Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 45

"Is it too early to go there?"

Damien sat up in his foam bed. Waking up, his mind was clouded and stalked by the invitation to the LUGAL ET AGIANO.

Suddenly, there came a knock on his door.

"Who's it?"

He called, but instead of a response, the knock grew louder and fiercer.

"Who could it be?"

Damien was reluctant to get up from the bed. He looked around his room. The room was relatively empty. Aside the foam bed, there was really nothing else occupying the vacant places.

He hadn't really been passionate about making more furnitures. He had other plans. Having the store of gold bars at his disposal, he only needed to find a yacht or some big ship. He wasn't sure yet how soon he would return to Las Vegas. But he needed to find out the distance and make some random but basic enquires too.

The knock on the door kicked him out of the thoughts and he jumped up.

"Who wouldn't let me sleep in peace?"

He opened the door. His jaws dropped at who was standing at the door. AYISHA.

WHAT DOES SHE WANT? WHY DID SHE COME ALONE?

There was no point thinking about unnecessary things when the answer was right there before him.

"What's the matter?"

"Good morning."

She greeted instead. Damien felt bad for hitting her with words in that manner, but he wasn't ready to take a responsibility for it.

"Is anything the matter?"

He rebranded the question. The girl shook her head softly. Her gaze soft and mild.

THEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? STOP GIVING ME THAT LOOK.

He thought. She came on.

"I want to have some words with you."

SOME WORDS? WHAT COULD SHE POSSIBLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT?

He couldn't really place the thoughts.

"Is that it?"

She nodded slowly. She didn't really seem surprised by how indifferent Damien was.

"I don't think I can talk now. Let's talk later. I have something to do."

He paused then softened his tone,

"Go tell the rest that they should get ready, and dress the best way they could. We've been invited to a feast."

"A feast?"

She quizzed.

"You'll figure out for yourself when we all get there."

She nodded then turned to leave.

"Ten minutes! Else I will go without you guys."

She took a glance at him again, her beautiful eyes blinking, then looked away. A memory of her soft lips smacking against his, zoomed across his mind.

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT FOOL!!!

He shook the thoughts off and closed the door. He pressed his back to the door and took a deep breath. He wanted to do some thinking.

MAYBE SHE HAS A REASON FOR KEEPING A DISTANCE. SHE DOESN'T SEEM LIKE SHE HOLDS A GRUDGE AGAINST ME.

He looked away to a corner of the room where a big table was sitting.

BUT SHE WANTS TO TALK. WHAT COULD IT BE ABOUT?

He away from the position.

WHY DO I EVEN HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT WHAT SHE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT? SHE SHOULD BE THE JUMPY ONE, NOT ME. I DIDN'T WRONG HER!

He decided to drown the thoughts and get prepared. After few minutes, he was ready. He decided to wait some more minutes. Then he got tired of waiting and walked out of the room.

Walking into the big sitting room, he saw the girls laughing and chatting. Some of them dressing, some singing, some dancing.

"What the fuck, bro."

He walked briskly to them. As soon as they saw him, they stopped everything they were doing. Damien felt proud. Does that mean that they now respect him. That was the only way he could explain their reaction when they saw him.

But he was mad. Mad that while he was patiently waiting for them, they were busy fooling themselves?

He wanted to speak, but he realized that if he opened his mouth, he would not only lambaste them but say things that might ruin their mood. He didn't want to do that. At least not today.

If he was to make them pay for all they had done, he had wiser plans. He wouldn't be as petty as they were. After all, he was a man.

He looked from one girl to the other. Claire also was there. He couldn't explain what the change of mood was all about. Now she was all lively and agile?

Instead of saying a thing, he walked briskly past , and outside of the building.

"Did we make him mad?"

"He's never reacted like this before."

"Won't he take us with him anymore?"

"How would we know where he's going to?"

"Should we call him and beg him?"

Allison left the rest of the girls complaining and rushed after Damien, Jada followed her.

"Damien, Damien..."

She called repeatedly till Damien couldn't help but stop. But he didn't turn. Allison got to him, running to stand at his front. Jada joined.