I relaxed myself as I laid in the bath, I felt amazing after a week of stress and hardwork. Thankfully, it was Sunday and surprisingly there isn't any work to do from home either or so I guess as usually on these full free days, Damien sleeps in. He didn't go for jogging yet or maybe he is running on the treadmill in his room.

Who cares! I scrubbed myself thoroughly, washing away all the dust. Today I'm pampering myself, enjoying the long bath to the fullest. I also waxed myself earlier. I even painted my nails. I think now that I'm in a real relationship, I should really be upto date, not that I'm gonna have a physical relationship with him anytime sooner but still.

When I was satisfied enough, I got out. I forgot my body towel in the bed so I decided to dry my body from the same towel I rinsed my hair. I would have walked out naked but that would just dirty and wet the toilet, so I wrapped it around my body.

As I stepped out of the toilet, what I didn't expect was his presence in my room. My jaw dropped. I was naked. I was literally wearing nothing but a small tiny towel. And to imagine I was gonna walk out naked.

He was sitting relaxingly on the couch. Isn't this my room, why is he sitting here. And to my misfortune, the clothes I picked for today were underneath him.

I guess he sensed my presence as his head turned into my direction. I felt a lot insecure as his eyes judged me up to down. It was the shortest towel ever, if I turn around, my ass would be visible to him but fortunately the front was covered.

Why did I have to forget the body towel today and why did he has to come here without knocking today.

Ugh!

His eyes were just roaming around my body, I cleared my throat to get his attention. I could see him judging me, not that I care. Not everybody is as perfect as you Damien. I have my flaws. It took me so many years to learn to love my ownself and the way the way he is staring at me, makes me wonder if I'm still as ugly as I used to be.

"I need to change." With the little confidence that I was left with, I said.

It had no effect on him. Any sane person would leave a lady alone at this moment and give her some privacy to wear her clothes but this stupid human didn't even move an inch.

Leave already, stupid head.

"I need to change." This time I said a little louder.

Thanks heaven, he finally stood up. As I thought he would leave the room, but he took steps closer towards me. As he got more closer, I took steps back, hitting my back on the door of the toilet.

My heart started beating fast. 'Don't let him,' inner me said. Water from my hair was dropping down my body. Let me tell you, it won't look something sexy with me but hideous. What an embarrassment. Some lucky people out there might look gorgeous coming out of the shower but this is not the case with me.

He came more closer to me, covering up all the distance, not leaving any personal space. His strong scent hitting my nostril, looked like he also had a shower as his hair were also wet and I could also smell the shower gel that he uses.

"Jesus, you're so small." He commented.

I don't know in which sense he said that but that comment was very offending.

Small or big. The world has problems with everything. They'll bully you even for being healthy.

"You're small yourself, stupid head." I replied back, in the higher pitch, clearly showing my annoyance.

If he came here to ruin my already ruined mood, he can piss off. I don't think I can take any more of the insults for the week. Enough is enough, I have my limits.

"I can assure you, Miss Smith, I'm anything but small." His voice was huskier than usual as he whispered those words into my ears.

Yes, ofcourse! He isn't small. He is a gaint elephant. I shouldn't even compare him to an elephant cause I love elephants. Those animals are sweet, caring and lovely unlike him; cold hearted.

"Leave."

I felt his lips contacting my left ear. Uh-huh! Not again, mister. And now that I'm taken, this would be cheating. And I'm not a cheater.

I distanced myself from him, pushing him away by his chest.

"Keep your distance."

But of course, he never listens. Instead of going away, he slipped his arms around my waist almost closer to my hips, he grabbed me towards himself, picking me up an inch from the ground close towards his face, pinned me on the wall with his body. Due to the imbalance, I had to place my arms around his shoulders. His face dropped on my neck area as he sniffed me.

"Lea.." He put his fingers on my lips, shushing me. His face was still on my neck, as he used his finger to part my lips. He put his fingers inside my mouth, making me lick it.

I felt his tongue on my neck, licking the hickey he left yesterday. It was already darker and bad as it is and now I'm sure it will turn worst. I did try to push him away but he had me prisoned under his arms.

"Please stop," I managed to say.

The fact that I still enjoy his touches brought tears in my eyes. I'm really what he calls me; 'A Slut'. I am already in a relationship yet I'm letting another man be close to me like this. My self respect was hurt, I didn't know what to do.

"Damien," I don't know if it was me moaning out of the pleasure that I was receiving or crying over my bad luck. Tears slipped down my eyes for the confusion. The only thing I knew was it shouldn't be happening, not again. I was growing tired of him using me like a tissue paper.

Does my feeling held no regards to him? Am I a machine with no emotions? "Please stop, No, please"

Maybe he guessed I don't really want this, he backed away a little. He looked hurt by my sudden outbreak but who cares. I'm hurt myself too, whatever little bit of dignity I had; he is breaking it day by day.

"I need breakfast in fifteen minutes." Going from some emotions to none, his cold voice uttered as his face turned straight.

For five minutes, I really didn't know what to do. It was hard to gather myself, get back in the moment and get ready. By the time I was done, I was sure fifteen minutes that he gave me were finished. Before he comes here banging, I got out of the room.

He was sitting on the dining table. As he heard my footsteps coming closer, he turned towards me, "Took you long enough, Miss Smith." Can he shut his mouth.

Ignoring him, I made my way towards the kitchen. Did I ever say, I'm not in a mood to cook? Here's the first.

I woke up delighted, had enough energy to cook and do all the house chores but now, all I wanna do is get back to bed and wait for this horrid day to get over with.

I made the batter for the pancakes and made them as fastly as I could. On the side I prepared bacon and his coffee. When I was done, I put the tray infront of him on the dining table.

My appetite all gone, I wasn't hungry. As I went towards the direction of my room, his cold words stopped me, "This breakfast doesn't even look appetizing."

I kind of knew it's not the best I made but it wasn't that worst either so I don't understand why he is moaning about it. Choosing not to reply, I headed to my room. You messed up my mood, so that's what you get to eat for today. Take it or leave it. And it's not like he fancies breakfast.

I don't why but I feel like I'm cheating Xander. It's not even a full day yet since I committed myself to this relationship but I'm already a cheater. Those moments may not held any importantance to Damien but to me, they effect my heart in a way I can't even describe. I like being close to him, all the feelings I had for him are just growing day by day. Although he is cold towards me but when he touches me or kisses me, I feel like a real life queen, the way he becomes so gentle with me is enough to explode my heart with happiness and emotions.

Oh god, Damien is really playing with my head and heart. Such a manipulative man.

I heard loud noise from out. Judging through the noise, I guess something was smashed on the floor. It was expected, wasn't it?

I shouldn't go out, I don't know what kind of mood he is in, so I'll spare myself his agression.

But there was a voilent knock on my door making me jump out of my bed.

What did I do this time.

I just wanted to hide away.

The door opened by itself and walked in Damien, he looked no less than an angry wolf.

God, save me.

"Come out," He said, harshly, grabbing me from the bed all the way to the dining table.

I saw the mess he created but thankfully it wasn't the tray or plates that were on the floor into pieces, it was just a single coffee cup.

Less mess, less cleaning.

"Is this how you make bacon. It's fucking raw." He said.

As I took a glance towards it, it looked indeed raw. That was an honest mistake though, I didn't do it on purpose.

"Did you want to poison me, Miss Smith?"

"Poison you? I don't think a little raw peice of bacon is enough to poison a snake." I said, this time not holding my rude comment back.

"What did you just say?" As he didn't clearly hear me, I decided to repeat myself, making sure to say the word 'snake' clear and loud.

He jerked me forward towards himself as he grabbed me by my arms. The act was so sudden that the piece of glass on the floor were not noticed, as they pierced through my barefoot, I hissed in pain. The pieces were too big, it pained alot as they stuck to me but Damien was oblivious to it.

I pulled myself away from him, ouching at my foot. Just then he noticed it, "Shit." He said.

I stood still with my bruised foot an inch above the ground as I tried to take the broken piece out. He came towards me, picked me up before I could protest and walked us to the couch. He gently laid me down and proceeded towards my foot.

There were pieces that went in, as he took them, I cried out in pain. Looking towards him through my teary eyes I saw disappointment and sadness in those blue eyes.

"I'm going to get the first aid." He softly spoke and walked towards his room.

Winnie, you don't need his help. Stand up and go to your room. Don't be so miserable. I told myself. The cuts were painful, huge and big, but I'll manage.

He came out of the room with a first aid, I stood up. I don't need your help. It's good how some poeple are, first put someone through so much pain and then act like you care, what a crap-ful personality disorder is that.

The blood that oozed down from foot was all over the couch and the floor. Great, Winnie. Another mess to clean and now you'll hear his moans about it. It was hard to walk with that foot on ground.

"Let me bandage it first. You're losing blood."

"Thank you so much for your help, Mr Knight but I think I'll be just fine." I said coldly. I was never the one to act cold but look at me now. The side effect of working with Damien Knight.

"But-," He was coming near me. "I said I'll be fine." Giving him a stop signal from my hand, I said in a loud tone.

I went to my room, the blood still dropping on the floor. I don't know why it's bleeding so bad. I sat in my bad and checked my foot. I jeered at it, the mark that will be leaving. I don't really like marks on my body, it makes me feel insecure.

I just sat there. Not taking care of my fresh wounds. Wish there was any medicine out there to treat heart wound. One after another. It seems like, only pain is written in my fate; Physical or mental.

I just sat there, not able to think anything more. Why would you do this to me, Damien? Why do you have to keep playing with my heart. Sometimes you make me feel like we have a chance, like we could be something but then you're already engaged and I realize you're just playing me. I wish I could torture you like you do to me but deep down I know even If I get a chance, I can never hurt you.

How can I stop my heart from feeling but he can control his actions, avoid them. He knows, he is hurting me yet he chooses to do it anyway.

I don't understand why one second he is kissing me and another second he is insulting me and giving me cold shoulders.

The pain on my foot was just increasing. It would be better if I do myself a favour and put something on it before it get infected. With a lot effort, I walked out of the room, hoping the first aid would be somewhere in the living room.

My eyes widened and my heart clenched in pain as I saw Damien sitting on the couch, not only that but he had the broken pieces of glasses graved over his palms. Blood was oozing out, he looked numb to it. There was no emotion on his face but yet I could see his blue eyes moisturized.

Did he hurt himself?

Why is he not taking them?

Should I go and help him out or should I leave it?

'Just do it, Winnie.' Said my heart. 'No,' argued my brain. 'Out of humanity.' This time my heart had a good point. My father has taught me to put 'humanity' first in everything.

"What are you doing?" I murmured. The broken piece of glasses that was graved on his left hand, fell down. And the right hand one looked stuck.

"I was cleaning it up." He said without an eye contact.

I sat down on the couch beside him, I took his hand on mine as I took the pieces out. How come just picking the broken pieces up from the ground bruised him this badly. I have 3 or 4 cuts in the foot but his both palms were red in blood, there wasn't only one or two but several cuts.

I grabbed the first aid and cleaned his wound. I didn't get any reaction from his side as I poured alcohol in it. Ugh, such a person with no feelings. I will die with pain if I used alcohol on my wounds.

"Sorry," I heard a small whisper.

Is he really apologising or am I hearing extra?

He looked deep in thoughts and I know there is no way he'll repeat what he just said cause of course ego comes first.

Look at you, helping him, when you yourself need help. Did he help you with the foot? No he didn't and here you're ridiculously always offering helps out of your humanity. 'But he did offer me the help,' I argued back with myself. 'Either ways there is no need to be such a human for someone who's a monster.' Inner voice from my brain said. Sometimes my brain is so inhuman. But my heart didn't allow me to leave him like that.

Just then he grabbed my toes up on the couch. He checked my cuts and cleaned them up with cotton, put an ointment that didn't even hurt. He bandaged them with small plasters.

He took my toes upwards and gave it a kiss? I mean why else would he bring it close to his mouth. I was left shocked and speechless.

Why did he do that?