Chapter 8
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“Are you okay?” Damien asked me when I finally came out of the bathroom.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I said as I held the towel tighter, feeling embarrassed. Even though I knew if he wanted to take off my towel, there was nothing I would be able to do about it.
“Because your heart was pounding nearly the entire time.”
“I had a lot on my mind.” I said, turning my head away, so he couldn’t see my blush.
“I’ll wait outside as you ready.” He said as he walked out of my room.
I looked in the mirror and straightened my outfit, the outfit he picked out for me was a white blouse, and a short black box–pleated skirt. I looked at my reflection, and barely noticed myself. My long wavy hair fell to my hips, my green eyes stood out against the black of my hair. I looked… beautiful. I knew I was attractive, but in the outfit I looked less like a beautiful child, and more like a beautiful woman. I decided to match my outfit with a pair of black lace up over the knee–high boots.
After double checking my reflection, I opened my bedroom door to find Damien leaning against the wall, opposite of my bedroom door, waiting for me. When his eyes fell on the space between my boots, and my skirt, I saw his eyes flash blood–red.
He took in my appearance from head to toe slowly, so slowly I started to squirm under his
gaze.
“Kitten, you are gorgeous.” Damien finally sad, quietly as he closed the gap between us, pulling me against him. C
“Can we go now?” I asked him, looking down at the ground, afraid of looking into his eyes. I knew what I would see, and I was afraid that I would unwillingly tempt him into locking us in my bedroom for the rest of the day.
He chuckled and led me to his blacked out Ashton Martin, opening the passenger door for me. Once we were both seated inside, I looked out the window and let my mind wander again. I began imaging again when he would take me home, the things he would do to me. It wasn’t until I felt his soul–burning gaze on me that I pulled myself out of my thoughts, and looked over at him. D
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Chapter 8
“What are you thinking about, kitten?” He asked me with a smirk. He somehow knew what I was thinking about, and he seemed to be enjoying it.
“Nothing.” I said quickly, putting my hands on my lap and squeezing my legs closed.
“I recall you saying you would stop lying about your feelings to me.” He stated as he continued to glare at me.
“You said I won’t be able to deny you once I live with you. Does that mean you’re going to rape me?” I asked, changing the subject as quickly as I can. I felt bad once I saw him flinch when I used the word ‘rape‘ but it was too late to take back what I said. After the flinch, I wanted to apologize and beg him to forgive me, but before I could say anything, he spoke: 1
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“No, Bast. You misunderstood me. I know you want me, but you won’t admit it to yourself. you undoubtedly do not wish to have me, then I will not force you. I told you, I’ll wait eighteen more years until you accept me, if that is what it takes, and I meant that. But if you want me, and tell me you don’t, just to play with my feelings… The decision will be taken out of your hands.” he said as he looked back at the road, his face was back to emotionless. I’d really crossed the line now, and I knew it. I shouldn’t have said what I did, and I really did regret it the second I’d said it.
“I’m sorry, Damien, I didn’t mean that.”
“Yes, you did.” He snapped back at me.
Before I could say anything more, we arrived at his office. It was a giant amongst every other building in the plaza, at least fifty stories high, with a big sign reading “Edge Consultancy” on the front.
“Do you own this building?” I asked him as I stepped out of the car. He’d opened the door for me, but didn’t take my hand as we walked inside. I hated when he held my hand, but I knew he was extremely pissed when he didn’t.
