Damien stood up, went over to the sofa, and lit a cigarette.
Clarissa frowned and waved a hand to disperse the smoke. “How many times have I told you to stop smoking? You never listen to me.”
“Are you nagging at me?” He narrowed his eyes at her.
“Whatever. There are plenty of people who get lung cancer from smoking, anyway. Also, your teeth will turn yellow.” She slowly got dressed.
Damien stubbed out the cigarette. He looked like he wasn’t too attached to smoking, but Clarissa knew it wasn’t that easy for regular smokers to stop. They craved nicotine, and they generally wouldn’t be able to stop themselves from smoking. Damien didn’t seem to be like that, though. Instead of being controlled by the cigarettes, he seemed to be the one controlling them.
People always said that those who were truly powerful wouldn’t allow themselves to fall prey to addiction. It was obvious he was like that.
Why couldn’t he control his sex addiction, then?
“Since it’s so easy for you to stop smoking, why can’t you do something about your addiction to sex?” Clarissa was suddenly interested in this. She sat on the bed and looked at him.
“Why would I want to swear off a great thing?”
“Then…” She narrowed her eyes. “I guess that means you didn’t abstain from it for the three years that I was away.”
Damien looked at her like she was his prey. “What, are you checking up on me? I abstained, alright!”
She sat up straight. “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t swear it off?”
“I can’t swear it off now. Are you happy to hear that? Do you have any more questions?”
Clarissa lay down again and pulled the quilt over her head. For some inexplicable reason, her heart was racing. She knew he never lied—he felt that lying was beyond him.
When she finally pulled the quilt down, she was shocked. Damien was sitting right next to her.
He stroked her face. “Looks like I won’t be able to fulfill your wish this time.”
“Why?” She didn’t really know what he was referring to.
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