It's been few days since that almost kiss. I'm so glad I never gave in even though his kisses are so angelic, I really wanted that kiss at the moment but fighting my inner needs I stood up for myself cause I know how he would have discarded me later. He is making my job no easier these days.

"What is that?" He asked, as he looked at my lava cupcake.

Now you wonder who eat lava cakes during morning? Well I do.

"Lava cake, you want it?" I already knew what his answer would be but I still asked. It's just when it comes to food I want to feed people until they are full and wanna use toilet. Haha bad joke.

I know he is fighting himself, giving my cupcake a look that he wants to devour it but rather not cause? Well just ego. Adjusting his coat, he asked, "Coffee," expressionless.

Gosh I crave for God to show this man some emotions and teach him formalities.

I stood up without finishing my cupcake and went to kitchen to prepare the arrogant man his dark bitter coffee. It's all coffee that makes him so evil and cold.

I prepared one and served him but as I took my seat to complete my unfinished piece of cake, my plate was empty. Dumbly I looked down and in my surroundings to see if it fell but it didn't, ofcourse. I looked at Damien and he has little bit of chocolate on his side of mouth.

Did he eat it?

I thought he didn't like sweets?

"Where's my cake?" I asked him, daring him to tell me he ate it cause he liked it and couldn't resist it.

He didn't bother listening as if I was talking to walls and sipped on his bitter coffee.

"So did you like it?" I asked. I loved when being praised for cooking.

Cooking is lifestyle.

"It was ok." He said.

Just ok?

"I was quiet hungry." He added.

"So you ate it because you were hungry not for how good it looked and how delicious it tasted?" I said, really disappointed.

But we all know it's not true, "Sure, whatever you say, Damien." I stood up, got his empty coffee cup and washed the dishes.

When I was done I thought he would have left cause he leaves before me and I always get cab to reach office. But what shocked me, he was still sitting there.

"Are you not going?" I asked.

"You're coming with me."

Huh!

"Let's go."

"So now what changed that you're making me come to office with you?"

I asked, curiosity killing me.

Is he becoming a human finally?

....

What a boring, dull day at office it was. Currently I'm getting ready on a dinner date with Chris. I already prepared dinner for Damien.

Would Damien let me go?

Of course not!

But who's telling him?

I'll just tell him I have an appointment with doctor. If he ask for what then I'll just say some lady issues.

Am I a liar?

No!

Damien won't let me get out of his hold and knowing I'm going with Chris, he will snap my neck.

So sometimes lie to save yourself is fine.

Once I was done. I went out and thank God that man was no where. I'm thinking about just leaving now and then ring him later to tell him about my whereabouts.

Yeah! That's it.

I left without telling him.

Chris was waiting for me in the car. I got in the car and asked him to hurriedly drive away. For all I know maybe Damien could appear and tell me, 'How dare you leave me without my permission?'

I can. And I just did.

"Why are you so tensed?"

"What if he caught me?" I relaxed a bit.

"Why are you so afraid of him?" I shrugged. When you're living in under a mercy of a powerful man, you don't help but feel fear but Chris wouldn't know so I didn't say anything.

"Where are we going?"

"At mine. You're a chef and so you'll be cooking." I nearly clapped my hand so loud, blooming with happiness.

"Do you really want to try my food?" I was too excited.

"Why not." He winked at me.

Gosh! Tonight is gonna be so much good. Can't wait for all of the fun to begin.

Chris stopped the car in front of a big mansion which screamed luxury from out. Imagine the kitchen inside that house, it must be big and clean. How obsessed do I get with kitchens. That's where my life starts.

He got out and as a gentleman he is, he opened my door to take me out as well, giving me his hand for support.

I got out and we both went inside his big home. But what I didn't expect was to be welcomed by some 3 years old.

The small girl was standing on the main gate with a babysitter behind her with probably her food on plate, feeding her as I could see wits of food beside her lips. She stood giving cheeky grin to Chris while running towards him and jumping on his legs, indicating him to pick her up.

He picked her up and kissed her cheek.

"Daddy, me waiting for you." She now pouted but I stood there shocked. Not that it's very shocking that he is a dad. But I didn't really take him as one.

"Princess I was picking this other princess up." Now the kid turned towards me and gave me a glare.

Huh!

"Is your girlfriend?" She looked angry.

"No." Chris answered.

"Who is her then, daddy?" She asked again.

"Who is she." Chris corrected her. Awe! They looked adorable. "A friend." He answered.

"I not like your friends, daddy. Ask it to go away." The fact that she just referred to me as a 'it,' actually made me laugh. If it was some big human I would have felt annoyed but coming from her mouth I couldn't help but find it amusing. Kids and their langauge. So adorable.

Her tiny little hands were in fist as if she was getting herself ready to attack me.

Perhaps the girlfriends he bring in his house are bad towards the little kid.

Poor her.

Wait! Girlfriends? What about this girl's momma? Maybe divorced.

Just then I asked and it was really a big mistake, "Where is her mother?" The kids eyed turned towards me, getting glossy as her tears fell out one after another.

"In heaven." She muttered.

"She is daddy's friend only and she wanna be friends with you too." Changing the topic, Chris said to the kid.

She was really pretty for a 3 year old. Her golden brownish hair were reaching her hips and her eyes were astonishing. They looked similar to Damien.

Wait what!

She looks like a mini girly version of Damien.

No joke.

"Oakley, did you do your homework?" So her name is Oakley.

"No, Daddy." She replied.

Then Chris asked the babysitter to take Oakley with her and help her finish the homework or whatever it was.

Chris then gave me a house tour. His house from inside was very pretty. There were so many photos and guess I spotted Damien in them as well.

I went towards that photo Damien had a big smile on his face beside him stood a black head with big smile too. The girl looked like a model and was clutching to him as if he was hers. Huh. And then there was a girl clutched to Chris, she really looked gorgeous and her feature looked similar.

Damien.

The girl had same eyes as Damien and looked like a female version of him.

I was looking at the photo in awe, everything really unclear in my mind. Even Ethan was in that photo but with no one girl hanging around his arms.

I spotted another photo with Damien and the same girl with him, this time she was kissing his cheeks and he had a smile on.

I proceeded to more photos and the girl was always in every photo with Damien, always beside him.

My heart felt the jealousy but I shushed it away.

"Can you show me your kitchen. I'm really starving." I really didn't want to see these photos anymore.

He took me to his beautiful structured kitchen and damn I awed at it. This is my dream kitchen.

"Start up. I'll freshen up." He said and went off.

What should I cook?

Maybe something that the kid can eat too.

I decided to make her some chicken nuggets with mac & cheese. And us big people will eat lasagna.

When Chris came back, I was almost all done. He set the table and I brought all the dishes out.

Oakley was sitting on the table waiting for their food while playing with the fork.

I decided to serve her but she was throwing tantrums. "Get away from me, bitch."

"Oakley, say sorry now. How many times do I have to tell you not to use that word." Chris angrily said to Oakley and passed me an apologetic look.

Oakley then turned to me with the angriest look on her kid face. "Sorry!"

Why does she look so much like him?

Ok! What's happening here.

Is Chris related to Damien? If he is, then why do Damien hates his guts?

"It's ok, Chris. I was like that too at her age." I totally understood. I remember going through that phase with no mother and thinking whoever lady comes in house with daddy might be taking my place.

We all sat down and everyone digged in.

"This is so good." Chris said with ap mouth full of lasagna.

"Did she cook them?" Asked Oakley and I nodded at her.

"Well they are ugly like you." She said while throwing the nuggets at me and Chris.

Isn't she a super moody kid?

I wonder where she got it from.

"Oakley, stop this instant before I ground you." Said Chris in strict fatherly tone that made Oakley all quiet so instead now throwing the nuggets, she started playing with them on her plate.

Her eyes were now filled with sadness and I felt bad.

She is just a kid.

Just then my phone rang.

I hesitated to pick it up cause I knew who was it.

I cut the call.

It rang again.

I cut it again.

I eventually ended up turning off my phone. Now that I don't wanna lie, I'll just tell him I was hanging out with Chris.

I completed my food and asked Chris to drop me.

Even though I had many questions as to why there are so many photos of Damien in his home and might as well I add they looked like they were very close.

But I'd rather get home to very angry Damien.

Don't wanna test the patience of an angry bull.

"Let me get my keys."

"Bye Oakley. It was nice meeting you but I have to go now. Maybe next time we meet we can get to know eachother better? And we can play barbie." I said, trying to brighten up the kid's mood.

But she is a hard one.

Nothing came out of Oakleys mouth. She ignored me and continued making a mess of her plate.

That personality of hers look similar to Damien's.

..

As soon as I got back to my hell hole, the bull was standing there, his eyes met mine. He was there waiting for me so he could attack.

His face was all in anger.

I looked around to see the mess of a living room.

Everything was shattered.

Even TV was in pieces.

I gave him a look and his knuckles were oozing blood.

I winced at the look of that. How still he has his hands in a fist when they all are bruised.

He took a step forward and I hiccupped in fear.

"Where the fuck were you?" He roared.

"At Chris'." I replied in a low voice.

"You're not allowed to go out with any men, dammit." He punched on a wall, leaving the blood stain on it.

"You can't decide for me."

"I fucking can."

"I am my own person." This time I snapped very bad and loud.

"Correction, Winnie Rose Smith, YOU'RE MY PERSON." Saying that, he pushed me back on a wall.

And slammed his lips on mine.

My world literally stopped when he started moving his lips with mine in a very aggressive way.

As I wasn't giving in, he bit my lips very hard I think it might be bleeding as he thrust his tongue in.

He took full control of the kiss, punishing me in every way. He explored every corner of my mouth with just one kiss, giving me pleasures that I haven't ever experienced.

My body also betrayed me, became weak. I had a sudden urge to response him but he was not giving me chance as like he was to punish me through this dominant kiss. I moved my hand towards his chest, trying to push him away but before I could even do anything, he pinned my hands on wall, above my head, leaving me all helpless.

Then I gave in.

I started moving my mouth, mimicking his action.

But he didn't let me.

He was telling me with his mouth that he is in control.

Even here.

And only if he wants then I can kiss back.

I felt like with just one kiss he was controlling my life.

And I couldn't help but tremble at it in desire.

It was very selfish kiss.

And I loved every bit of it.