Although his flight had been quite comfortable, Damien felt fatigued for some reason and his bones hurt as well. He wondered if it was the effect of staying awake the other night, but still then he wasn't sure. He had taken a nap all through the flight, so he wasn’t all that sleep deprived at all. He had already planned to exercise and visit the spa as soon as he settled in, and he won’t dare forget that. His aching bones acted as a sore reminder too. He had arrived in London about an hour ago, and he had ordered his driver to take him to one of the hotels he owned in the city. Surprising how he owned lots of five-star hotels, restaurants and outlets in London but he had never visited them because he did not want to go anywhere near London due to his haunting past. He had always sent someone to oversee and manage the hotels, and report back on how they were faring, and so this would be the first time he would step foot in his own hotel. He had already informed the manager of his arrival and they were awaiting him. As soon as he arrived, he had been treated well as expected, and with his luggage taken up to his room, one of the hosts offered to give him a tour which he assented to quite instantly. As he walked round the hotel, Damien nodded in approval. The hotel was packed, and bubbly and it showed that business was going very well. They were doing a very good job so far, and he could see that he had not made a mistake in choosing his manager. His hotel was in very good hands, and he felt a tad bit proud. Satisfied with his tour, he handed the lady host some bills as a tip, and when she saw the huge amount he had offered, she gasped out loud, thanking him profusely but he just waved her off. Procuring the key card to his suite out of his pocket, he walked in finally to the room. It was big and comfortable enough, and Damien had no complaints whatsoever. He quickly took off his jacket and slipped his shoes off, before lowering himself onto the bed, heaving in relief. Comfortable already, he brought his phone out of his pocket and turned it on. It had been off throughout the trip and he had forgotten to turn it back on when he arrived. There were messages from his mother and Alvarez, and he first replied his mother, letting her know that he had arrived in London about an hour ago and that he was safe.When he had sent the message, he continued to scroll down and immediately frowned when he saw that he also had messages from Katherine. For some reason, it dampened his mood and not wanting his mood to worsen further, he didn’t open the text, ignoring it as he read through Alvarez's. When he was done, he immediately replied, also letting his best friend know he had arrived safely. Sighing, he went back to Katherine’s messages and scrolling through his fingers kept hovering over it, hesitating to check everything. She had sent different messages to his different social media accounts, and then to two of his numbers. For a moment he was tempted to read them all, but he suspected they would only put him in a bad mood and so he only tapped on one of the messages. She had sent a full paragraph as usual and his eyes roaming through the content, he could see that she was lashing out at him, calling him ungrateful and selfish at the same time. The next message was full of accusations and questions as she asked why he had been ignoring her calls and texts, and Damien hissed in disgust, shaking his head. This was how it always was with her. Everything was always about her, every single time. Why didn't he call her? Why didn't he text her? Why did he treat her badly…? Amongst other things. it was just always about her. He was suddenly filled with anger as he wondered if she ever thought about him. All the months they had been together she had never asked him how he was doing, how he was feeling whenever they had a fight or a disagreement, or even bothered to apologize first when she did wrong. It was always about her and her feelings, and as he began to realize all this, Damien felt nothing but despise and anger tear at him. How had it taken him so long to realize that Katherine was nothing but a self entitled bitch? She only cared about her wellbeing and herself, but why the hell was this puzzling pieces coming out now? All she ever wanted from him, was to eat his money, have sex and be the exact trophy girlfriend that she was. She was always willing to go to fancy dinners and events with expensive clothes he got for her, show off on the media, go shopping, and exhaust him sexually but apart from that nothing else. She never asked what he wanted. He wondered why he had not seen all this before, as it was obvious in everything she ever did. She was the most self-centered person he had ever met, and it irritated him to the core. In anger, he carefully began to delete all her messages one at a time, even the once he hadn’t read at all. Once he had discarded them all, he tossed his phone to the bed and sighed heavily. Grunting, he slowly began to pull off his clothes, wanting to take a shower.Maybe if he was done, and got something to eat then hopefully he would feel better.