The Billionaire's Weekend Bride by Kimmy Love

disgust.
     
    “At least their company is honest,” said Merriman.
     
    Still staggering to find the right words, Damian turned to him. “You're making a big mistake, Mr. Merriman. And if you think that shaming a girl who was doing me a huge favor, in front of a room of strangers proves a point to me, then I'm glad we no longer have a deal.”
     
    Damian rushed out of the room. He knew he had to go after Sonia. He ran all the way down the stairs and down to the reception area. Of course there was no sign of her and he kicked himself for letting her go and not chasing after her straight away.
     
    Out on the street he looked up and down, desperately hoping to see her storming away but he couldn't see her anywhere. He cursed under his breath and hailed a taxi. He thought she must be at least half way to her apartment by now and didn't think for one second she would want to see him – but he had to try.

CHAPTER 7
     
    About twenty minutes passed by but Sonia would not press the buzzer and let Damian in. He tried other apartments but no one was entertaining the idea of letting a stranger into the building. Not even the great Damian Hedley could charm these people. Just then, thankfully, someone arrived at the building. Damian tried to act casually and not look like a complete stranger to the woman returning home with her groceries. She was loaded with bags.
     
    “Here, let me get that.” The charm worked on her and Damian was in the building at last. He rode up in the elevator with the woman, still carrying her bags. She lived on the first floor and chatted the entire time. Without looking back at him, she left the elevator, expecting Damian to follow behind with her bags.
     
    Damian did his best to not lose his temper and drop the bags on the floor. She had done him a big favor after all. Instead, he smiled nicely and walked to her door.
     
    “If you wouldn't mind just leaving them on the kitchen table that would be wonderful,” She said and continued into her apartment. Damian followed behind. In the kitchen, a cat tried to spring at him from the top of a kitchen cupboard but the woman caught hold of the moggy in mid-flight.
     
    “Naughty, Doodles,” she exclaimed. “That's not how we treat a Good Samaritan.” She smiled kindly at Damian and followed him as he hurried to the door again. “Can I at least offer you a cup of coffee?” she said.
     
    “No, no,” he replied, already in the hall. “You never have to repay a Samaritan. We love to help.” He ran back to get in the elevator but it had already been called and on its way upwards, without him.
     
    He ran to the stairwell and decided the stairs would be quicker. He'd wasted enough time. By the time he got to Sonia's apartment he was out of breath and perspiring but desperate to see her. Still, she would not answer the door.
     
    “Sonia! Sonia, please.” He banged several times with his fist. “Answer the door. I'm not going to leave here until I see you. My flight leaves tonight. I can't go like this. I can't.”
     
    He continued to pound the door but there was no response until a very angry Bibi came to the door.
     
    “If you don't leave this building in the next five seconds, I'm going to call the police,” she said, staring daggers at him.
     
    “Bibi, please. I need to talk to Sonia. Did she tell you what they did to her?”
     
    “What they did to her. You were the one who got her into this mess.”
     
    “How can you say that? I didn't take those pictures and I certainly didn't encourage her to get mixed up in bar full of drug users.”
     
    “Oh, I see,” Bibi said. “So you want to blame her for this?”
     
    “I'm not blaming anyone. The Merrimans could have handled it better.” Damian was out of patience. “But forget them and their hotels.”
     
    “Why? Aren't the hotels what this is all about?” Bibi screwed up her eyes. “I get it. You stayed behind and you spun them a line didn't you? I bet you sold Sonia out and