Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (e reader books .txt) 📗

C H A P T E R 18

 

DELILAH

I have finally chosen a room decorating design.

The walls were coloured in terracotta pink, with white curtains and fairy lights all around the room.

It’s so pretty.

I chopped the capsicum, followed by the onion preparing the honey garlic chicken for dinner. I like capsicum so much that I add it to this too. The flavour was delicious. 

Last night, Damien agreed with the decorating idea and he even asked his secretary to bring in the essentials. He wanted to hire people but I declined. I have never got the opportunity to decorate my room or at least the place I was staying in. I wanted to utilise this properly. I even asked him to cut this off from my check, which he would pay me for working as a chef. He declined at first but I was hell stubborn.

I prepared the food, and took the spoon from the stand before dipping and taking out some of the sauce and tasted it.

Yeah, good. I hummed to myself and rubbed my hands in the apron I was wearing.

Placing the food on the table along with other things, I untied the apron and kept it back to place.

The items were already delivered in the morning and I couldn’t be more happier after receiving them.

I quickly walked up to my room, and changed myself in a dress, a lighter one to help me to do this more easily. I feel more comfortable in them.

And with that, I began to unwrap everything and start.

After an hour, I found myself on the floor and still confused with the amount I need to put the things in. Measurements have always been my weak points but at least in cooking they’re not disastrous.

I heard footsteps near to my room and I twisted my body to look there. “Have you started?” I gave a small smile and a nod at Damien, settling the paint back on the ground.

“Do you need any help?” he loosened his tie, and opened the top button of his white shirt. I shook my head, trying not to ogle at him.

“It’s okay, I will manage.” He nodded and turning around, walked away from there.

And in the next minute I found him in his sweats and a grey t-shirt standing on the threshold of my room. He walked inside and grabbed the bottle I was having. My eyes widened when he began to help me. “You don’t have to…” His eyes narrowed at me, and I quickly shut it off.

“I want to.” He spoke simply and continued with the mixing. My stomach felt like having a zoo in there and I constrained my racing heart. I brought the brushes from the cartoons and few more buckets.

“You go for the left part, and I will be on the southern.” I nodded and saw as he walked to his part. My part rarely has any wall while he has higher spaces to colour. I know why he chose that.

I shook my head and we began our work. 

 

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Paint splattered the snow-white floor and my eyes widened at that. Oh No, this wasn’t good. I looked up and saw Damien, his grey t-shirt now drenched with the paint, along with his biceps and arms.

I couldn’t even look in his eyes, knowing he must be angry. Even my hands were dripping with the paint and, some even splashed on my face and neck. Good heavens!

My toes fiddled on the floor and I could see the paint in there. The walls were no doubt looking so pretty but the consequences just brought great havoc. The terracotta pink was such a pretty shade and combined with white it's just making the room even more prettier.

But I couldn’t admire it, because I could feel the scorching gaze strained on me, and the nervousness building inside. I ducked my head low, finding the floor even more interesting. The coloured floor to be exact.

I heard little footsteps nearing me and without a doubt I know he was approaching me. I peeked over my eyelashes and saw his exposed biceps stained with paint, his hair dishevelled working and helping me, and drops of sweat on his forehead. My eyes travelled to a single one, sliding down from his face down his neck and disappeared in his t-shirt collars.

He took further steps more towards me and I couldn’t help but stepped back. The empty bucket fell, getting hit by my legs but I still moved back. He did too. More forward.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I whispered now, thinking maybe he would feel bad to get angry on me and leave me.

But how wrong I was.

His steps took further up and now he was standing so close to me. My nostrils filled with his musky scent mingled with the strong smell of paint. My heart escalated at how near he was. He took one more step and his toes were now touching mine.

Good Lord!

I felt his fingers on my chin, as he pressed and pushed to lift up my head. My eyes meet with his pretty charcoal ones, a rare combination of beauty and disaster in one.

There wasn’t any anger in there but, his pupils dilated, and he came even more forward almost touching my bosom with his chest. He pressed his one arm on the wall beside me and I found myself trapped.

“You really like paint. Hmm?” He brought his lips down to my ears, his deep voice reverberating, almost making a sensation hit my bottom.

Oh God!

I felt his chest touched mine, his hair brushed against my cheeks, and tickled my ears a little. He turned his head more towards me, and almost pressing myself more against the uncoloured wall.

“I…” I couldn’t complete myself, feeling lost of words. The paint against his t-shirt stamped on my dress a little, and against the solid hard chest my nipples perked unwanted. His heat surrounded all around me, and I felt it warming myself more and more.

I felt him leaving me and taking a step back, and I almost heaved a sigh of relief at the instance. My heart…

But the next second I saw him with a single tug, he removed his paint-splattered t-shirt and my eyes travelled as it landed at one corner of the room. “I couldn’t stay with the damped cloth.” His voice was sexually deep and low, and my inside trembled at that. I saw his hard set lips almost tilting in a smirk before he moved forward again.

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