Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 95

Chapter95.

The next morning.

The weather was beautiful, not a cloud in the sky.

At the Evans‘ villa, Alex, dressed in a suit, his short hair meticulously styled, put on his designer watch, sprayed cologne, impeccably and formally dressed, grabbed his ID and prepared for the paperwork as he headed downstairs.

Skylar was tapping away at some game on her phone when she glanced up at him. “Woah, someone’s looking sharp today. Going on a date?”

“Getting married,” Alex replied casually.

Skylar scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, right. What a joke to start the day.”

Alex walked over to the sofa, bracing himself with his hands on the edge.“I’m dead serious. Listen up, after today, Aubrey Hayes is your sister–in–law. You better show her some respect, got it? Mess with her, you mess with me, understand?”

Skylar flinched, her fingers freezing mid–tap, eyes wide. “Wait… are you serious? You’re marrying Aubrey Hayes?”

Alex smirked, patting her head.“Yeah, she asked me to elope yesterday, and I said yes.”

“Why?” Skylar tossed her phone aside, kneeling on the sofa, turning to face him.“Isn’t she in love with Damon?”

“You gotta use a little finesse to win a woman over. You’ll learn from your big bro eventually.”

“Then teach me, bro. Help me get Damon.”

“You should really find another guy. Damon’s got too much integrity for that kind of thing. He sees you as a sister, and that’s all you’ll ever be to him.”

“Whatever.” Skylar rolled her eyes, settling back into her seat, grabbing her phone, and diving back into her game. Fingers flying, she muttered, Just go already.”

Alex gave the back of her head a nudge.“Always goofing off. All you do is play games as soon as you wake up. You’re hopeless.”

With that, he headed for the door.

“You’re the hopeless one.” Skylar watched the game she’d just lost flash on the screen, thoroughly annoyed, and muttered insults at his retreating back

Then, she grabbed her phone, snapped a pic of his back, and posted it on social media.

Caption: My bro’s off to marry his dream girl.

A sprawling, classic estate.

Thousands of square feet, inhabited by Damon alone.

The groundskeepers and cleaning staff were all hourly workers; no one lived on the premises.

Tracy Blackwood’s car pulled up to the main gate. Sensors triggered the lock, and the iron gates slowly swung open as she floored the accelerator, speeding into the compound.

The car screeched to a halt in the front yard, right in front of the main hall. Tracy leaped out and sprinted towards the side building.

She ran, breathless, along the winding, antique wood–carved corridor. Bursting to Damon’s bedroom door, she pounded on it.“Damon…. wake up!

Damon?”

Silence.

She twisted the handle, found it unlocked, and pushed the door open, rushing inside.

The massive room was spotless, spacious, and filled with light. Damon was sprawled haphazardly across the bed, still in the same shirt and pants from last night, not even having kicked off his shoes.

Empty liquor bottles littered the floor at the foot of the bed.

She stormed over, angrily kicking the bottles aside. Grabbing his collar with both hands, she yanked him upright. “Damon, wake up! How much did you drink? How can you be this wasted?”

Damon’s eyes fluttered open, a faint smile playing on his lips as he mumbled in a hoarse voice, “Aubrey…”

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Tracy, still clutching his collar, shook him back and forth. “Wake up! Wake up and look at me! It’s me, your sister Tracy. Aubrey is getting married

“Aubrey…” Damon mumbled with a bitter laugh, hanging his head and muttering wearily, “Don’t you have work this early?”

“If you don’t have to work, why would I?” Tracy released his collar. “Is Aubrey really marrying Alex?”

Damon slumped back, collapsing onto the bed, slowly raising an arm to cover his bloodshot eyes, and responded softly, “Yeah.”

“Alex is going to the City Hall with Aubrey to get married.” Tracy pulled out her phone and opened Skylar’s Moments.

This time, Damon heard her very clearly.

He bolted upright, instantly awake, his bloodshot eyes filled with alarm.

Tracy handed him the phone. He took it, glanced at Skylar’s Moments, tossed the phone onto the bed, and raced out.

“Damon, wait for me!”

Tracy grabbed the phone from the bed and ran after him.

Damon reached the front yard and saw Tracy’s car, which was closer than the garage. He was frantic and didn’t have time to get his car from the garage, so he turned to Tracy, who was running up, and said, “Give me the car keys.”

Tracy pulled out the keys, clutching them tightly in her hand.“What time did you stop drinking last night?”

“I don’t know, three or four in the morning, maybe? I can’t remember.” Damon gasped, his face a mask of frantic urgency as he practically screamed, “There’s no time for this! Just give me the keys!”

“No way, you haven’t been sober long enough. You’re still technically driving under the influence.” Tracy shoved him aside, unlocked the car, and slid into the driver’s seat.“Get in. I’m driving you to the City Hall.”

“Okay.” Damon didn’t hesitate for a second. He raced around the front of the car, jumped into the passenger seat, and yanked the seatbelt across his

chest.

Tracy started the engine and sped out of the courtyard.

As the car sped away, the gates swung shut with an automated click, locking them securely.

To the left of the gates, a sign was mounted on the wall. Three words were emblazoned upon it:[Blackwood Crescent].

The city streets were a gridlock of cars, morning traffic at its worst.

For Damon, every second was agonizing. He rolled down the window, letting the morning air rush in, hoping it would clear the alcohol fumes clinging

o him.

His elbow rested on the window frame, his face a mask of grim determination. Bloodshot eyes, red–rimmed, betrayed the toll of the past two days and nights a picture of haggard, weary desperation.

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Drive faster,” Damon’s voice was a sharp, urgent command.

There’s a speed limit on the main roads, Damon!” Tracy retorted, exasperated.

Step on the gas, Tracy. Faster.”

Tracy accelerated as much as she safely could, glancing at Damon.

How could her bright and sunny brother have let himself fall apart like this?

He was now a picture of desolation: haggard, aged, anxious, and mournful–a truly fallen man.

Her brother had never wanted for anything growing up; he was talented, strikingly handsome, and the envy of everyone.

et, he was utterly defeated by love.

She was genuinely afraid that her exceptional brother would be driven mad by a love he couldn’t have.

io, she wanted to help him salvage this relationship without any regrets.

Even if it couldn’t be saved, she hoped her brother could completely let go

of the past and start anew.

she floored the accelerator, reaching the City Hall as quickly as possible.

Even before the car came to a complete stop, she spotted Aubrey and Alex’s silhouettes in the distance, meeting in front of the City Hall across the

treet.

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“It’s Aubrey,” Tracy exclaimed excitedly.

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“Tracy, stop the car.” Damon yanked off his seatbelt, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on the pair across the street.

Before the car even screeched to a halt, Damon had yanked open the door, startling Tracy.“Damon, don’t be so reckless! Safety first,” she snapped, annoyed.

Damon was beyond hearing.

He bolted from the car, rounded the hood, and roared Aubrey’s name across the street.“Aubrey Hayes!”

At the sound of his voice, Aubrey and Alex both spun around.

Across the street, Damon’s eyes burned into them as he sprinted towards them like a man possessed.

From Aubrey’s vantage point, she saw a car barreling down the street. Panic seized her.“Damon, stop! Don’t run!” she screamed.

Her words hung in the air.

Then came the sickening thud of impact, followed by screeching tires. A car had slammed into Damon, sending him flying across the road. He landed in a motionless heap.

“Damon!” Tracy shrieked, completely losing it as she scrambled out of the car.

“Damon!” Aubrey’s blood turned to ice. It felt like her heart had absorbed the full force of the impact. A searing pain ripped through her, leaving her feeling shattered. She choked out his name and ran towards him as he lay bleeding on the ground.

Alex paled, fumbling for his phone to dial 911 as he rushed to catch up with her.

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