KATHERINE Katherine continued to pace around the patio, her phone in her hand and one around her waist. She was bordering between worry and fury. Fury because she was still quite offended about how Damien had spoken to her the day before, and worry because she was really afraid of losing him. After last night, she really didn't know what to expect when it came to Damien, and the words he had said sounded to good to be true. He had even threatened her, placing his hands on her and a shudder coursed through her. What if he just randomly decided to break up with her? It would be devastating and embarrassing to explain to her father and the media too. She didn’t even want to imagine it, as the last thing she wanted to lose was Damien of all people. He was her life, her world and she needed to be by his side at all times. After all she had worked for, and the lengths she had gone through just to be with him… The memories they’d shared, she sure as hell wasn't going to lose him. It wasn’t even an option at all. Taking a sharp breath, Katherine glanced at her phone screen once more. The rows and rows of missed calls she had given him stared right back at her, and her chest tightened painfully. She tapped on the dial button again, trying her luck once more and as usual it rang but he didn't pick up. "Fuck!" Katherine muttered under her breath, pushing her hair out of her face as she thought of what to do. Her hands were twitching, and her head was shaking ruefully. She had been calling since he left her house last night but it had gone answered. She had even wanted to go looking for him last night but it was too late to wander outside, so she had paced around in her bedroom, dialing his number over and over again but to no avail. She also sent texts, apologizing repeatedly about the letters she’d burnt, hoping he would forgive her and begging him to pick up but still nothing. The entire night had passed and there was still no response from him. Finally, Katherine had given up and fallen asleep, and now the first thing she did when she awakened this morning was to check her phone again. She had been expecting a call from him of course, or maybe a text showing that he acknowledged her efforts but to her utmost disappointment there wasn't a single text nor call at all.Sighing, Katherine shook her head. This didn’t mean that she had lost him yet. She couldn't lose him. Not now, not ever! She had to do something real quick, and going inside her bathroom she decided to take her bath and get dressed. She was going to head to his house, so they could talk and she would know what was going on. Seeing him in person might be better, and at least if he saw her in person he would see how badly she was doing without him, and how sorry she was. She would beg him, cry fake tears if it got to the stage, she would do all that so he would believe her once and for all. Thirty minutes later, Katherine arrived at Damien's house. As she stood at his front door, she took deep breaths, practicing what she was going to say to him and mentally preparing herself for any possible outcomes. When she felt ready enough, she unlocked the house with the spare key she had, and walked in. She was extra thankful that she still had the spare key, as there was no telling if he would have even let her in of his own free will. Katherine moved around the house, first checking the mini gym first and then his study. She knew that by this time of the day he would either be exercising or working in his study, but surprised to see those two places unoccupied, she headed to his bedroom. As she slowly swung the door open, her eyes widened in shock at the sight before her, and she held back a yell. On the floor, was a shirtless, very wasted Damien who was sprawled on his back next to the wine cabinet, with an empty bottle of whiskey lying next to him. Katherine stared at him in surprise, her hands going to her nose to cover up the alcoholic smell that filled the room, as she took a step forwards. What the heck was this? She had never seen him like this before, at all and even when he drank he never made a mess just like this one. She carefully moved towards him wanting to know why he was unmoving, and if he was asleep, and sure enough he was sound asleep, snoring away. Katherine shook her head, wondering what could have made him drink this much. She was already deflated, knowing that it was impossible now to talk to Damien today. Sighing, she turned away with a shrug, her hands falling down and she began to walk toward the door. Just before she could exit the room, she heard a familiar notification ping coming from his phone and she froze instantly. Usually, she would have paid no attention, and went on her way but for some reason today she was interested. It was not like he would do anything about her checking his phone, and he was literally passed out. Taking one curt glance at him, she picked up the phone to see a text message, and clicking on it she began to read through. Halfway through, she rolled her eyes, hissing when she realized it was a list of everything on his schedule for the day, and it was from his secretary. She was about to toss the phone on the bed, when she had a sudden thought. This was a rare chance to snoop through his phone, and see if there was any important detail that could be hidden within. A lot was happening, and the issue with that bitch Madison was at the back of her mind. Why not take this advantage and see if Damien was cheating, or if he was making any attempts to talk to the one lady she despised more than anything? Taking another glance at him, and breathing heavily she quickly began to scroll through. The first place she went to was his call log, and her fingers froze when she came across the recent calls from yesterday. Just like she had imagined, hoping it would not be true though she saw an outgoing call to Madison, and her hands on the phone tightened quickly. Katherine felt her heart start to thump wildly in anger, different types of explanations and scenarios going through her. So he had ignored all her calls and texts but somehow had the time to call his ex? He was literally pushing her to one side, but he had managed to call the bitch? Her neck reddened as she tapped on it to see the details, and her hands shook when she saw how long the call had been. It had lasted more than ten minutes, and she looked back at his sprawled out unmoving body. Everything started to make sense, and she could note the explanation for this. Probably he would have called her in his drunken state, when he was weak and vulnerable and he just have said a lot of things… And he was giving the bitch exactly what she longed for. He was giving her the upper hand, because if he had made himself vulnerable then it was all over. Katherine shut her eyes tightly, her fists clenching, and she could see that this was an open chance for Madison to come back into his life. Katherine could already imagine the conversation they might have had, and she felt hot burning fury fill up her chest.Angrily, she tossed the phone back onto the bed, her teeth clacking angrily and without as much as a glance at Damien again, she stormed out of the bedroom, out of the house and into her car still fuming.