Damien settled down on an ottoman in his bedroom, reaching up to undo his tie. He had just gotten back from work since he left this morning and he was exhausted, both physically and mentally. As he took off his shoes, he first moved toward his wine cabinet, grabbing up one of the glasses and emptying some of the dry gin out of the bottle. Raising it to his lips, he emptied some of it in his mouth, liking the feeling it gave as it burned his throat. Placing the cup down on the drawer, he took off his shoes first and then his shirt. This done, he took another sip from his glass his mind wandering. His mind went to Alvarez and he sighed. Through out the day he had been feeling guilty about everything that went on between them that morning, and he didn’t anyone to tell him that he had gone too far by threatening to fire him. It was a low blow, and it was uncalled for too, but But more he thought about Madison’s involvement in all this, the more he decided that maybe he shouldn't feel so guilty after all. Maybe Alvarez would come back to his senses after this confrontation. Because right now it was obvious that he wasn't thinking straight. So yes, he had no reason to feel so guilty. Everything that he was doing, and everything going on was for the best. After he had assured himself, wiping every other thought from his head, he walked to his drawer, swiftly opening the bottom and dipping his hand in for his pack of cigarettes. As he started to withdraw his hand, his eyes flitted to a strange white paper turned over. Flipping it over curiously, he sucked in a sharp breath immediately almost dropping the photo when she saw it was a picture collage of himself, Alvarez and Madison. He should have know it was a picture of her, because he still had their photos together, treasuring every moment he spent with the only woman he had loved. Now though with the events going on, pain squeezed in his chest as he continued to stare at the picture. The three of them were all smiling, and he remembered the memory just like it was yesterday his thoughts wandering away… Flashback, 2011… 11 years earlier."Maddie!" Damien tried his best to whisper, as he tossed another small pebble to her window. When a few minutes passed and nothing happened, Alvarez tapped him, whispering, "I don't think she's coming today. I heard Mr Connor's voice earlier this morning when I came over to remind her. Maybe he didn't leave for his golf game after all." Damien sighed, his face falling as he turned away with a scoff, "Let's go.. before someone sees us." As they started to walk a few meters away, they heard the window open, "Were you two really going to leave without me? Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Madison giggled, clambering out of the window, dropping down the house with the help of the trees nearby and apologizing for the delay. Walking over to them, she hugged them in turn, blushing as Damien leaned in for a quick kiss. "Let's go, let's go.” She whispered and they all tried to giggle as quietly as possible, as they escaped or sneaked out rather from the backyard and down to the part of town where they usually met. On the way they got ice cream, and talked while they thought of what they were going to do today. "Hey!" Damien protested as Madison suddenly tossed a spoonful of cold ice cream at his face. As he laughed, trying to wipe it away, Alvarez tossed another spoon at him moving backwards as he and Madison burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh, the game is on," Damien smirked, scooping a handful and running after them as Madison squealed. At the end of it all they were all covered in ice cream walking down the street. Damien had his hand across Madison’s shoulders though, licking of the creamy pudding from her face and sneaking kisses here and there while Alvarez jokingly mocked them. "Ooh! Look at that! A photo booth.” Madison squealed, gripping them both and before they could even say anything, she dragged them off toward the booth. The attendant gave them a weird look seeing the way they were all scattered, looking jumbled at the same time but Madison didn't seem to care. "We're literally covered in sugar, Maddie. Oh stop this!” Damien complained although he still stared at his girlfriend in admiration, the smile on her face adorable and making her look more then gorgeous at the same time. "The fuck we are.” She laughed, making them all sit down, “We'll take lots of photos and then compile them into one big one.” Madison grinned. After much persuasion, they finally took lots of pictures and his favorite picture was the one where Madison was licking the ice cream clean off the corner of his lips… They had kissed passionately after, not caring about the looks from the photographer or Alvarez. Lost in the love they had for each other, it was enough.End of flashback… (Current day- Damien's bedroom.) Damien struggled not to let the tears which burned at the back of his eyes fall. He was stronger than that, he thought but as he continued to stare at the photo, pain shot through every fibre of his being and he let out a soft whimper. All of a sudden he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and he realized it was Katherine, due to the scent of her heavy perfume he had become accustomed and instantly his muscles froze and his jaw ticked angrily. What was she doing in his house, he wondered. And why hadn't he even noticed? She was wet, he could feel the water drip from her body and it was evident that she had just stepped out of the shower and he was too lost in his thoughts to notice. "Who are those people?" He heard Katherine ask, and realizing that he still clutched the photo in his hand, he quickly put it away, tucking it away safely into the confines in his drawer. "No one you have to worry about.” He replied curtly, turning over to face her. "Are those your friends? Or your distant family members? I've never seen any of those photos, can I see them?" Damien gritted his teeth, and although he had no desire whatsoever to sleep with her tonight, he leaned forward, kissing her neck, wanting to take her mind of the photo, "I think there are other things we can do instead of asking questions." When Kathrine's eyes lit up with desire and anticipation, he forced out a smile, and reaching out, he tore the towel wrapped around her off and tried to hide his irritation by leaning in for a kiss. He carried her bridal style and gently placing her on the bed to which she responded by moaning and pulling her fingers in his hair, he took to work. "My mother called some day before, she invited me over for dinner and personally requested that I bring you along.” He told her, unzipping his pants quickly. "Really? I'd loved to attend. I need to get close to that woman.” She smiled widely even when Damien had no idea what that meant, and blushing she said again pulling him close, “Let’s concentrate on here, right now.” Damien ripped out his pants, snaking his around around her waist, and in no time he began to pleasure her.