Chapter 6
Okay this is awkward...
Damien stares at me in confusion and then his eyes slowly drift to my wet hair and then back to my face. I take in a deep breath as the dim lights in the room make his eyes sparkle.
I look down to our current state and notice that I'm still on top of him, my hands grabbing his hoodie and... Oh crap, I'm wrapped in my towel. I'm about to rush out of the bed when there's a knock on the door.
Damien and I separate in surprise, his hazel eyes bore holes into mine as we wonder who's at the door. Damien quickly says "who's there?"
"It's Maya, I'm the manager of the Ocean designs. I want to bring in the last of Mrs Francesca's boxes".
OMG whoever is there can't see me... No, can't see us like this. I quickly hide under Damien's blankets while he stands. He gives me a blank look before going over to the door and saying come in.
Maya walks in... I know this because I could hear the sound of the door and the sounds of heels. After some seconds she leaves.
Immediately the door closes I rush out of the bed and glare at Damien who is casually leaning on his reading table with his hands in his sweats pocket.
"How dare you move my things without my permission, I told you specifically that I wasn't going to move in with you. You are to move in with me" Damien didn't even blink.
"Well I obviously didn't listen before, neither am I going to listen now"
"Excuse me..."
"You're excused" Damien said cutting me off.
I was furious at this moment "Listen to me Mr Damien Lorenzo, you may be some kind of ridiculous conceited jerk but I obviously don't give a crap. You might have won this round but just no it isn't over" I say to him while glaring at him. Oh if looks could kill he would have been long gone by now. Damien just ignored me and went out of the room.
Stupid, conceited, cranky, annoying jerk. I will make him regret ever trying this shit with me. Who does he think he is?
Well he's one of the richest billionaires but who cares!!?? Forbes does but still who cares?
I need to get dressed, the reason I let this go was cause I knew I couldn't fight him while standing half naked. I need to dry my hair so I go over to the drawers and notice all sorts of men things and ugh I hate sharing a room. I grudgingly check the other drawers and then I find what I'm looking for. I take the hair dryer and dry my hair before going over to the closet and changing into a black short gown. I comb my hair and slip on my flip flops.
Taking my time I take note of my sorrounding. His room is grudgingly beautiful. The furnitures are grey, white and black. The lights are dim and there's a big reading table at at the other edge of the room. The room is very big to say the least. The windows are huge and transparent. After looking around I walk out of the room.
Walking over to my room which is just four doors away I take my phone and rush downstairs. I'm starving, I think Gretta is not around cause she's usually always in the kitchen. I go over to the freezer and take out some beef. I chop some tomatoes, blend some and make a beef stew. One hour later I boil my rice and voila. Tomato stew and white rice accompanied with beef. After my lunch I go back to the living room.
I wanna watch some Netflix. I miss Liza. I barely pick a movie before Damien walks back into the house. He slowly comes and sits opposite me. His face is blank as usual but he is casually handsome, like what the actual crap. This guy is criminally good looking and it's freaking annoying.
"We have to go on a date at 7 in the evening" his soft masculine voice catches my attention.
I raise my eyebrows but nod in confirmation. He stands up and walks back to his room but not before giving me a blank look.
I check the time and it's 4pm. Ugh, I don't wanna go out. Groaning I just decide to enjoy my movie. I'm so engrossed in watching After that I don't realize it's already 6pm. Grumbling I stand up and turn off the TV. I rush back upstairs and remember I have to be in the same room with Damien.
Crap this is going to be as awkward as a girl asking her brother to by tampons for her. I know right? Awkward. After two minutes of self debating I open the door and see him sitting at his reading table with scattered files on the table an open laptop and a phone at his ear. He's making a call and from the sound of it, it's a business call. Deciding not to interrupt his call I go to my side of the closet and pick a black long shaped gown with a knee-length slit. I take everything I need to the bathroom cause I don't wanna change with him in the room. I take my bath, brush my teeth and comb my hair. I had to use his his soap, conditioner and lotion since mine is not here now. I wonder why.
I smell like him from head to toe, Liking the idea of spiting him I use his colonge.
After putting on my dress, doing a light makeup and styling my hair I leave the bathroom. I notice Damien is already dressed, maybe he took his bath elsewhere.
Considering you took forever to get out.
Excuse me but a woman has to dress up. Plus I had to get ready there. Damien is dressed in a black tux. We're matching!
He completes the look with a black shoe and white tie. He's hair is styled to look classic but casual. He was still speaking on the phone so he didn't notice me.
Do you want him to?
Well... Whatever.
I walk over to the vanity and put on my bracelet. I add a silver necklace and earrings accompanied by white strap three inch heels. I don't want to over dress.
Damien finishes with his call and then he immediately turns to look at me and OMG. The clash of hazel and blue is incredible. He looks smoking hot and his eyes are... Shut up.
He looks me from head to toe and then I see a smirk at the corner of his lips. It was surely there. He stands up and walks towards me. We smell the same. I keep a neutral look as he slowly stops a few inches from me. As if suddenly realizing it he inhales and exhales before looking at me with amusement in his eyes.
"Did someone use my colonge and conditioner?"
Smirking I reply "That's for you to wonder and for me to know"
Shaking his head he slowly says "you look ok" is he kidding me, he can't manage a simple complement? Shrugging I reply "You look fair"
He simply raises his eyebrows before saying "let's get going".
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