Book 2, Chapter 19: Oops

**Madison**

“Well, that’s not good at all. You certainly came to the right place. Boss instructed us earlier to take the best care of you,” the guard said with a smile. He and his companion in the little office grabbed their bags and left. I made sure to stand in the way of the door so they would forget to close it. They rushed up the stairs, forgetting to take me with them. I chuckled to myself and entered the room.

I put the container I made by the door. I waited for another round of lightning and thunder before I switched off the main circuit board. The entire house shut down. I had very little time to act. I pulled the water out of my pocket and stepped by the doorframe before pouring the water into the container. Within seconds, the endothermic reaction sprouted up, creating a massive hot foam that landed on the security equipment and lathered the floor, making it almost impossible for them to do anything. That should detain them for a while.

I shut the door and bolted to the front door. Since all the electrical equipment was down, the alarms were disabled. I threw open the front door just as I heard Damien’s voice ring out for someone to get the lights back on.

I hurried to the first car I could find. Sadly, it was locked. I tried four cars before one was unlocked and got in the car. I was already soaked to the bone. I made sure to keep my head low and fumbled around under the steering wheel. Using the knife, I cut the wires and hotwire the car to life. I then used the chip clip to keep the wires together. I wasted no time driving out. I looked into the blackness in my rearview mirror. Lightening struck close, illuminating the sky, and I saw Damien’s tall figure standing by the open door for a brief moment. I could feel his anger in my soul.

I began a slow trek down the mountainside. This was incredibly stupid. I couldn’t see three inches before me with this downpour, yet I was determined to get away and a few minutes passed before I saw headlights coming up behind me. I knew they wouldn’t try to run me over. Damien would kill all of them, so I stayed my course. But I did risk speeding up slightly.

Until I got to the end of the road, I didn’t know there was a gate at the end, and to my rotten luck, it was closed. I should have paid closer attention. But what made my heart speed up was that right in front of my car was Damien holding a gun right in my direction while he was being pelted with rain. I had no choice but to park the car. Then there is a tap on my window. Another gun is pressed against the glass. The unrelenting rain makes it nearly impossible to see much except the nozzles of the guns. I looked around and saw several guards with guns. Damien took the place of the guard near my head. He yanked open the door and put the gun to my head.

“You are in massive trouble, butterfly,” Damien said through gritted teeth, his gun still in my temple.

“Oops?” I said with a sheepish grin. Damien’s eyes darkened, and he was pretty sure he growled.

“Move over. Now.” He kept his gun out. I decided not to anger the beast anymore at the last minute, so I complied. He quickly got in the driver's seat. He was drenched. Large water droplets were rolling down his face, and a small puddle was already on his feet.

At this point, the rest of the guards seemed to have retreated to their dry cars. I watched as Damien waged a silent war with himself. He was breathing heavily; his body was so tense it looked like it was vibrating, white knuckles on the steering wheel, and his eyes were closed. He was attempting to regulate his emotions. Seeing him like this makes my heart flutter and heat blossom in my core. I felt terrible trying to escape and knew my punishment wouldn’t be good. It was so wrong at that moment, but I couldn’t help but admire how hot he looked right now.

Unable to take the silence, I whispered a simple “I’m sorry.” He didn’t say anything in return. He just exhaled loudly before he turned the car around and started back up the winding roads of his mountain estate. We returned to the house soon enough, and he wasted no time getting out. He pulled open my door and grabbed my arm. It was rough and certainly would be difficult to wiggle out of, but not too tight that would leave a bruise.

As he led me up the stairs, some lights were back on in the house. We walked down the hallway back to his room but stopped at the room next to it. He opened the door and pushed me inside before closing the door behind me. I heard a lock on the door. The lights flickered on to reveal a cream-colored bedroom. The queen-size bed looked soft and warm. All the furniture was natural light-stained wood.

There was a sweatshirt and sweatpants on the bed. I started to shiver as the cold rain finally seeped into my bones. I found the bathroom and quickly showered before wearing clean, dry clothes. I came back out to see Damien pacing by the bed. He, too, had changed into dry clothes.

“Damien,” I started to say, only for one look from him to shut me right up. His face was contorted in anger. He approached me like I was prey; every step was deliberate. I naturally began to back up, but then the wall stopped me.

He wasted no time trapping me between his arms and rested his forehead against mine. We stayed like that for several minutes. We both were breathing really hard. He was practically vibrating again. Finally, I felt him kiss my forehead before he pushed off against the wall and left the room. I heard the door lock once more.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t do anything. I would have thought he would have done something, right? This was too weird…

I sat on the bed while waiting for him to return. Only he didn’t. And I quickly became bored. And hungry. There was no television, not even a clock. I couldn’t tell how long I was in the room as the rain was still pouring and blocking out all the sun.

My tummy rumbled, but I satisfied myself with some tap water and eventually fell asleep while I waited…

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It’s now been three days. Three grueling, dull days in pure isolation. This is the worst kind of torture. Damien hasn’t come to visit me once. A maid brings food once daily but won’t talk to me. I tried asking her to message Damien, but she ignored me like I didn’t exist.

I was more than stir-crazy. I craved human contact like a bee needs flowers. I wanted Damien. By the second night, I lost my resolve. I tried banging on the door and yelling until I became hoarse and even broke a few things before I just laid on my bed and cried for hours. I felt so alone. Last night, I cried, repeatedly whispering, ‘I’m sorry, Damien.’ He consumed my thoughts. I even dreamed that Damien would come and sleep in bed with me. I cuddled up to him and finally settled down on his chest, letting his heartbeat lull me to a deep slumber, only to wake up to an empty bed once again.

I lay in bed staring at the dull white ceiling. I heard the lock click, figuring it was the maid delivering my food. I didn’t even move.

To my utmost surprise, I felt the bed dip next to me. I looked over to my left to find Damien looking at me. The tears I had been trying to hold back failed me again by spilling over. He reached over and caught them with his thumb while he caressed my cheek with his palm. I closed my eyes, thinking I was daydreaming, only to open them again to see him still there.

“Damien? Is that you?” I asked with a whisper. My voice was still hoarse and scratchy from all the crying.

“Yes, Zemra Ime. I’m here,” he said softly.

“I’m so sorry. I know I was bad,” I said, closing my eyes once more while hot tears flowed.

“I know, butterfly,” he said softly. I felt him shift on the bed before strong arms picked me up, so I was now straddling his waist, and his back was against the wall. I clung to him like a koala as he stroked my back tenderly.

“You made quite a mess, Zemra Ime. I have to say I am impressed. It has taken us three days to get the house back in order,” Damien said teasingly.

“You’re not mad at me?” I asked hopefully.

“Oh, butterfly. I’m infuriated. But I also believe that you have been overwhelmed with all the changes. I expected you to try something, just not so soon. It’s my fault for constantly underestimating you,” Damien replied.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I asked, burying my face in his chest.

“Honestly, Zemra Ime. I was so mad that I knew I would hurt you beyond repair if I didn’t walk away. It took me almost a full day to calm down. I don’t want to hurt you, ever. You mean too much to me, Madison. But that doesn’t mean that you can disrespect me. I felt hurt when you ran. I decided that a few days of isolation may just be torture enough for you. I’m a selfish bastard, Zemra Ime, so I will gladly burn the world down if it means I keep you with me,” He said. I could hear the smugness in his voice.

I looked up at him and saw the colors in his eyes swirling with mischief. His lips looked soft and inviting. I felt this need in the depth of my soul to be close to him. We stared at each other for a few minutes before he leaned down and captured my lips in a heated kiss. A kiss that spoke volumes for each of us. I poured all my feelings into our lip dance, and I could feel his passion and desire as he gripped my hips. We finally broke apart, breathing heavily.

He rested his forehead against mine. “You have no idea just how badly I want you, Madison. I love you so fucking much. I want to make you mine in every way,” Damien breathed.

I even surprised myself when I said thoughtfully, “Then take me, Damien. Make me yours.”