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

C H A P T E R 19

DAMIEN

What the hell was I thinking when I did that?

Fuck!

I closed my eyes trying to calm myself down. She was eight years younger than me, and here I was losing control in front of her. But I couldn’t care at the time.

Her big green eyes peeking up from her lashes, her lips in between her teeth biting in anticipation and her head ducked low as if a deer caught in a headlight, I couldn’t help my help myself from advancing towards her.

There was such a familiarity I found in those eyes that for a second it reminded me of someone. Someone I know too well. Someone once close to me.

She was beautiful. There was no second opinion to that but I have been with many beautiful women before yet, there was something more in her than just physical beauty. Her innocence, the smiles she throws at me, her delicious cooking, caring and so damn adorable that every second it pulls me further towards her, however much I try to stay away.

Her scared petite form, fingers fiddling with her dress, increased the sinful desires in me. And the dresses she wore fuck, they just worsen my self-control

I rose from my bed and walked out on the balcony. The cold freezing air of the night feels good, calming the thoughts whirpooling inside my mind. If not for the call from Ash I didn’t know what would have I done.

I could still feel her tiny form against me, her warmth and the sweet rosy fragrance she caries. Her soft skin under my palms, and lips just made me almost hard and brought all my desires in.

But I shouldn’t be doing this.

The fuck was I thinking when I did that. She was here not for pleasuring me or anything. I have given her a place to stay and a job so she could be safer and I couldn’t trust her in taking care of herself after the two incidents that took place.

I heard my phone ringing again and I walked towards it. It was an unknown number.

“Hello.” I heard some scraping down in the background before a familiar voice spoke again.

“Well hello, my dear friend.” My blood boiled at the words and the person.

“Why did you call?” I didn’t beat around the bush, and came straight to the point. There was nothing to talk to him.

“This isn’t how you talk to your friend, En.”

“Don’t call me that.” My voice was hard as I spoke.

“Okay, as you wish. By the way, I have heard about an interesting thing.” I fisted my hand controlling my anger. “Should I tell that to you?” he laughed mocking and I restrained myself to lash out at him.

He didn’t hear my answer before he spoke. “I heard someone is living with you, who has wrapped you in her little fingers.”

“James!” My voice rose a few decibels and I couldn’t care less it did.

“Cool down, bro. I didn’t even said the main thing.” I gritted my teeth, at his annoying voice. If he tries anything with Lilah, this time I will not be leaving him. “How will it feel if I say, I have known that chick before. Hmm?”

My blood boiled, and I tried controlling my anger. “I don’t even want to know.”

He chuckled dryly, “I want you to know, Damien. But not now, enjoy the chick.” He cut the call and my grip on the phone tightened more. I should have known beforehand, that James was never a buddy.

A wolf in the clothes of lamb.

I resisted the urge to pull out a cigarette from my pocket. I have been an addict until a few months, I’m trying to control myself but situations like this, worsen my self-control.

Maybe a small drag and a puff of white smoke would help with the anger and the irritation.

I pulled out it out and opted to light it, when someone knocked on room's door, and no doubt that’s Lilah. I glanced at my hands, the death stick between my fingers and felt regression pooling in.

Why couldn’t I restrain myself!

I threw it into the bin, and walked to the door and opened it.

“I have served the dinner.” She said, her fingers fiddling and I know she must be nervous or even disappointed at what I did in the room.

It was my sole intention to help her only, in painting the walls since she refused to let me hire people for it. But I didn’t know, how from painting things took a totally different turn.

“You go, I am coming.” She nodded and didn’t look into my eyes and turned to walk away.

I rubbed my face with my palm and heaved out a long sigh. Things has progressed so good, she has finally been talking with me, and even looked into my eyes but I just deteriorated that.

I walked out, downstairs and saw her serving the food in both of our plates. She cooks just amazing, and it queries me why haven’t she opted for a chef position in any place. I took a seat, and like usual she didn’t give me a smile, her cheeks were rosy red and her head ducked down.

We began our food, in silence but unlike other times this silence is discomforting. “Have you talked with Lily, lately?” Her head rose up at my voice and she gave me a nod.

“Yes, Aria is back at home and is quite healing. I even told her, I will visit her soon.” My lips tilted at the corner at how caring she was. She has never known them, still for her, they’re her close people.

“I have visited her yesterday.”

Her eyebrows raised, “And you didn’t tell me. I should have also visited.” Her voice saddened and it pinched my heart and regret stirling inside.

“No, I actually… I thought you will be busy with the decorating ideas of the room and all.” She didn’t say anything and I added. “I apologise. It’s Aria's birthday two weeks later so…”

She nodded, munching her food. “It’s fine. You can count me in preparation of her birthday party, and…” I nodded at her quickly.

“Definitely.” And saw her lips pulled in a beautiful smile which just stuck myself in awe.

Never have I ever apologised someone, except for Grams and never had felt this joyous seeing someone smile.

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