Chapter 21

Is she kidding me right now?
I raise my brows and frown at her. I'm still in yesterday's clothes and my hair has been tied in a messy bun. My makeup must be smeared eight now and I also haven't had a bath or even brushed my teeth but I know I still look ok.
It's not her comment that offended me but the fact that my sister, someone I haven't seen for the past four years decided that this would be the first word she'd say to me. I really shouldn't expect much from her though, she's proven time and time again that she's no good.
I fold my arms and give her a hard look "what the hell are you doing here"
Tara smirks and looks around " wow, this house... No mansion, is actually bigger than our house. The decor..."
" What. Are. You. Doing. Here" I cut her off with a stern voice.
Her polite demeanor changes and she raises her brows. "didn't mum tell you? I came here to stay, obviously"
I frown and point my fingers at her "in case you didn't hear me, I said why are you here. I already know you came here to stay but why?"
Tara frowns at my comment and glares at me "how dare you speak to my like that, you are my little sister, don't forget that. And who told you I need your permission to stay here?" I burst out laughing hysterically before giving her a dark gaze.
"oh please save it, who told you that you have any right to stay in my house. In case your heavy eyeshadow is blocking your view and your giant earrings are obstructing your hearing then listen carefully. This is my house as much as it is Damien's, so I have every freaking right to ask why you're here. I can have you kicked out right this minute and I may be your junior sister but I definitely don't owe you any respect. Know that now and save yourself stress"
Tara gasps and glares at me in fury. "I already asked mum and she said I could stay here, if anyone is to send me away it will be Damien not you" I'm about to say something when a thought comes to my mind. If she wants Damien's permission then so be it, I'll leave the situation to Damien.
"If I were you I'd leave, and also now" with that I turn and make my way upstairs. I go to Damien's room and take a black knee-length turtle gown and flip flops. I also take my hair dryer and my hair products. My body needs a wash and so does my hair and teeth. After gathering all the things I need I rush to my room and have a long 30 minutes bath. After thoroughly washing myself and brushing my teeth, I then wash my hair and dry it. I get dressed and straighten my hair since it was getting tangled. When I'm done I wear a diamond pin earring and I then spray my colonge. Oops... After spraying the colonge I remember that I took Damien's own not mine. I brought mine here yesterday so maybe I left it somewhere. I need to get a new one. I can't keep using his colonge. I grab my phone and put on a little piece of jewelry.
I then put on my flip flops and make my way to the living room. I rush down the stairs only to see the living room empty. Where is Tara? Maybe she left?, Even though I know she's not one to give up... Maybe she's changed.
I shrug and sit on the couch, I start scrolling through my phone when the front door opens, I turn and see Damien walking in. He's currently dressed in black jeans and a blue T shirt. His blackish blond hair has been styled casually and his hazel eyes sparkle under the light.
Our eyes meet and I divert my gaze. I continue scrolling through my phone while Damien starts walking towards the stairs before he abruptly stops, I hear him turn and I feel his gaze on me so I raise my head to see him staring at me with a blank look.
I raise my brows and frown, why's he looking at me? Damien makes his way towards me. I stand nervously and he keeps coming until he stops two feet away from me.
"Francesca?" His cool voice says my name in a deep whisper. His hazel eyes are staring intently at mine.
"Damien" I say avoiding his gaze. For some reason I'm awkwardly nervous and 8 don't like it at all. This is so freaking uncomfortable. Wait... Did he? OMG. He found out about the colonge, what is wrong with me? I could I possibly not tell the difference. He smells like cool breeze mixed with lavender and something so manly but soft. And have a colonge that's flowers and pineapple.
"Did you my colonge again?" He asks in a cool voice. I stare at his hazel eyes and I'm actually not happy that he's being calm, I don't want to talk to him for God's sake. He insulted me yesterday, if only I didn't use his colonge. But silly me used his colonge and now here he is, standing two feet away from me with no single remorse or apology for yesterday. What a joker he is.
"Yes...no... I mean yes... No" wow, that was so smooth Francesca, keep it up.
Damien raises his brows and asks again "yes or no. Which is it"
"Hmm... Both"
Damien's jaw twitches and I inwardly groan. He's loosing his cool, good.
"Care to explain how it's both? Cause I'm listening" I can't let him intimidate me.
"Well, hmm... Yes cause it's on my clothes and body right now but no because I didn't mean to use it, I mean I didn't realize it was yours till I used it, well you shouldn't be asking me that. You moved my things to your room, now bear the consequences "
I see a small smirk on his lips before he smiles. "you know, using my colonge is not free"
OMG, did he just smile at me... What do I do? Should I smile back. But I'm still angry with him. Francesca stop acting like a school girl and pull yourself together.
"Well I'm not supposed to talk to you but what's the plan price tag?" I ask smirking.
Damien cocks his head to the side "so you're not supposed to talk to me or you don't want to talk to me?" I just shrug "Damien turns and starts leaving me turning to say "about the price tag, you'll know in good time" with that he turns and walks up the stairs leaving me in a blushing mess.
I'm about to have my seat when Damien's loud voice from the his room startles me. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?"
Oh shit, Tara...