It's been three days since I moved in and it was smooth and quiet. Damian was there the first day then he got a call and has to leave on an urgent business trip. He quickly briefed me on stuff I needed to know but more importantly he just reminded me to keep myself low key. I assured him it won't be a problem and that I won't be going anywhere especially with my room full of books I can delve into. I am a total bookworm and I love immersing in stories, travelling the world with my imagination and engulfing myself in the scent of book paper.
Today would be just like yesterday as I planned but I just wanted to do a bit of cleaning as I don't want Damian to feel like I am leeching off of our situation and it would be an embarrassment again if he comes home and the house is filthy.
I took my airpods out and scrolled through my playlist to choose the songs to make me energized. I pumped the volume on high and started with my task.
Pink's True Love was playing and I automatically sang to it. I was wiping the granite stovetop while performing my kitchen concert and dancing to it. My loose white shirt started to clung to my body because of sweat. This is such a good workout, I told myself. I needed the exercise and I get to clean- win-win situation.
"True love, trueee love, it must be truee love.." I have always loved Pink's songs. She is just an amazing singer songwriter. The song is so perfect in every way. I read somewhere that she wrote it while thinking about her husband and their relationship. The lyrics are so funny but also realistic. If I could only have the courage to have a short hair like hers - I'd be rocking this song as she does or almost. A smiled spread on my face as I imagined myself in short pink hair. The song came to the chorus again and I automatically joined in to it bobbing my head, moving my arms to the beat then I spun around dancing. I froze right there and then.
Damian was staring at me flabbergasted.
What in the world!! I was removing my airpods when I saw his lips moving. What timing! This is so awkward. "Welcome home..?" I yelped.
"Huh? I mean sorry I didn't hear what you've said." I managed to say and showed him my earphones.
"I asked why are you cleaning." He was wearing a suit of deep blue and judging by his looks he was not having a great day.
"Oh right, I decided on some cleaning after I made beakfast. Then I can clean myself up and get back to reading. There's nothing much to do around here though. I just thought maintaning the cleanliness is may way of showing that I am not taking advantage of your kindness." I rested my back on the kitchen sink trying to act cool after being caught red handed. My heart is racing and I'm not sure if it was the adrenaline or from the sight of him.
"You don't have to do that." he started loosening his tie and walking towards the fridge. He took a bottled water, opened it and drank. I can see his Adam's apple move as he downed it and was mesmerized by the sight then I caught myself.
I turned around and went to the sink to wash my hands so as to avoid staring at him then suddenly he was beside me. My heart raced faster than ever. How could his mere presence affect me this much.
"How are you? “ his voice sounded tired. His business trip must have really worn him out. Just then, I thought of something, an escape from his relative closeness.
"I have been well as you can see." I started, "You know what, why don't you get a shower and have a rest. I'll fix us dinner after I get cleaned up." Damn! I am stinking. I pushed him to go on his way.
"Are you getting rid of me?" he asked with furrowed brows. If only I can say yes.
" I'm saving your nose. I stink. Go! Run for your life!!" I said as I gave him a harder shove and he chuckled at that.
I immediately ran to my room and took some changing clothes and went to my bathroom. The cold water has slowly calmed my heart. I laughed at how he has caught me singing and dancing in his kitchen and the priceless shock on his face. After getting a shower, I went straight to fixing us dinner. I contemplated on making pasta or a steak but remembering how he had cooked the steak last time I settled on pasta. Thanks to Damian, he made sure the fridge was packed full before he left, saying he does not know when he will be back.
The kitchen is filled with the aroma of fresh herbs and made my stomach rumble. I put on the last touches on both plates and readied the table.
"Damian, food is ready. Come on." I shouted as I got some glasses from the drawers. I hoped he likes the pasta vongole that I whipped up.
I sat down and waited for him. "Damian!" I called again but there was no response.
I was twirling my fork as I waited but he is still not coming. Has he fallen asleep? Should I wake him up? I wondered. I stood up and started pacing the room and thinking what to do. He looks so tired earlier and he could have fallen asleep but it would have been better if he could have some food before getting a rest. I let out a deep sigh and headed to his room. I knocked but there was no answer. I knocked again this time a bit louder.
"Damian, dinner is ready let's eat." I cried. Nothing. I turned the knob. I'll just check if he is asleep.
"Damian?" again nothing. I entered the room. Just as expected it is a work of art. The walls, trimming, features and fixtures were all amazing.
"Dinner's rea.."I turned towards his voice to see Damian fresh out of the shower with only a towel covering his naked glory. I squeezed my eyes shut immediately and covered them with my hands. What in the world!! I scolded myself.
"Dinner is ready, I was calling you but you're not answering so I came here. I knocked and you didn't answer too. I thought you were sleeping and I just wanted to check on.." I was in a hurry to say the words and turned towards the door with my hands covering my eyes when I hit my forehead hard on the wall. Pain radiated through my forehead. "Awww!!"
"What the!! “ he was behind me in an instant.
"Damn it! Why do I always end up like this. That hurts!" I said rubbing my forehead. For a moment I forgot what he was wearing until he grabbed my shoulders to face him and assess my forehead. He was towering down on me and my face is in front of his chest. I could smell a hint of soap from the close proximity of our bodies.
He put his hand under my chin and lifted it. The gesture sent shockwaves through to my entire being and I felt my face turn red and heat creeping up my cheeks. I can't be here, I told myself. I released myself from his grasp and hurried outside.
"Let me look at that!" he shouted as he followed me. With heart pounding out of my chest, I made a beeline to the kitchen.
I was already searching the fridge for ice when he caught up with me. He suddenly wrapped his arms around my body and lifted me. He made me sat on the kitchen counter. His face was stern and I was at lost for words because of his actions.
"Do not move. Stay there." he commanded and I just nodded. It's the first time I heard him use such a tone on me. I was immediately reminded of the time when I was younger and my father has told me off for being a nuisance.
He was gently pressing the ice pack on my forehead when we heard the front door beeped and opened.
"Damian, are you here honey?" it was a sweet voice. I froze and Damian stiffened too. He pulled me closer to him. I moved my face to the side to have a look at the person who came in.
Just then, a stunning woman wearing a black fitted dress came into view. I looked up to Damian and I can see his face all tensed up. I turned towards the woman again.
"Oh, am I interrupting something?" she said with an arched brow.
I turned to Damian and his face turned icy and cold. He moved closer and whispered "Don't do anything, I'll take care of this."
"What are you doing here, Ainsley ?" he said through gritted teeth not bothering to turn around to face the woman.
She started walking towards us. The sound of her heels breaking the silence that suddenly engulfed the room. "Should I be the one asking you that? What are you doing?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you. We are done. Over. Period." Then he wrapped his arms around me as if to protect me. I could feel his heart racing. So, this is the one who made me fell from those stairs. The one who started it all. My inside started to heat up. Anger started bubbling and without thinking I did something I have never expected to do.
I placed both my hands on Damian's face and made him look at me. I'll show this woman.
I could see pain through his eyes and his body is trembling in rage. I pulled him closer until our lips met. I felt his surprise as I started to kiss him gently. Just as I saw on those dramas I have indulged myself in. He held me closer. I tasted the sweetness of his mouth but I also felt him nibbling on my lower lip then his tongue starting to push and invade my mouth. I need to stop now. Slowly, I moved away. We were breathless and he was looking at me now with a puzzled look.
"I'll deal with her." I whispered then jumped down the kitchen counter. "Hi, you are...?" I started and conciously trailing the last word. "Sorry, I have forgotten your name again."
The woman was frozen in her tracks. Her face was fuming. I slowly walked towards her. "Why are you here?" I asked in the most confident tone I could muster. I am starting to shake with anger from remembering what she did to me so I crossed my arms on my chest. "I don't remember myself or Damian inviting you."
"What are you doing here?"she asked indignantly.
I laughed. "I should be asking you that, don't you think?" I raised my brow. "Are you here to make sure I'm okay after your failed attempt? As you can see I am perfect as ever." I moved closer to her.
"Do you plan to watch us?" I asked, "I'm sure that would be pretty agonizing for you." I then looked at her pointedly. Driving the last sentence home.
She headed towards me in a few strides. She looked elegant in her black clad dress and stillettos but she is just the devil incarnate in my eyes. My anger is now seething.
"Why you..." she raised her hand to hit me but I have already anticipated it so I slapped her first. I slapped her so hard that I felt pain in my wrist.
"You.. do not have any business here. Better get out while I'm asking nicely. And Ainsley, don't even for a second forget what you did to me cause I won't." I told her through gritted teeth and looked at the door gesturing for her to leave.
"We are not yet done." she said threateningly.
"Oh, yes you are. You are history. HE is mine now. YOU are off limits. Now LEAVE. Even insects would know when they are not wanted." I used my most murderous tone. I am really not sure what I would have done if she didn't.
She left banging the door. That moment my knees started to buckle and I held on to the sofa near me to find my balance. I turned to Damian looking at me with an expression of surprise.
"I'll be in my room." I told Damian. "And for Christ's sake change the passcode on that door!“