"Black looks good on you, Acacia"
My breath hitched as I gradually turned around only to see Damien leaning against the door, smirking at my lingerie-clad figure. His hands tucked deep inside his pockets, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. His thumb pl...
I have been scrolling and assaulting my phone screen for the past hour, sitting idle in Damien's office.
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Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat, nothing holds the power to entertain this poor soul, aka, me.
Keep the dog filter aside, it's cool. For cool kids only. Like me. Not you either, Cass.
I don't know why he brought me here, I mean I am fully capable of hailing a cab and getting to my party on my very own but Damien says otherwise.
I am sickeningly bored and at this point, I doubt I wanna attend the party either. Look at hottie, you won't be bored.
Hmm, genius.
I put my phone in my summer bag and pushed my hair back from my face to look at Damien.
I tilted my head as I examined his hotness- face, I mean.
You're not wrong, babes.
Damien's hair was fluffy and looked messy as if he had pulled them several times. Messy yes, untidy, no. His posture was straight, muscles gracefully bulging out of his black button-up and his coat was with me. His index finger rested on the tip of his nose while he continued to type with his left hand.
My gaze shifted to his left hand, our wedding ring adorning his ring finger. Why does he wear it? To show people he's married or it holds the same sentimental values for him like me?
I chose option 1 or A, however, you prefer. Truth hurts, baby doll.
I stood up halfway and I could feel pins and needles in my legs. That pinching annoyingness when you sit for too long, yeah, that.
Damien looked at me and pointed his finger, gesturing me to sit. His index wavering up and down as I huffed, sitting.
"Can I at least go and explore? I'm bored, Damien" I whined quietly, sitting on the comfortable brown couch.
I must say, Damien's office is just like him, a work of art. Smooth like butter, good job, babes.
Damien sent a look which I couldn't comprehend-
Probably annoyance, you are annoying.
And then he looked at his screen again, "Babygirl, there is nothing special here. Just sit here and do whatever you want"
As if! There is nothing to do!
I averted my gaze from him and looked out of the window
"Can I go to Tristan, then?" I asked as I stood up but he gestured me to sit again.
I don't wanna sit! But I will.
I sat down as Damien said, "Tristan is next door, go ahead."
His eyes were focused on me as he licked his lips before tapping his fingers on the desk.
"Thanks, Damien!" I dashed from my place but Damien stopped me,
I looked at him, stopping in my place. His green eyes squinted and focused, lips parted slightly before he ran his tongue across his lips, again.
"Don't roam around the firm, Acacia, don't talk to clients or lawyers. And for god's sake, don't go outside the firm" Damien spun in his chair to face me entirely and I sulked in my place, my lips pouting as his eyes glided over me.
But I wanted to go to the cafe!
But you can't, so deal with it! Be a man! No, be a woman!
"But Damien-"
Damien just gave me a cold glare and I looked away, "I said you won't, heard that?"
His voice was firm and assertive. He never used that tone on me.
I gulped and nodded, he isn't in the mood for listening. Okay, so be it!
I opened the door and the sunshine immediately blinded my poor eyes.
Drama Queen.
I covered my eyes and walked to the room beside Damien's. Tristan's room.
