I wake up to someone pulling me closer to them.

I open my eyes, slowly, and turn around to see Damon.

I smile slightly, ignoring the headache.

I run a finger down his jawline slowly, as his eyes flutter open.

"Ella.." he mumbles, pulling me closer

"What are you doing in my bed?" He groans, closing his eyes.

"What are you doing in my bed" I smile slightly.

"Oh" he sits up slowly.

He looks around the room, confused.

"What am I doing in your room?" He mumbles.

I sit up slowly and he looks at me, his eyes wide.

"Oh fuck." He closes his eyes quickly.

I look at my self, and I'm naked.

I pull the covers up quickly hiding myself, as he looks at me.

"I'm sorry. I-" I shake my head

"It's okay. I don't remember anything really" he nods looking around the room confused.

"Where are our clothes?" He mumbles.

He get up and walks out of the door.

I get up quickly and grab my robe from the sofa.

I wear it while walking out of the room.

He comes out of his room wearing shorts.

He runs a hand through his hair, as he looks at me.

I tie my robe quickly, and walk downstairs with him behind me.

I find my bra on the steps. I quickly pick it up, and he picks his boxers up from the sofa in the hallway.

I find my shorts on the floor, and Damon's shirt.

Fudge. This is like a treasure hunt.

I walk into the living room to see the coffee table broken, the cushions on the floor.

"What the.." Damon walks inside slowly.

Looks like we had too much fun.

I bite my lip to stop laughing, as I place our clothes on the sofa. I pick up the cushions, placing them back in places.

"I'll tidy this up. You should go get dressed" I shake my head

"I'll help" I mumble picking up the huge glass piece.

I walk towards the kitchen, and open the door to see vodka bottles placed on the counter with shot glasses.

I place the glass against the wall and walk up to the counter.

I close my eyes, as my head aches.

I remember Damon and I talking in the living room.

I remember everything.

I know that Applehole does love me.

I smile as he walks into the room with a glass pieces in his hands.

"Damon I want to make dinner today. Can you help me?" He shakes his head

"I need to go to work" he mumbles and walks back out of the kitchen.

"But I'm making your favourite. Steak and chips." I mumble

He enters the room again, and places more pieces down.

"I'm making steak and chips?" He whips his head towards me, and shakes his head.

"Please don't. I don't want to come home to no home" I frown

"I'm not that bad. I'll just go on the Internet." I smile and he chuckles

"Yeah, and you'll burn the chips because they don't look done. Ella just don't. I'll come back from work, and I'll show you how to make it. We're not going to cooking class today. I have two important meetings. Meaning no phone calls" I pout

"Not even when I miss you?" He shakes his head

"You won't miss me." I shake my head

"I will. Because I love you to the moon and back" he closes his eyes for a couple seconds before looking at me.

"I don't love you. And don't interupt me in my meetings. They are really important Ella. I mean it" I nod

"Even if I die today, I won't call you. I promise" he shakes his head

"If you die, you won't be able to call me." He smirks as I stick my tongue out at him.

"Haha. Very funny" I glare at him playfully.

He just chuckles.

"Tell me you love me Damon. Just once." I whisper.

"I- I l-need to go to work" he walks out of the room.

I sigh, sitting down on the stool.

How hard can it be to follow a recipe? It'll be a surprise.

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"Oh fudge!" I exclaim as I open the oven door, as smoke comes out. I quickly turn it off, as the fire alarm starts.

"Where the hell are you?" I mumble looking at the ceiling.

I run towards the back door and open it.

I run back to the oven, and quickly wear my mittens, and pull the tray out.

The steak is burnt. I can tell when it's burnt. It's black.

I place it on the counter.

The alarm rings in my head, and I walk around the kitchen, looking for the stupid alarm.

"Where the hell are you?" I mumble just as someone wraps their arm around my waist, and covers my mouth.

"Here" I hear Evan's voice next to my ear.

I start kicking as he walks outside.

"Try as much as you want. I'm not giving up this time." I gulp slightly as he hands me to another guy.

"Hey!" I shout as the guy covers my hand, walking around the back garden.

He stops as we see Austin get out of a car.

I start kicking him, but it does nothing.

He runs around, back to the back garden, toward Evan.

"Boss, his mates here. What should we do?" He asks

Mate? Werewolf?

Stop it Gabi. Not the time.

You're never going to meet a werewolf.

"Take her to the van. He's inside now. I can hear the doors opening" the guys nods, running towards a black van.

I try to bite his huge hand, but he still doesn't let me go.

My phone!

Oh fudge. I left it in the kitchen.

My brain is dead. Not literally.

This is what I get, even after watching so many movies, with girls getting kidnapped.

Come on! Taken! What did she do! Call her dad! Do I have my phone! No. Because clever Gabi over here left it in the stupid kitchen!

My conscious likes to mock me at times.

Austin better get me out of here.

I start kicking the door, as I feel the car move.

Appleholes. All of them.

Damon's pov

"Thank you"I shake my hands with one of the shareholders.

They all leave just as Kristen walks inside.

"Sir, Austin is calling" I nod, taking my phone off her.

"What?" I answer it

"Gabi? Is she with you? Or anyone else you know? She's not at home? And your kitchen? Dude you must have done something pretty stupid, because it's all burnt. I just got alarm off. I looked everywhere, but she's not here. And there's some steak here as well. It's burnt. Have you forgotten how to cook?" I take a deep breath, pulling at my tie

"It's Ella. I told her not to cook. I'll call her. She must be shopping" I smile slightly thinking about her.

Just by saying her name, I smile.

"Her phone is here as well. And the back door was opened?" He mumbles

I grab my blazer, walking out of the meeting room.

"Austin go check the back gate. Is it opened?" I run down the stairs.

After a couple of minutes he replies.

"Yeah. And a black van just zoomed past. Were you expecting someone?"

I run down faster.

"Fuck. It's that asshole Evan. I know it's him. Ella has been kidnapped"

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H

ey guys!

I have a question for you guys!

If this book, Damon was published, like as a paperback book, would you buy it?

It's not happening, but it's just a thought.

Anyway...

Evan... don't you-(don't you wish you're girlfriend was HOT like me?!)

It seriously just came to my mind.

I have those random moments.

Back to the point!

Evan- don't you know what Damon's going to do to you? Or anyone else? You don't mess with Ella.

You mess with Ella.

You get killed by readers.

You mess with readers.

You get killed my Damon.

You mess with Damon

You get killed my the author!

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