me down for breakfast because you make me lose my appetite so fast." He dragged out his chair and stormed off, making his mother follow him at his back.

I too lost my appetite; I was beginning to rethink my decision to come to this house, which was in no way worth it.

I went back to my room and decided to call my mom; she was the only one who could get rid of my pain right now.

We spoke for quite a long time before she told me it was time for her nap. Before I hung up, I still missed her, and a phone call to her was just not enough; I wanted to see her.

The whole house was boring, and the atmosphere was gloomy. I decided to go into the study, and when I was in there with Damon, I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf.

I am a true lover of romantic novels; they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and the gracefulness of the female, but one thing that all romantic plots lack is that they are all the same; there hasn't been anything new, but who cares? While I checked the bookshelf, I noticed a couple of erotica novels there. You should know that I am very happy.

While I scanned the bookshelf, a book that looked like a diary fell. I picked it up to see its owner, and it turns out it belongs to Elizabeth. I read the first lines, and that isn't how a diary starts. I continued reading in case I found any secrets about your family that I could become familiar with.

The book.... It was filled with sexual fantasies, one of which turned me on even in my state. Was Elizabeth writing a book? One that didn't have her husband's name on it.