Chapter 13
A FUCKING KISS? Ioniko’s face hardened in disbelief. He had heard that the indomitable Rose Thorn was good at charming people and getting money out of their pockets, and now he knew it was true.
No wonder there was such a huge media presence today , Ioniko thought in disgust. She had planned this all along, and since it was rare to catch Damen and Alina together, much less sharing a kiss, a photo of it would surely put GAYL on the map.
He looked at the couple, who were clearly taken aback by the request as well.
And then he looked at her.
Mairi was completely white, and even this far away he could see the stricken look on her face.
Ioniko’s gaze returned to Leventis, the asshole who had caused Mairi to look like that. He was smiling, talking easily, trying to cajole Ms. Thorn out of the request, but the other woman was just as ruthless, making it impossible for Damen to refuse lest he wanted the crowd to think he disliked kissing his fiancée.
When he turned to Mairi again, he cursed under his breath. She looked like she was near to collapsing.
Fuck this.
He did not like playing the knight in shining armor, but something about Mairi made him want to pretend he was good.
Without a word, he stalked off the stage and headed towards Mairi’s direction.
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S TAVROS MANOLIS LOOKED up at the imposing entrance of the Grecian Academy For Young Ladies.
After so many years, he had finally found her.
This was the best lead he had in ages, and instincts told him that this time he might really see her again.
Mairi Tanner.
He owed her so many things, not the very least his apology for ruining her life without even knowing it.
Inside, he was greeted by name by one of the usherettes. The woman was well-trained, welcoming him without hesitation even though Stavros knew she was surely shocked and curious about what a bachelor billionaire was doing in a Teachers' Day presentation at a school where none of his family members studied.
Nyssa unclipped the CB radio from her pants to let Ms. Thorn know about the unexpected presence of yet another Greek billionaire. What was it with today, Nyssa wondered, that GAYL was practically bursting with hot rich guys?
And Stavros Manolis? The man was notorious for his workaholic ways, rarely being photographed for the society pages because he was that reclusive. The only events he attended were those sponsored by his company. They were very strictly monitored ones, leaving no chances for the paparazzi to interview him.
Stavros waited patiently for the usherette to speak with her superior. When she turned back to him, her welcoming smile was something he expected. Because he was who he was, doors would always open. Always.
“Ms. Thorn would like to invite you to the VIP row, Mr. Manolis.”
“It would be an honor.” He knew how this worked. He had come here without an invitation. This was what the school required in exchange.
As the usherette escorted him inside the auditorium, he was surprised to see a couple of familiar faces on stage. There was Ioniko Vlahos and, even more surprising, Damen Leventis and his rather insipid fiancée Alina Kokinos.
Damen was engaged in a lighthearted banter with a woman Stavros assumed to be the principal. As he listened absently to their exchange, Stavros knew his friend was fighting a losing battle. It was just a simple kiss between an engaged couple; it would be the height of rudeness to his fiancée if he continued refusing.
He asked the usherette quietly, “I believe you have a Ms. Mairi Tanner working here?”
“Oh, yes. She was our presenter for the opening speech. Would you like to meet her after the ceremony?”
“That would be ideal.” Stavros paused, considering his options. “If you could point out where she’s seated for now though?”
The woman stopped next to the front row seats. “There she is, Mr. Manolis.”
Stavros slowly followed her gaze.
It was her.
It really was her.
And she looked...she looked exactly like how she looked that day she had been expelled for being labeled a gold digger because of him.
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“M Y FIANCéE IS A SHY person, Ms. Thorn...”
“Oh, we are not asking for a passionate kiss, Mr. Leventis. I am very much aware of the tender age of my students. This is all in the spirit of celebrating your engagement, you understand. Just a small sweet kiss between a loving couple would be more than enough, wouldn’t you say so, girls?”
The students cheered their agreement.
Mairi listened sickly to the word play between Damen and Ms. Thorn, knowing that in the end the latter would win.
It would only be a matter of time.
And if they did kiss...
And if she saw them kiss...
She wanted to be sick.
****
M S. THORN WAS NOT GOING to give this up.
Damen knew she was not being a bitch about this, knew she was simply being her usual calculating self and saw no harm in asking for something that should be simple for any engaged couple to do. It was not her fault that she did not know how much he had fucked up and that by kissing his fiancée, he would be hurting another – the woman most special to him.
The thought of hurting Mairi again had his face hardening. No. Never. He had hurt her enough. He prepared himself to be rude, and damn what happened afterwards, but Alina, for once in her life, beat him to speaking.
“He is very protective of me,” Alina was suddenly saying. “I’m much younger than he is. He doesn’t like people to think he’s taking advantage of my age.” She smiled up at Damen even as her gaze remained unreadable and guarded. “What he needs to realize is that I am not to be protected.”
She took his face in her hands and tiptoed, her lips touching his.
Damen stilled.
In his mind, and he did not know if he had imagined it or not, he heard it so clearly – Mairi catching her breath, Mairi’s tears splattering on the floor, Mairi giving up on him.
No!
When Alina released him from her hold, he immediately turned to look at Mairi.
She was not crying. She did not seem like she was holding her breath. But she did look like she had finally given up waiting for him.
No.
And then he saw it –
Ioniko, coming from the side of the stage, walking purposely towards Mairi.
And further away from him but nearer to Mairi, Damen saw Stavros Manolis gazing at Mairi as well. He didn’t know and understand why Manolis was looking at Mairi like that, but if there was one thing he knew, it was that Manolis appeared to be his rival as well.
A part of him told Damen to just let it go. Mairi Tanner would have all the Greek billionaires she could ever want. Maybe reading all those books had done her good. Even if they weren’t meant to be, at least she would be well taken care of.
The noble part of him told Damen to let it go, to let Mairi move on.
But the selfish and honest part of him told Damen that if he did let her go, it would mean forever. If he gave up on her, it would be for the rest of their lives. He would never have the chance to call Mairi his again, never be able to taste her lips or feel her body welcome him—-
No.
He looked at Alina. “I’m sorry. It won’t work between us.” His words were caught by the microphone. He removed her ring from his finger.
Alina didn't speak, staring at him with wide-eyed shock.
“I’m sorry,” he said again before jumping off the stage to go after the woman that had taught his heart to beat for someone else.
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M AIRI COULD NOT THINK of a single thing that was more painful than seeing the man she loved receive the kiss of the woman who owned him and would one day have his name and bear him children.
It did not just hurt. It burned, like acid on her skin, a raging infection that almost drove Mairi to her knees.
Another woman’s lips was covering the lips of the man she loved – the man she had waited for all her life.
“No,” she whispered, closing her eyes, praying to God that it was a nightmare she could wake up from. But when she opened her eyes, Damen was still on stage and Alina Kokinos was still kissing him.
She fell back in her seat, knowing that it was a sight she could never forget, not even if she lived to be a hundred years old. She would always remember this, and she would always grieve because that one kiss had sliced her heart and broken it into a thousand pieces.
Mairi’s eyes fluttered close as she wheezed for breath as discreetly as she could. She was having a panic attack. Or maybe this was shock. She didn’t know anymore. All she knew was that she couldn’t breathe past the pain.
“Mairi?” That was Velvet.
“Mairi!” That was Mandy.
“Mairi?” That was...Ioniko?
“Mairi?” That was...a voice from the past, one familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
And then chaos, everyone around her gasping, followed by a thousand clicking sounds as she heard a voice she didn’t think she’d hear anymore say her name.
“Mairi?”
Damen .
Her eyes opened.
She whispered brokenly, “Damen?”
Hearing her say his name like that broke him apart. If he had the chance to offer his life and the lives he would live after it in exchange for wiping the slate clean with Mairi, he would have. If it meant sentencing himself to an eternity in hell just so Mairi would never know the pain he had caused her time and time again, he would have.
In two single strides, Damen had her in his arms. She was still limp and unmoving.
His lips touched her hair. “I’m sorry,” he gritted out, his arms tightening around her. He tipped her chin up, needing her to see the truth in his eyes.
“Mairi, I love you.”
The words caused a wave of shock to go through the entire crowd.
Ioniko stopped moving towards them, his expression becoming hooded.
Stavros also stilled. Something inside him reacted to those words from Damen Leventis, and that something felt emptier and emptier as he took in the way Damen was looking at Mairi. His once very self-sufficient friend – a man who once did not believe in love – was looking at Mairi like he had started to believe because he had found it in the woman in his arms.
The paparazzi had finally caught on. Question after question was fired at them, and soon Damen and Mairi found themselves inside the tight circle made by his security team.
Everything was a blur, and Mairi could only look at Damen but not see him.
“Mairi, please,” he said hoarsely. “Say something.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know what to say.”
He fought for control even as everything inside him went crazy with fear that he was too late, that he had hurt her too much and now she just wanted to be free of him.
“Mairi, I’m sorry for being an ass. I can say a thousand more words, but they all boil down to the same thing. I fucked up and I just need one more chance to atone for all the times I hurt you.”
She still didn’t say anything.
“I’ve broken the engagement, Mairi. I knew – when I looked at you after she...”
And she spoke then, only to whisper in the same broken almost-singsong voice, “You kissed her.”
“No,” he denied fiercely. “I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me and—-” Damen’s hands shook as he cupped her tender face. “Mairi, you taught me to love because I saw how much you loved me. And if I’ve lost your trust and love because I messed up too many times, I’m sorry. But I’m not giving up. I’m going to do the same thing and teach you to believe in my love this time.”
He waited and waited, his heart cracking open with every second that passed without a word leaving Mairi’s lips. And just when he was about to lose hope, he felt it, her hands going to his heart.
“Damen.” Still broken, but not as weak, not as pained.
He covered her hand with his, pressing it close against his heart. “You’re in there now, matakia mou. And no matter what happens, you’ll always be there because it’s yours. All my heart is yours.”
Crying now, Mairi slowly took his other hand and brought it to her own heart. “This will always be yours, too. No matter how much it hurts to love you, Damen, it will always be yours.”