Fated To Love You Forever

“Done! Yes she would pay for it. She would pay for every single dime used in making this dress. She would pay for every thing, and if she doesn’t, we’ll sue!”

As she heard these words coming out from his lips, Madison felt like commanding the ground to open up and swallow her.

2000 freaking dollars! Where the fuck would she get that money from?

That was almost half of her tip for this job, and the meager 800 dollars that she was going to get after everything she would do here, had already been budgeted.

Asides from the tip also that these horny looking cheating men, had given her after she served them drinks, Madison knew that should she pay for the dress, then she would be utterly broke and stranded in New York, and she did not want to go through that nightmare.

She had even decided on taking the train back home, as she wanted to save up the money she would use to book a flight back home, and now this had to happen!© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

She started to sob uncontrollably, and a bit loud too not caring if she was attracting any attention.

She sobbed not just because of the money she had to pay for the dress, but she was more deeply hurt at the way Damien had talked to her.

Definitely, he remembered her.

The look of recognition and longing had flashed in his eyes one time, that she could attest to before it was finally replaced with something way way opposite.

Sure he would recognize her as she hadn’t changed much, since childhood that was for sure.

She still had the same shade of strawberry blonde curls atop her head, that he had loved so much, and her face still looked the same, safe for the freckles that were no longer there, and the glasses she no longer wore, as she didn’t have enough money to take care of her dully eyes.

She was a bit skinnier, no more chubby like those times, when she had been all ass, thighs, and bosoms, and she could attribute the insane weight loss to days of starving without having good food to eat, and stressing herself out with little or no rest for her poor body.

He still hated her, just as he had told her the last time they had held a proper conversation back then, when they were still young, carefree and foolish.

She could remember that night, that fateful day… where he had crushed her heart into pieces and shattered her dreams.

It had been a cold rainy night, and she had ran to his house wanting to apologize but he had refused to listen, all the while chanting this same words over and over, while she had confusedly stared at him, with no idea of what he was saying.

No, she did have an idea and she wanted telling him the truth… how she had been foolish and how she would follow him wherever he was going to but he didn’t listen.

Instead he had kept on saying to her,

– “You betrayed me Madison, and I would never forgive you and your family for this.’ –

She never forgot those words, even till this day, and at the reminder that he had the same uncanny and unchanging hatred from years past, Madison had no idea how to react to it at all.

Damien still despised her.

The look he had given her, as he said those words were one of pure disgust, spite, loathing and so much detest that she had been ashamed to still defiantly hold his stare.

She was sniffling now, as she tried to forget about the past, instead she focused on the work in front of her and the huge amount of money she had to pay his girlfriend.

2000 dollars! A shiver ran down her spine just at the mere mention of the money.

Did he think her father was still rich, and that she could afford the money?

She was here waitressing, surely he would have put two and two together, but still he hadn’t even begged his insatiable girlfriend, and worse of he had threatened to sue just because of a freaking dress.

If she had been controlling her tears before, now it came running down her face in full force and she tried to sniff it back, using her blood stained hands to wipe the tears away but her eyes just wouldn’t stop streaming down the fucking liquid.

“Hey, hey, that’s going to injure you girl, you have to stop picking this glasses.” She heard someone finally say to her, and as she looked up at the kind human, she saw that it was another lady.

An elderly one surprisingly, who obviously was from the party crowd and she was collecting the tray from her hands.

“No ma…” She stammered, refusing to give the lady the tray as she added, “I’ll be fired if I let you do this. This would stain your clothes and it would…”

“Mrs Roman?”

He was back again, his deep voice washing over her, and she bent her head slightly as she didn’t want to meet his wicked gaze at all.

“Damien, she’s bleeding. What your lady did, was uncalled for, and you supported her? 2000 dollars, just because she spilled wine on her dress mistakenly. That’s too much son, too much.” The elderly woman, or Mrs Ramon rather said, and Madison let out an audible gasp.

To say she was shocked was putting it lightly, and Madison looked up as the elderly woman started to make way signaling for help with her hands.

She could hear murmurs, she saw phones being brought out and people were already taking videos as security and some waitresses started to appear from nowhere.

Dragging her gaze slowly, Madison looked at Damien, who was staring at her with so much anger.

His girlfriend was still in his arms, her face buried in his chests as she was still pathetically sobbing, and removing her eyes from his stern face she started to access the supposed gown which she had ruined.

It was a cream colored dinner gown, and the wine had really stained the dress, changing the color to something she couldn’t even put a name too.

The dress was really ruined, and mentally cursing herself for being so careless she just sighed in disappointment.

What had even come over her?

Why hadn’t she looked at where she was going?

Or was this some sort of spiritual karma, an incident that was meant to bring her and Damien back together? She wondered to herself foolishly.

Now she had to source for money to pay for the goddamned dress, before going back to London.

Sigh…

The chaos in the crowd was already becoming much, and she watched as waitress knelt down with cleaning aids as they tried to pack the shattered glasses.

“Careful, careful…” She could hear them say, as they tried to calm the crowd, doing their best to make sure no one got injured.

“Are you alright?” Mrs Ramon said again.

The elderly woman placing a hand in her shoulders started to help her up, when suddenly she heard Damien saying again, “The security will escort you out Mrs Ramon…”

He had not even finished speaking when some hefty men, surrounded them both and gently with the help of another man who was her husband it seemed, Madison watched as the elderly woman left, at the same time looking back and telling her to stay safe still.

Now it was just her, Damien and his girlfriend who was not even looking at her, her face still buried in his chest.

She was already standing, and the scrutiny of his gaze had her weakening again and she felt like going back to the floor, when he said something that made her froze, and gutted her so badly, “You think you can charm my associates by pretending, just like you did back then. You don’t faze me and I know all your tricks. You’re just a pathetic whore, and bitch who keeps playing the pity game but I won’t fall for it not this time. You might have even tracked me to this event, and if you think I will forgive you after what you did back then then…”

“Darling do you know her?” Madison heard his girlfriend ask, and she looked back at him stricken waiting for his reply when he said, “No, no I don’t know her. Let’s leave here!”

She didn’t even wait for his speech to end, as she was already taking her own leave.

If she had any doubts about him hating her before, well his words now just confirmed to her with no doubt that he hated her so much, and loathed her to the core.

The crowd were a blur to her already teary clouded eyes, and as she breezed past them, her whole body and soul bleeding, she held her tray tightly in her hands running away.

Madison knew that karma had definitely come back.

Her past was now here to haunt her, for eternity…

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Damien watched Madison scurry away in tears, her face swollen, her knees bleeding, dripping of blood profusely, and his heart squeezed a bit.

Why did he feel this way? Why was he feeling this pity, when he was not supposed to feel so?

He had said those harsh words to her, surely he was supposed to be feeling satisfied and egoistical so why was he feeling the opposite?

He should not have called her those names, maybe maybe…

He had given the command, that she was to pay for Katherine’s dress, but had he gone too far by calling out in front of the guests, embarrassing her in front of the crowd, and hurting her somehow, so that she had to leave the scene in shame.

“Dammit!” He belted out loud, almost startling Katherine whom he held by the shoulders as he directed her outside the banquet hall.

The night was already ruined, and Damien knew he couldn’t continue going around talking to business associates after this very embarrassing scenario, and with Katherine in such a mess he knew there was no way he could continue the night all carefree and social.

They had to leave, and that he was doing.

Luckily it seemed the whole situation had caused a standstill in the party, because before they stepped out the glass doors, Damien could hear something about the crowd leaving and the event coming to an end.

Well, it was better because he didn’t want to be seen in catalogues and magazines tomorrow as leaving the event early, because he was saving his girlfriend.

Damien knew how dramatic these blogs and publications could be, and it wouldn’t be a surprise to him tomorrow if his face and Madison’s was splashed all over magazines with different headlines and story just because they wanted to make some quick money.

As they stepped outside, immediately they were accustomed by flashlights and cameras as well as journalists who began asking them question.

Alvarez appeared all to soon luckily for Damien, and as he led them to the car he asked, “I saw her, did you see h…”

Gritting his jaw tightly, already knowing whom he was talking about Damien said curtly as he led Katherine gently in the jeep, “I don’t want to talk about her.”

“She looked hurt, tears were coming down her face. She’s a waitress too, she…” Alvarez continued to say as Damien shut the door, turning round to get in too.

“I don’t want to talk about her!” He yelled startling Alvarez, who looked at him bitterly before nodding, “Okay boss. But this is not over and…”

Damien didn’t listen as he banged the car door straight in his friend’s face, a sense of bitterness overcrowding him, as he looked straight ahead.

It took some time, before the ignition started, and with Katherine who was still sulking, nestled in his arms, the car drove away from the charity event.

The blissful evening breeze blowing by, Damien’s thoughts took him back to Madison, and back to the past…