Chapter 24: Strange Voices

"Jenny said she can sleep by herself, don't worry about her."
Damon's hands began to wander over my body as he held me, the hot breath from his words spewing over my neck, and I felt the underside of my body already responding passionately to Damon.
I felt ashamed that I was even indulging in lust.
"I have class tomorrow morning and I need to go home and do my homework."
I came up with another excuse, which apparently sucked.
"It's Saturday."
Damon no longer had the patience to listen to me continue to make excuses and picked me up off the floor with one arm, I felt the strength of Damon's arm and felt my body move in the direction of the bed.
"Coo-"
A strange sound came out of the small of my back and I instantly turned red.
I think Damon's hand pressed against the small of my back also felt the sound of rolling there.
"Heh ......"
Damon's laughed out loud, and I didn't know how to open my mouth to break the awkward scene because I was shy.
"Goo-"
The strange sound rang out again, and I could guarantee that it was not the sound coming from my stomach.
"Hahahahaha!"
I looked up and saw Damon's apple-like red cheeks and burst out laughing.
"Okay, let's eat something first."
Damon set me down on the floor and rubbed his hand through his red hair to hide his embarrassed expression.
"I'll go get my clothes."
Damon left me where I was, naked in an unfamiliar environment, which made me very uncomfortable, and I chose to continue back to bed, covering my super hot body with the covers.
I was curious as to where Damon was going to get his clothes, but I just took one look at him and immediately shifted my eyes in the other direction of the bedroom.
Perhaps, Damon had to be really too good.
Only now did I take a serious look at the room I was in.
The room I was in was large for a bedroom, or maybe it wasn't a bedroom, it was a flat floor where you could take in all the locations within the entire house from the moment you opened the door to the room.
There is no obstruction here, even the bathroom is surrounded by transparent glass.
The most exaggerated is the bathtub, which is very uniquely placed in the middle of the entire room.
Obviously, this is only one of Damon's apartments, from the placement of items in the room, Damon should not often live here.
This apartment has huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside is the river that flows through the city.
I judged the location of the apartment from the view outside, and I once had an apartment like this, the keys to which had been recalled by my parents since I had a fight with them.
Of course, I didn't have Damon's fetish of making all the walls in the room transparent.
I quickly withdrew my eyes, Damon had already put on his bathrobe and was walking towards me with another one in his hand.
"There is only this one extra bathrobe, I have asked my assistant to help purchase a new one and it will be delivered tomorrow morning."
Damon handed me the robe in his hand and explained to me.
I didn't say anything, I just took the robe in his hand and looked at him quietly.
"I don't come here often, only some half-finished products that have been frozen for a long time."
Damon glanced toward me and walked toward where the kitchen was.
Without taking my eyes off his back, I quickly slipped on the robe he handed me and walked barefoot to the fridge as well.
The floor was covered with gray marble, which took on a chill under the night.
Because the floor was so cold, I tried to reduce the invasion of cold air by standing on one foot.
I just stood by Damon's side and watched him take a steak out of the freezer that had taken on a dark brown color.
It was obvious that the steak had been forgotten in the freezer for a long time.
Damon proceeded to rummage around in the fridge, which actually didn't require rummaging, as there wasn't even a single vegetable leaf besides the piece of steak.
"emm, I'd say you're sure this stuff is still edible?"
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to fight the cold from my feet in this way.
Only this temperature didn't chill my heart as much as this steak from Damon.
"I think it's okay."
Damon stood up, found the pan from the cupboard, and placed both the pan and the steak on the table.
As I was rejoicing that Damon had finally given up on this steak, I felt the warmth of his hand around my waist.
I was then picked up by him and he carefully placed me on his toes.
The soles of my feet were like a block of ice and the tops of his feet were the opposite of mine, like a furnace.
"What are you doing?"
I was startled by this sequence of his movements and tried to get off his feet.
"You think the floor is cold."
Damon looked at me very, very seriously, and I watched the thin slice of his mouth squirm as my brain tried to analyze the purpose of these actions of his.
I struggled to get off his feet, but he was so strong that I couldn't break free.
"I can wait for you in bed."
I had realized what I had said was wrong when I finished the sentence, and I hastily covered my mouth and stared at him with wide eyes.
"When you've had your fill, we can continue what we were doing."
The smile on the corner of Damon's mouth even passed into his pupils.
It was the first time I saw a real smile in Damon's eyes.
This whole sequence of actions made me feel embarrassed, and I thought I would just have to shut up so that there should be no more embarrassing things for me.
After two struggles, I gave up on the idea of getting off of Damon and I reached out my arms around Damon's thin, muscle-filled waist.
I could feel Damon pause for a moment, but soon resumed his task at hand.
Following his footsteps, I felt him move to the side of the gas stove, my cheek pressed against his chest, I tried to make myself as non-existent as possible.
But when I heard the sound of the flames, I couldn't help but worry.
"Do you know how to cook?"
As the highest leader of a business, I didn't think he had any cooking skills.
Damon didn't answer me, but gave me the answer through his behavior.
Because my back was turned to the table, I was only able to distinguish Damon's every movement from his voice.
He skillfully unwrapped the steak, then turned on the fire, and I could hear the flames licking the bottom of the pan.
This was followed by the sound of the steak falling into the pan.
The juices on the steak continued to make a slight cracking sound under the added heat, and with these sounds burst the aroma that wafted through the air.
He can really cook!
I looked at Damon's neck in amazement as if I had discovered a new world.
Because of the angle, I couldn't see his expression.
He rubbed his chin against my soft hair, and his hands didn't stop moving as he placed the steak on the plate he had prepared long ago.