Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

HE ENDS WHAT WE HAVE

Julian was standing beside me. Damien saw the shock on my face and dropped the bottle of Champagne on the table. The waitress, Lydia, walked away. But it seemed very suspicious how she just eased out of the place; either she didn’t like drama or didn’t want to be a part of it, or she had something to do with what was happening now. That’s why I’m not particularly eager to date men everyone wants.

My heart was racing alarmingly fast as I turned around and stood up. Damien did, too. I could feel all other eyes on us, as though they could smell the drama that would happen now from a mile away.

“Julian, Hi.” I stuttered.

“So it’s true what they said that you’ve been frolicking with all the wealthy men in the town? And I thought I was special.” Julian spat, rage evident in his eyes and demeanour.

“Julian is not what you think. I promise there’s a reasonable explanation for this.” I started to say when he held a hand out, forcing me to keep shut.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

I shook my head in the negative. “Julian, just listen to me. Let’s go outside and talk, please. I promise…” I tried to touch his hand, but he quickly pulled away.

“After I told you this is exactly what my fiance did that ended our relationship. We haven’t even started, and you are about to do the same thing. You deceived me with an innocent-looking face!” Julian said, his voice rising a few notches. He gave me a once over and shook his head. “I guess you all are the same!”

The venom in his voice tore at my heart. It hurt so bad that I could not stop the falling stray tear. My hands were shaking, my hands sweaty. Perspiration gathered on my forehead.

“Julian I…”

Damien turned to Julian. I could tell that he did not like seeing me struggling. “Chill, man. It’s just a friendly date. Nothing serious is going on here, okay? Let the woman talk to you.”

“I wasn’t speaking to you, man. How about you mind your own fucking business, huh!” Julian yelled, pointing at Damien.

Both men were already getting agitated, and it was all my fault. If I had not gone to the office to find out the truth about Holland, I wouldn’t have owed Damien a date, and we wouldn’t all be in this position now.

“This is a private restaurant. Do not cause a scene here!” Damien shot back; his voice was controlled, but I could hear the rage in it.

Julian grabbed my hand, “Samantha, let’s go.” He was about to drag me away when Damien held my other hand.

“She’s not going anywhere being dragged like that. Get your hands off her.”

Julian narrowed his eyes at Damien, and I could tell he was about to pounce on him. “Are you blind? Can’t you see that she’s mine?”

“Julian, it’s not like we are dating or something. I’m just a nanny to your daughter, remember? You don’t own me.” I said, pulling my hand away from both their grips. “Please, let’s not cause a scene!”

Julian grimaced, “So what are you to him then?” He asked, pointing to Damien. Who also looked ready to wrestle him down.

This is not happening!

“Nothing. It was just a friendly date.” I replied in a low voice, regretting that I had to lash out at him and tell him we were nothing. It was the truth, but maybe I didn’t need to say it. Did I?

“Then let’s go,” Julian said, grabbing my hand. He gripped my wrist with so much power pain surged through my body.

“Julian, stop it, please. It hurts.” I cried out.

Damien held his hand and pulled it away from mine. “She said to let her go!”

Julian threw the first punch, and chaos ensued.

My heart pounded hard as I tried to separate both men, “Stop it!”

Damien had Julian in a necklock, and Julian was trying to pull his hand away from his neck. The security men rushed to separate them almost immediately.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Learn how to talk to a woman you see with me!” Damien said in controlled rage. It was the first time I’d ever seen him look so mad. His voice, when loud, was very deep and intimidating. It shook me to my bones and went to my core.

“Everyone knows about your philandering ways. Don’t pretend to be a saint!” Julian yelled. “What do you want to do? Add her to your list of trophies?” Julian asked, and I turned to Damien. He looked at me as if to convince me that it was not the case of adding me to his trophies, but I did not believe him.

“I like you, Samantha. I do.” He said.

Julian scoffs, and then he glares at me with rage-filled eyes. “I’m out of here, Samantha, and I never want to see you again,” He warned. “Go be one of his whores!”

I could tell that he meant every word. He stormed out, and I wanted to run after him, but as what? I wasn’t his girlfriend; I made that clear, and I hurt him.

His business clients all left after him, but the other guest still had their eyes on me and Damien.

“I can’t ask us to have this champagne together or to continue our date with what just happened, but I would like to take you home,” Damien said pleadingly. His tone goes back to being gentle and sweet.

“There will be no need for that. I’ll call my brother to come get me.” I said.

I brought out my phone from my bag, and with shaky hands, I dialled my brother’s number. He picked up the first ring.

“Bro, please come get me,” I said, sniffing. I just realized that I was crying.

“Sis, what’s wrong.”

“I’m at D DINE. Please use the map. Please hurry.”

I dropped the call and walked out with Damien staring at my retreating back.