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Chapter 40: Cute, But No

It had been three days since I had woken up, and I was finally leaving the hospital. I was excited to finally be out in the fresh air and experience freedom. However, Damien was making that very hard with his constant babying of me. He insisted on helping me walk everywhere and the only time he wasn't by my side was when I was in the bathroom. But he stood outside the door and continuously kept talking to me to make sure I was alive. Once I decided to prank him and not respond, and he literally burst down the bathroom door. Luckily I was just washing my hands, but now we have to pay the hospital for the broken door.

"Are you ready?" Damien asked, pulling up the wheelchair to my bedside.

I groaned. "Is the wheelchair really necessary?"

"Would you rather have me carry you?" He raised his eyebrows. "Either way, you're not using those pretty little legs of yours."

"Fine." I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and started standing up. Of course, Damien came over and basically lifted me into the chair.

"That's my girl." He kissed my forehead and walked behind me.

I waved to the nurses as we made our way to the parking lot. Damien's car was parked out front and he went ahead to open the door and helped me in. He got into the driver's side and drove off.

"Where are my apartment keys?" I rummaged through the bag of all my things.

He turned to look at me. "Why?"

"Because I need to get in somehow. Not all of us can afford to break down doors, Damien." I continued looking through the bag. 

"Belle, you're so cute. You think I'm going to let you go back to your apartment?" I whipped my head to look at him. "You're coming back to my place."

"Damien. You've literally been by my side for almost two weeks. I can take care of myself now." I argued.

"I want to take care of you. And I'm the one driving so you can't really do anything about it."

I reluctantly gave in."Fine. But can we at least stop by my place and pick up some clothes."

"You can wear mine," Damien answered.

"Damien!"

"Fine, fine." He took a sharp right towards my apartment side.

We parked in front and I got down. Damien of course held my hand as we walked up the stairs. He took my apartment keys out of his pocket. So that's where they were.

I walked into my room. "Sit on the bed." I grabbed a bag from the bottom of my closet and started picking out some clothes. After picking out some shirts and pants, I went over to pick out some undergarments from the drawer.

"Mmm. I like this." Damien came up behind me and picked up a black lacy bra.

I smacked his hand, so he could drop it. "Stop!"

He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Why, darling?" He pushed all my hair to the left side and kissed my neck on the right.

I instantly flinched at the action.

Damien let go of me and grabbed my hands, so I was facing him. I was looking down at the ground. He tilted my chin to look up at him. "You don't have to be scared, Belle."

"I know. I'm sorry. I guess I just-"

"I understand, baby. You can tell me if you feel uncomfortable. I never want to pressure you." I nodded and he kissed my forehead. "Now, finish up packing."

I went into my bathroom to grab some toiletries. I went back to my room and put the things in the bag.

"Damien. Why are these in here?" I found a bunch of my lingerie in the bag that I did not pack before.