237: Fuck Love.

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Davids' P. O. V

Damien placed his hands on the table, tapping on it, trying to come up with a rhythm but everything was not making any sense. It was just useless because there was nothing out of the rhythm. I didn't know what was going on in his head, what I couldn't believe is how he went ahead to date a girl that looks the same as Clara. All in the name fucking love? I doubt that. There must be something that made him do that and that's not love. I bet he even doesn't love the girl to start with.

              "What do you mean by single again?"

Rose was pretending to be busy with his food but I knew very well he was eavesdropping. He will use it later against me and try to make me question what I gave as advice. 

Damien looked at him and cleared his voice.

"If you guys want me to leave, I can do that, but sorry, I have nowhere to go you know," said Rose giving his puppy eyes.

He just wants to listen to our conversation and has nothing to do with having nowhere to go. 

I hated getting nannies to look after him because they are not sure about what Rose wanted and what he doesn't want. You will come back and they will tell you he spent the whole day sleeping in his room but I knew what he will be doing, texting the whole time trying to figure out when I will be back home.

So I prefer having him with me whether I am going far or not or I let him stay with my parents because they love him very much.

"Can we go to your media house maybe, he will find something to do instead of sitting here and doing nothing," I told Damien and he nodded. 

Finished with our meal, Rose ordered for buggers take away, I knew where we were heading with this. He wants to make sure he gets the weekend treat because we only get buggers on weekends. I never cook anything on weekends. 

"Don't look at me like that, if you don't want me to know anything about your sorrowful moments, I would rather stuff my mouth with buggers and keep quiet," said Rose when Damien was busy glancing at him.

"Are you serious with him? Is he always this intimidating?" Asked Damien.

I looked at Rose and he glared at me, I couldn't say anything so I just gave the, 'I don't know the look.'

"So let me ask you an honest question, is that your girlfriend?" Asked Rose while we were in the car.

I just hope Damien is not getting bored because Rose will want answers and nothing else. 

"Davids, can you tell me again how he knew about Clara because I don't remember meeting Rose. He and I didn't talk about Clara," asked Damien in an irritated voice.

"Here, she is on social media dude," said Rose before I could answer anything.

Damien placed his hands over his head as he looked at the page. They never deleted the page and that is what I could find closest to Damien because I didn't know anything about his new social media and I was not on any of them.

"Fuck!" He cursed giving Rose the phone back.

"Man, I am here and that's not fair, you better show me the coolest thing in your office or you pay me fifty dollars for being a bad person," claimed Rose. 

"What now? Davids, you don't curse in the house nowadays?" Asked Damien.

I shook my head because that was the truth, I didn't want Rose getting influenced but turns out from his former foster home, they used to swear a lot because he had it in the first two months that we met. 

Arriving at the company, imagine my surprise, Clinton our high school blogger was in there, did he search for them and brought them here to help with the news anchoring?

"Rose, you can walk anywhere here, the kids' modelling room is on your left so if you make them happy and have a good talk, they will pick you, I know they have a casting today," said Damien and Rose walked off, with his burgers, one in hand and the other one in a bag. 

Damien assured me that no one could kidnap him inside the building and a lot of security guards were loyal and they can't be corrupt to kidnap him. 

We walked off to his office. It was beautiful, more than just a male occupied room. The colours were a mixture of girlish and boyish but they were all beautiful to me. On the wall, there were paintings of two people but you couldn't see their faces because it was just a picture taken from their back but had been repainted darker. 

Taking a second look at the pictures and the general outlook of the office, it had a lady's touch, nothing here was done all masculine, there must be a female involved in this, I hope it's not the girl with Clara's look. 

Damien was in his seat, just tapping again and not even looking at what I was doing, placing both of his legs on top of the table like the I don't carer boss he is, he let the transparent windows run translucent and there was the fine breeze from the window with some cool jazz music coming from the system. 

"Seriously, Damien, are you okay?" I asked.

"Does it matter? I don't think man, but what do they say about a man? Let's take you, for example, I bet you are afraid to live with your parents because you don't want them looking down on you or feeling pity for you man, I am also on the same line. I miss her, though she messed things up for me, I still miss her and is that bad to say?" 

I watched his voice while talking about missing 'her,' it's not like I didn't know who he missed. It's Clara. That is the girl he misses and the only person he would dare miss. 

I walked to the table and sat at the edge. My legs were supported by the seat that was next to it.

"So, all this work, is this Clara or that copycat?" I was being sarcastic and I knew it. 

"We had plans, some big plans. Now, look at me, I have all we had planned for but look at me, I have it all don't you think?" He asked. 

Fuck, he was going to cry and I don't know how I am going to do this. I knew Damien, would not shed a tear for you to see but right now, I am seeing those tears falling from his eyes. 

"All this is what we wanted. We had it planned out man. Right now, she is not here and I can't bring myself to look for Clara and bring her back here. I want her at the same time, me, I fucking hate her for what she did man, who could she do that to me? I mean I loved her, we had everything and sje fucking lied about everything, it's like whatever we had was just a joke to her man, can you imagine that?"

I was in the same boat, I didn't want to tell him that. I don't know anything about Clara. No one does, not even the friends she had while in high school. No one knows about their home. The only prom who knew about their home passed on and if someone knew where she was they could save this dying soul here.

I looked at the picture again. Though it was repainted darker and a lot of colours added, it was still a picture of Clara, Damen was holding her back while she lay facing him. I didn't need to think twice to know that this was the picture the took while they went on vacation.

"Why did you paint it again?" I asked.

"My uncle couldn't stand hearing Clara or her name so had to do everything possible to make it invincible, I had to repaint it and make it look like any other normal couple and not me and Clara. If by any chance I mention Clara's name to my old man, he is furious and wants nothing to do with it "

I know Mr Marcus. His hotel is now big but he didn't leave Savannah, he is still staying there. I just haven't gotten an opportunity to speak to him though we are always in a meeting because I invested in his restaurant. I know he loves Damien and would want him to be happy. Maybe I should get some time to visit him.

Though I still don't get why he would go around looking for blondies.

"Can you tell me about your copycat?" I asked.

"She is just some girl who decided to blond her hair, she came in for the modelling and all I saw was Clara. She didn't have blond hair that time, it was all black and I told her she couldn't get an opportunity because she was not a blondie. I just wanted to see some blond hair and some cute cheeky face that looks like Clara and I would fall for that. That is what I have been doing man. It's not like I am happy or what? I just wanted to see someone who looks like Clara for once and I thought she was the one but I was wrong, she was nothing like Clara, I spent my money on her and she wanted to fucking tie me down with marriage, I won't be surprised if she says that she is pregnant."

I looked at Damien and chuckled. Lok how love can turn you into an asshole and a stupid mongoose. He was just looking for blondies? Man, Clara might have given him heaven.

"Did you manage to do some cultivation?" I asked sounding cheeky.

"Fuck man, I didn't, I knew I was of age but Claire is underaged, she was not eighteen, you wanted me to be jailed?" He asked throwing the pen in his hands.

"What if she has a baby and has been married?" 

"Fuck, I will still want her man, maybe if I see her I will know if it's an obsession or just love."

                   Fuck Love, where is Rose.

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