Chapter 366 Out of Control in the Atmosphere
Ashley sank into the couch, holding a steaming cup of coffee, not finding it bad at all. "This latte I made is pretty good. Don't believe me? Take a sip."
Damian furrowed his brows, looking skeptically at the liquid in his hand that resembled coffee.
"It won't kill you!"
Ashley couldn't stand his pickiness and took two sips herself, leaving a faint milk mustache on her lips. She naturally licked it off with the tip of her tongue. "I'm not lying."
Damian's throat tightened. When he looked at the cup again, he couldn't shake the feeling that her lips were moving, exuding an innocent yet seductive aura that made his heart race and his breath quicken.
This damn heat was killing him.
Feeling annoyed, Damian took a sip of the coffee. The mix of coffee and milk flavors invaded his mouth, further unsettling his already distracted mind.
He drank too hastily and choked on the coffee, coughing violently.
Ashley grabbed a few tissues and handed them to him. "Are you okay? Take it slow."
Damian tried to speak, but the liquid went down the wrong pipe again. He coughed so hard his eyes bulged, and his face turned red from his nose to his forehead.
Ashley didn't dare joke anymore. She hurriedly put down her cup and patted his back anxiously. "How are you? Feeling any better?"
Damian looked up at her, his pupils bloodshot. He tried to speak but was overtaken by another bout of intense coughing.
Ashley was completely flustered. She patted his back with one hand and held his hand with the other, wanting to scold him for drinking too fast but couldn't bring herself to do it seeing his miserable state. "You... take it slow. I'm not going to steal it from you!"
It took Damian several minutes to stop coughing. He loosened his tie to breathe more easily. "Ashley, are you trying to murder me?"
Ashley gave an awkward laugh. "If I had known a cup of coffee could kill you, I would have done it long ago."
He's not a child; how could he choke on coffee? Who knows what he was thinking about when he drank it.
Damian rubbed his forehead, then realized his hand was still in hers. Her slender fingers, soft as a cloud, could only grasp a few of his fingers, holding on as if it could somehow ease the pain.
Ashley also realized her hand was in an inappropriate place and quickly let go as if shocked. She cleared her throat and said, "What's on TV? I haven't seen this show before."
Damian had no idea; his mind wasn't on the TV. He glanced at the pleated floor lamp by the coffee table and changed the subject. "You bought that lamp too, didn't you? Why not try it out?"
Ashley's eyes lit up. "Yes! This lamp is very popular right now. I bought a trendy one. It has three light sources. Let me show you."
She turned off the main chandelier, leaving only the light from the TV in the living room.
Damian's vision went dark, and Ashley beside him was shrouded in the dim light. His sense of smell became particularly acute, and every breath was filled with her faint, alluring scent, which seemed to attack his defenses relentlessly.
Ashley flipped the switch, and the lamp's soft glow illuminated a corner of the couch. The gentle reading light effect was like a layer of silk gauze, casting a beautiful filter over everything in sight.
Ashley was very pleased and happy, her eyes sparkling with joy. She curled up in a corner of the couch, resting her chin in her hand. "Does it look good?"
Damian's heart was suddenly stirred.
Under the lamp's fuzzy glow, Ashley looked like she had stepped out of a movie. Her long fingers played with her hair, and her moist lips moved, each action sending a fatal invitation to him.
A rush of heat surged from his sense of touch to his sense of smell, then to his vision... He couldn't take it anymore.
Damian suddenly grabbed her chin, his still-warm lips pressing against hers. His coffee-flavored tongue invaded the sweet, milky territory, forcibly taking away its sweetness.
Ashley widened her eyes, staring into Damian's.
Damian, have you gone mad?
She slapped him with both hands, but Damian only pressed harder. He pinned her arms behind her back, pressing her firmly against the couch, his hard chest crushing her every soft spot.
"Damian..." Ashley managed to utter a word before he swallowed it back down.
Their breaths mingled, the temperature rising as if about to explode.
A chill ran through Ashley's body, and she wanted to cover herself but couldn't move her hands.
She protested with breathy sounds, but Damian, oblivious, continued to sink deeper.
Ashley was driven to distraction by him, her rational mind being compressed to the point of collapse.
In a moment of desperation, she bit down hard on his tongue.
Damian, in pain, finally released his iron grip. His long arms propped up beside her, still surrounding the curled-up Ashley. He looked at her swollen lips, closed his eyes in frustration, and muttered, "Damn it."
Damn it, where was his rationality, his self-control? He had repeatedly warned himself to take it slow, but it was all bullshit.
Ashley, breathing erratically, hurriedly fixed her disheveled clothes. The buttons were broken, leaving her feeling chilly. "Damian, what are you doing!"
She shouted, her chaotic mind only able to come up with that one sentence.
Damian released his arms, sat beside her, and took a few gulps of coffee. The coffee couldn't quell the turmoil inside him. He stood up restlessly. "I'm going to have a smoke."
With that, he strode to the balcony.
The cigarette's glow flickered in the darkness, and the floor lamp's light couldn't reach Damian's face. Behind him was the pitch-black night, the crescent moon hanging like a hook, a scene of desolation.
Ashley looked at Damian's tall, lonely figure. She should have been angry, but instead, she felt a twinge of pity.
She was the one taken advantage of, the one who was disrespected, so why did she feel like Damian was the one who got hurt?
Ashley decided to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.
She put on her slippers, walked to the entrance, changed her shoes, and prepared to leave.
As she grabbed her car keys, she thought Damian might say something or call out to her like he used to.
But he didn't. Even when the elevator reached the underground parking lot, she didn't hear Damian's voice.
Sitting in her car, Ashley gripped the steering wheel, forcing herself to calm down. She did not think about the unexpected kiss and did not ponder why Damian suddenly went crazy and did such a thing.
Ashley frustratedly scratched her head, trying to brainwash herself. "It was just a moment of losing control due to the atmosphere. Anyone could lose control and do something against their will. Stop overthinking! Don't think about it! Just consider it as being bitten by a dog again, got it!"
That damn lamp, she must have been out of her mind to buy it.
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