Chapter 28: Indulgences and Internal Conflicts, 28.
The moment Damián arrived at the building where he lived, the doorman stopped him, blocking his path with an energetic gesture.
"Mr. Lyon-Bowes, there is a package here for you. It was delivered a few minutes before your arrival," the doorman informed me in a solemn tone.
Damián nodded, his curious gaze fixed on the package resting on the reception counter. He reached out and took it, feeling the weight and the smooth texture of the paper that enveloped it. It was a gift box, a true work of art in silver and blue tones, adorned with meticulously tied bows. At the center of the bow is a delicate envelope, further arousing his visual interest.
"Thank you." Damián expressed his gratitude with a smile and proceeded towards the elevator. Upon reaching his apartment, he carefully placed the box on the table in his room, giving it a prominent place.
Choosing to indulge in a relaxing bath before opening the package, Damián allowed the hot water to cascade over his body, enveloping him in a comforting and revitalizing sensation. Every droplet that trickled down his skin seemed to caress his essence, awakening his senses and calming his mind.
Upon emerging from the bath, Damián immediately noticed the transformation that had occurred on his skin. It felt invigorated and soft, and it exuded a delicate and captivating fragrance.
With tenderness, his hands caressed his skin, exploring the silky smoothness and creamy sensation that enveloped it. It was a gratifying sensory experience, yet at the same time intriguing, as if something beyond the ordinary had happened, leaving him with a "peach-like skin" sensation.
Dressed in comfortable clothing, Damián turned his attention to the box that patiently awaited on the nearby table. He held it between his hands, feeling its smooth texture and noting the shining silver bows that adorned it.
A mixture of confusion and curiosity took hold of his facial expression as he narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher the reason behind this unexpected gift. For a brief moment, the idea crossed his mind that it could be a present sent by Lennart Persson, the married alpha scoundrel.
Deciding to unravel the origin of the gift, Damián opened the card that accompanied the box. As he read the words written there, a mixture of fury and amusement flooded his mind and heart.
"There is no feeling more sincere than mine for you. Think of me when you taste these sweets; it is the beginning of our memories, for the sweetest omega I know—Adam Kadman."
Adam Kadman's words stirred up a range of emotions in Damián, from the fury of receiving chocolates as a gift from a billionaire to the amusement of the situation. Damián reread the note several times, letting out an ironic laugh.
"Chocolate?" he exclaimed aloud, his tone expressing disbelief. "This guy is a billionaire, and he gifts me with chocolates?" A wave of thoughts passed through his mind, reminding him of the countless pieces of love advice he had given throughout his life, many of which involved winning hearts with diamonds and grand gestures.
With a determined motion, Damián began to open the box, but his enthusiasm and impatience overruled delicacy. Suddenly, he transformed into a whirlwind of anxiety, acting like an enraged cat with a ball of yarn.
Without a second thought, he grabbed the packaging with his hands and tore it apart, shredding the precious wrapping in an uncontrollable frenzy. The sound of; paper being ripped echoed through the room as if a storm had invaded the space.
Fragments of silver paper floated in the air, while bits of ribbon and bows scattered on the floor. The moment was filled with humor and self-irony—a scene worthy of a comedy movie. Damián couldn't help but laugh at himself and the unusual situation he had created.
Damián, with a simultaneous expression of amusement and exasperation, exclaimed aloud, "What kind of billionaire protagonist is this? Does he think I will cherish packaging and cards as sweet memories?"
While pondering the situation, a thought crossed his mind. He remembered the countless lovers who held onto every memory, keeping documents, cards, and gifts, only to discover afterward that what they kept was unhealthy. He reflected on the dangerous pleasure of the unconscious in revisiting the past.
The chocolate was in front of him, covered in delicate tissue paper. With an impulsive gesture, Damián grabbed the tissue paper and pulled it off without ceremony. Like a wild cat unraveling a secret, he revealed the delicately arranged chocolates in a perfect formation. His initial expression of confusion and disbelief gave way to a playful smile as he admired the beauty of the chocolates.
Damián spoke aloud, "What kind of billionaire protagonist is this? Does he think I will keep wrappers and cards? Creating memories?"
Damián was in monologue, letting out an ironic laugh at the idea of aphrodisiac chocolates or some kind of drug hidden within the sweets. His imagination soared, questioning whether those chocolates could intensify his omega instincts or awaken an uncontrollable desire for Adam as soon as he saw them.
However, amidst the torn pieces of paper, tangled ribbons, and chocolates, something devastatingly caught Damián's attention. His eyes fixed on the gleaming bracelet carefully placed there. The diamonds, with marquise, round, and pear cuts, shimmered intensely, illuminating the whole room.
Next to where the bracelet was located, there was a small note: "I hope the taste of the chocolates lives up to the brilliance of these diamonds!"
Damián was stupefied, his mouth involuntarily falling open at the dazzling sight. He questioned himself in his thoughts, how could he have underestimated a billionaire protagonist by thinking he would be petty enough to only gift chocolates? The radiant jewel in front of him was proof that the extravagant gesture surpassed all his expectations.
Faced with conflicting thoughts, Damián realized that he may have judged Adam's approach prematurely. With a touch of self-irony, he admitted to himself that his perception of the billionaire protagonist had grown by a modest 0.01%.
Deciding to approach the situation with good humor, Damián takes two chocolates and eats them, reminiscing about the delicious flavors of the chocolates he used to buy at Scharffen Berger. However, he was confident that Adam Kadman was relatively safe and trustworthy.
Putting the bracelet on his wrist, Damián lies down on the bed and gazes at the ceiling while reflecting on his life. The past few days have been challenging since he woke up in that new world. Life has never been easy for him, and every step he took required determination and effort. However, he questions what he left behind in his other world, what his accomplishments were, and what his legacy would have been. Was he able to inspire lives or only destroy them?
"No! No! No!" Damián repeated in his head, commanding his brain to obey and push away thoughts related to Adam Kadman.
However, a few moments later, his heart betrayed him, pulsating in his chest like a despicable traitor. As he looked at the ceiling, Damián closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with images of Adam lowering his head against his lips in a sensual gesture. An involuntary moan escaped his lips as he felt the weight of desire filling his body and the liquid heat between his thighs.
The image of Adam's large, warm hands caressing his body invaded Damián's mind, causing him to bite his lips to suppress a scream. A surge of excitement took over his body, fueling his imagination with sensual scenes starring Adam's hands. "Yes!" he whispered.
His legs moved restlessly on the bed as his hands explored his own body, a mixture of pleasure and self-deprecation on his face. His mind mocked the situation and himself, calling him pathetic.
He could imagine—he whispered to himself with uncontrollable fury, his hands exploring his naked and pulsating skin between his thighs, while a sigh escaped his lips.
The feelings became deeper and more tumultuous, with waves of confused desire coursing through his body.
He felt a heat sensation on his face that radiated throughout his body, his fingers sliding smoothly over the silky fluid that defied his swollen penis. Whispering Adam's name eagerly, his breathless voice echoed in the room as his body was consumed by an electric current of pleasure.
In his thoughts, he saw Adam, an irresistible vision that pushed him to the limit of pleasure and desire. Sighing, Damián imagined himself being covered by Adam, his lips exploring every inch of his skin, his caresses eliciting shivers of lust. A wave of desire overwhelmed him, making him audibly moan.
For a moment, his hands moved faster, bringing him closer and closer to climax. As he felt the orgasm approaching, Damián experienced the flames of pleasure coursing through his body, his ecstasy manifesting in intense moans that mingled in the air.
When his fluid-soaked hand fell on the bed, his breath was heavy, and his mind was in a state of momentary ecstasy...
However, he knew he couldn't continue allowing himself to act like this. Masturbating like a teenager after all these years was an indulgence he shouldn't surrender to.
After a few minutes, his breathing gradually returned to normal. "Screw it," he muttered to himself, aware that his fantasies involving Adam were dangerous and uncertain. He refused to be a pawn in someone else's hands; no one could control him.
Damián felt like he was walking towards the abyss, but a fierce determination burned in his gaze.
Damn, this can't kill him... The thought echoed in Damián's mind, wrapped in years of paranoia and concerns for both himself and Aster. He felt troubled and uneasy, like an accident amid a world he didn't belong to.
Those intense, omega-like senses were like powerful narcotics. For the first time, a real fear began to creep into his consciousness: the fear of losing control over himself.
Damián stretched out on the bed, frustrated with his earlier arrogance. He thought everything would be easy, that he could handle the situation without problems. Now, however, he desperately sought ways to break free from the mark and exorcise the thoughts and feelings that haunted him.
Always introverted and hostile towards relationships, Damián had chosen to live an unconventional life. He didn't want to feel attached to anything or anyone, fearing the consequences that emotional involvement could bring.
Though he held high opinions of himself, he never believed the world to be perfect. He saw himself as a machine gun full of hurt, firing at everything and everyone, even the sun, and often suffering in silence.
Despite never being crowned with victories or hugs of happiness, he continued to roll the dice of life. It was a matter of kill or be killed, a mentality that had accompanied him since the moment Josh discovered his true identity as Damián.
Whenever unwanted thoughts arose, he repeated to himself, "Cancel, cancel, cancel," like a mantra in his mind, seeking to block and erase any recollection or memory tied to his past.
Life had never treated him kindly, and he didn't see it as a fresh flame or an alchemical process of transformation. However, his determination and strength propelled him forward. He spent countless hours researching laws, remedies, and surgeries, exploring every possibility in search of a solution. He knew he would have a decisive conversation with Aster as soon as he had the opportunity.
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