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

C H A P T E R 23

DAMIEN

I  shouldn’t have lost my cool in the dinning hall.

 

 

What in hell had I done? I groaned at myself, cursing inwardly. She was going to live with me in my room and I was already giving her these creepy vibes.

 

 

Why in hell could I not keep my hands to myself. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the frustration bubbling inside.

 

 

She was going to sleep in my room, and I couldn’t help myself from imagining the things we could do.

 

 

I could feel her soft skin under my palms, so smooth and addicting. However much I try but I couldn’t stop myself from replaying the scene, and the nervousness in her when Grams asked her about her red cheeks.

 

 

Even I could see those scarlet cheeks and that made me satisfied in a way.

 

 

Fucking hell!

 

 

What’s wrong with me, I never lose control however much the woman is beautiful. And here I was doing that.

 

 

I concentrated back on the file I was working in, trying my best to think solely about it.

 

 

The contract they pulled out is a real good one with fair profit for me but the financial statistics was still something not sketching out the details well. The estimate made wasn’t a exact one as per needed.

 

 

My eyes ran over it, as I studied more. The new project with Mr Santiago was working at it’s peak, and I had to replace all of my previous time on other project with that. I heard my phone ringing. I grabbed it from under the files and answered.

 

 

“Sir, we have got some news regarding the man you asked.” I hummed at him. This must be the one who was spying at me that night near the office building.

 

 

“He is, as we had expected, sent by James Lewis.” As expected.

 

 

“Okay, find out each and every detail regarding the man and sent me the copy.” I have to take the matter in my own hands now. James was getting too far out from his boundary.

 

 

“Sure, Sir.” I hummed and cut the call.

 

 

I expected that to be from James but something wasn’t settling right. There was that gut feeling which was telling this wasn’t just James alone. There was someone else even who was keeping tab on me.

 

 

I removed my reading glass, and pushed myself back against the back of the rolling chair. There was something which was getting missed out by us.

 

 

I grabbed the phone again and this time I called someone despite knowing annoying as hell but he always knew what to do.

 

 

Steven.

 

 

“To what honor do I receive the call from The Damien Black?” I almost rolled my eyes at his words. He could be fucking annoying at times.

 

“Don’t flatter yourself so much.” I heard him laugh before there was sounds from background. “You’re still in hospital or what?”

 

I heard him breathing heavy. “No, I’m in the room.”

 

 

Fuck! As expected!

 

 

“Faster, Stev…” I cringed at the high pitch voice and shook my head. “You're busy now. We gonna talk later on.” I said and cut the call, not willing to hear anymore of them.

 

 

How would Lilah respond if I ever do that to her? My eyes widened at the thought crossing my mind and I groaned inwardly. This isn’t good, not at all.

 

 

I rubbed my eyes feeling the exhaustion of the day already crushing on me. I let out an exhaustion sigh and rose up from the chair to go back to my room.

 

••••

 

“Have you brought everything?” I asked Lilah as she stacked up her dresses in the cupboard I have cleared up for her. She placed her t-shirts one over the other, neatly.

 

 

“Yeah, kind of. As much as needed. Others I could grab from the room whenever needed.” I gave her a nod, walking further inside the walk in closet.

 

 

“Should I clear up some more space for you?” I saw her rising her head up from the closet drawer and looking at me.

 

 

Her lips in a small smile, and fuck that innocent smiles she throws here and there just make my heart do fucking crazy things. I clenched my fists, my eyes landing on her smooth long thighs where my hand was before under the table.

 

I thought she would brought that up, and things going to be awkward but she just neglected that any other thing. I didn’t even know I was happy about or not.

 

She kept the last of her clothes while I grabbed my sweats. Her dress a little ridden up as she crouched down to keep her pair of sneakers, beside mine.

 

I didn’t even know why all these was giving me such a homely vibes but I couldn’t help. It’s spreading a warmth inside my chest and I couldn’t seem to be in control of that anymore.

 

Despite all the constraints I still couldn’t stop myself from looking at her long legs and imagining them wrapped around my torso.

 

 

Fuck!

 

I grabbed the towels and stalked inside the washroom, not uttering anything else. A cold shower was a must.

 

 

I walked out of the bathroom and found her standing in the middle of the room. Her long chestnut hair in a messy bun while her figure cladded in a night gown, that too just up till her knees.

 

 

I gulped down any absurd thought and walled towards her. “What happened?” I saw her eyebrows furrowed, a frown on her face.

 

“I couldn’t find any extra comforter.” I walked towards the closet again and brought her one. “Is it okay?”

 

She gave me an enthusiastic nod. “Definitely.” I saw her walking towards the couch and settling herself there.

 

 

What in hell was she doing?

 

 

“Why are you moving there?” She looked up from straightening the sheet from there. I saw a frown again on her face. She tilted her head and asked me, “I am making myself a bed.”

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