Rise of the Worthless Son in law

6

“Who were those men last night? The ones who... beat you up?” she asked with a hint of curiosity evident in her eyes as they walk into the grand room.

Damon stiffened at the question as the memory of the brutal encounter all came resurfacing in his mind. He had been trying to avoid thinking about it, but Vivan’s Directness made it impossible to ignore

“They were... I don’t know,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Just a few guys I crossed paths with. They were hired, I think. I don’t know who.”

“Hired?” Vivan asked with a chuckle as she sat on the bed, “Don't play Dumb with me Damon!”

Vivan had remembered their faces vividly, he had remembered their words telling Damon they were sent by someone named Tyler, a person Damon seemed to know his identity.

Damon gulped at her intense gaze, he hesitated,unsure of how much to reveal. He knew so well that she could see behind his masks of lies but he wasn’t used to opening up, especially not to someone like Vivan, who seemed to have everything figured out. But something about her presence made him feel like he could trust her—something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

"They were... Tyler’s men,” Damon muttered barely audible, “Tyler… the man who she had cheated on me with.”

Damon was expecting to feel a ting of awkardness as he made those statement but he didn't. On the contrary, he however felt so free as soon as those words came out of his mouth. He turned to look at Vivan whose face narrowed in surprise.

“The man whom your infidel wife cheated with?” she repeated, trying to digest the revelation.

Damon nodded, “Yeah. She cheated on me with him. With Tyler. And now I have just signed with divorce papers which means, they would soon be getting married anytime soon.”

Vivan's expression turned from Surprise to pity, he Knew he was signing a dovorce paper today, which was why she had gone to the court in order to see him, but what she didn't know or refuse to find out was why he was getting a divorce.

Vivan’s expression hardened . “So, these men were sent by him?”

“Yeah,” Damon said, rubbing his jaw where the bruises were starting to fade.

Vivan slowly stood up and walked closer to where he was standing behind the window, with an expression of pity, “I'm sorry about what happened!” She said sincerely.

Damon chuckled, As soon as he caught sight of her sorry gaze, what was the point of apologizing? What was the point of her being pitiful? Maybe they were indeed right, maybe he was a looser to he trapped upon.

“It's Fine, The deed has been done.” He chuckled.

“Has it fully healed? Your wounds?” She said gesturing to his abdomen.

That was obviously a question they both knew the answer to, There was no way the wound was going to heal overnight even though she had made him receive the best medical treatment. She stood still for a moment, staring at Damon as if her gaze were contemplating something.

She could see how hard it was for him to talk about the events of the past night. He had closed and guarded himself off, Yet, there was a tenderness in the way he spoke, something that made her want to help him more.

“Damon,” she said softly, “Let me see your wounds.”

Damon looked at her in surprise, To see his wounds would mean to see his chest. His usal response was to reject the idea, to hide his usal pain But something made him hesitate.

“What?” he asked confused, “Why?”

“I need to know if you’re really healing,” Vivan replied firmly, “You said it’s not fully healed….. Let me see it.”

For a moment, Damon stood frozen, he was caught between his pride and the growing sense of trust he felt towards her. He hadn’t really let anyone see his body close up, except for doctors when it was time to treat him. But for some reason, with Vivan standing there, the request didn’t feel invasive or uncomfortable—it felt... natural.

He slowly lifted his shirt up, revealing the wounds which were still healing on his chest. The bruises had faded, but there was still a mark where the thugs had struck him. He tried not to wince as the air brushed against his bare skin.

Vivan stepped closer in concern, as she slowly lifted her hands to trace the mark. Her fingers hovered near his chest, though she didn’t touch him. The proximity made Damon’s pulse race, and his breath quickened without him even realizing it.

“This needs more care,” Vivan said softly, “These aren’t just physical wounds, Damon. You need rest... I would see a nurse over to you to personally help in Treating your wounds here, Damon.”

Damon's cheeks started to turn red and So was vivan's their proximity made them blush.

Damon wasn’t used to people caring about him, his businesses, his healing, not like this. Not in a way that felt so personal.

Vivan slowly stepped back away from him and Damon couldn't help but feel her gaze which was still in his head.

"You don't have to go to that length," Damon muttered, as he realized what was happening. He didn't want to admit it, but her attention, her offer to care for him, was disarming him. "I can handle it. I don’t need a nurse."

Vivan raised an eyebrow, as she stared at him, she was clearly not buying his bravo.

"Don't be so stubborn," she replied. "Everyone needs help sometimes, Damon."

Damon! Damon? Damn The way she said his name was so deliberate and so intimate, it made his pulse to race, and for a moment, he had to remind himself to breathe.

He opened his mouth to protest, but the words died in his throat when Vivan suddenly interrupted, “Get some rest, Everything you need has been provided.”

The air seemed to thicken with tension, and Damon’s mind raced, unable to focus on anything except the way she was looking at him. He had never been so aware of a woman’s presence, not like this. It was as if her very gaze was unraveling him.

Then she slowly turned away and left leaving Damon staring into space