The fanfare of the New York fashion show's success had hugged the Lifestyle's column for almost a week. Prominently displayed was Damon's smiling photograph; so suave and debonair. He was the new darling of the world of haute couture. There was even one caption introducing him as the most available bachelor of the year.
Cindy was swamped with calls from women and gays asking for appointment. Others were so brazen asking for a date with him and shockingly with a price offered.
To avoid answering these calls, he usually worked off-hour and stayed most of the time in his office. He instructed Cindy to thresh all in-coming calls and entertain calls and appointments which were strictly on business matters only. When he needed data about fashion and design activities only Cindy and Liza were requested in his office. Lately he did not come to the office anymore.
All these times, Damon never asked for me and it hurts my ego so much. I felt used and dumped like a rag after all we have been through. My designs were part of the New York fashion show's success. He could have even thank me for my hard works. He was unlike his father who treated me as an equal. I was always with Ram in celebrating every successful show we have done.
His indifference pained me so much but I tried not to show it. I accepted his ambivalence as his way of treating people; a part of his character. A weakness I have to accept if I really love him.
My passionate longing for him increased day by day. And what sustained me to do my work and live day to day were the memories of our times together.
After a few weeks of absence Cindy broke the news that Damon had married her French fiancée in Paris. "Imagine, during all the time we were conferring with him through the internet about or works, he was actually in Paris and getting married. It was not even him who told us the news of his nuptial. It was Bess. "
I was shocked and devastated by that news. Now, with Damon's marriage, I can only pine for his love which I can no longer have. With grief and tears flowing from my eyes I shut myself in the comfort room. I cried my heart out and even felt suicidal.
I decided to resign. I can't work with Damon anymore, for working with him will only add more pain and desperation to my life. When I regained composure, I decided to go home and would file a resignation tomorrow. I washed my face and avoided meeting Cindy. I gathered all my personal things and went home without saying goodbye.
I was already in front of my apartment when my cell phone flashed an in-coming call. My heart skipped a beat when Damon's name registered in the monitor. A moment of indecision gripped me and the phone rang many times. I closed my eyes and heaved a sigh before I decided to answer him. I was about to pick it up but the ringing ceased.
Minutes passed but it did not rang again. The monitor lighted again. It was a text this time and it was from Damon. " Call me. ASAP. URGENT."
My heart still ached and my mind rejected calling him. I decided to ignore the message. I even shut my cell phone.
I've decided to go to my retreat house in Baguio City where I can think clearly and decides what was best for me to pursue in my life. I needed a change. I will be 25 on my next birthday and I felt it is now high time for a change. But since night was about to fall I decided to rest tonight and travel tomorrow.
I removed my clothes to soak in my favourite bath to unwind the day's stresses. I put my scented jasmine bath bomb and regulated the heater for the water temperature. There was a life size mirror just off the tub where I can see my reflection while I bathed and I stopped to look at myself.
The eyes that met me were tired but still bore the haute look I've practiced long. The aquiline nose over the soft, full lips was sharp and well bridged. The facial skin tone was clear and flawless. The body though not well-muscled was proportional with traces of abs I got from my religious once a week work out in my fitness gym. There was a sprinkling of fine hair in my chest tapering to my abdomen darkening on my pubic area.
I traced my fingers at the image looking at me. I stopped at the slight bulge coming to life below my panty. The sheer lacy fabric outlined my cock which was cut and when fully aroused was almost six inches long. I closed my eyes when I grasped my penis but in the corner of my mind I imagined holding Damon's cock.
I mixed a highball of gin and tonic, his favourite drink and brought it to my bath tub. I lighted all the scented candles decorating a side of the huge tub. I touched the remote of a hidden audio recorder and the soft instrumentals of my favourite piano recording "Love Songs in Piano" wafted in my huge bathroom.
I removed my panty and soaked at my scented bath. I sipped at the spirit by my side and rested my head at the rim of the bath tub and closed my eyes. The warm scented water, the soft music and gin soothes my mind and soon I drowsed.
I was suddenly awakened by the incessant ringing of my door bell. Thinking it was my neighbour across the street, I ignored the bell. But it continued ringing, I decided to see who was at the door.
I grabbed my bathrobe and barefooted went to open the door.
"My goodness Chris Santos, what happened to you? You just went home without informing me. Damon called looking for you. We've been trying to reach you through your mobile and land phones. But both were busy. And now look, my fingertips were already bleeding in ringing your door bell. . ."
"Come on in Cindy. Stop making a scene, I'd file my resignation tomorrow and you should not have bothered coming here."
"What's the matter with you? Why were you resigning?"
