Not without him

7.

Cleopatra's POV
I wake up to the smell of freshly made pancakes and the smell of bacon, "Wake up, Cleopatra" Damien said as I opened my eyes. His shirtless body is the first thing my eyes see and I have to say... Wow.

Wait.

I shouldn't be ogling at my boss's body, "Have you looked to your full, love?" He asked and I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. Unable to utter a word, I nod my head and get ready to climb out of the bed.

"Careful. Your stitches" he said as he lifted me in his arms in one swoop, he carried me to the dining area, and wow. This guy is rich as fuck, I mean ridiculously rich.

How can your dining table be made of gold? Sheesh, I'll never understand why rich people always use their money to do dumb stuff. "Mr. Efluvoid, breakfast is ready," a maid said as she kept her gaze on the ground.

"Yes, tell the chef to serve the food," he said as she dropped me gently on the seat opposite him. He's being too nice, is this some sort of aftercare after last night? Nah, we didn't even fuck yet. Yet? The fuck am I saying? He's my employer there's no "yet". We aren't going to do that.

My thoughts are once again interrupted by a tap on my shoulder, "Miss, would you like some melted chocolate or syrup on your waffles and pancakes?" The maid beside me asked as she smiled at me a bit, her big blue eyes showing my reflection.

"Yes, please. Thank you" I said as she served my food to me. The food is delicious, the pancakes are like fluffy clouds and the waffles are just amazing. "You like it?" Damien asked as he looked at me, "yh" I replied and I focused on my food.

When we finished eating, Damien scooped me up and we went towards the living room. "Miss Hart, let's make something clear. You see, what happened last night can never happen again, I only did you a favor because you saved my life. I don't want you to forget that I'm your employer, our relationship is employer and employee. Understood?" Damien said as he set me down on the couch.

I didn't know whether to get angry or not but I knew he was right, it was too early for me to start doing this. "Yes I do," I said as I turned my head in another direction, "I'd like to go home soon. My Lhasa apso, Jace is home alone and I would like to go back to him" I added slightly clenching my jaw. Why did he behave like he genuinely cared about my well-being? Bastard. Right now, I just want to go home. Screw him.

"If you would like to go home, you can but I will send at least some of my help such as my maids and my chefs to go with you and take care of you there. So that you don't stupidly remove your stitches." He said looking at me for a response, I bit my lip trying to restrain myself from lashing out at him.

Unable to say any words, I nod my head, "Good girl" he says as he walks out. Time to go then, I make a move to stand up as I feel a pair of strong hands lift me effortlessly, "you're stubborn" Damien scoffed as he took me in his arms to the room we shared last night.

Once we're inside, he places me on the bed and takes a step back. "Get ready," he said as he turned on his heels and left the room. I roll my eyes as I stand up and make my way to the bathroom. I use the shower gel I find in the bathroom not caring about whether I'm supposed to use it or not.

Once I spent what felt like thirty minutes in the bathroom, I came out in my towel and moved toward the dressing table's mirror. Sighing, I pick up the dress I see laid out on the bed, it's short, black, and sleeveless.

"even though he's an asshat, I have to admit he has great taste in clothes," I mutter as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and admire how the dress accentuates my curves. I decided to style my hair in a quick ponytail and throw on a little makeup from the vast makeup box sitting on the table. When I'm done,  I close the makeup kit and I see a blue sticky note on its side, "Take it. It's yours". I roll my eyes and do as the note says.

Having finished getting dressed,  I make my way to the living room, and of course, he's there.  He's wearing a crisp black suit, and his hair is well. Slicked back and he's holding a cage, in it is a white fluffy bunny. "Here, a gift," he says as he puts the bunny in my arms.  "Huh?" I ask confused, "just keep it," he says as he saunters toward where the car is parked and waiting.

I roll my eyes for what seems like the umpteenth time in his place,  "C'mon, I'm going to give you a good home",  I say to the bunny as it twitches its nose. With the caged bunny, I'm yet to name in my hand, I follow after Damien the asshat. "let me take that ma'am" the driver says as he takes the cage from me and helps me into the car, "Thanks",  I mutter as I climb into the car slowly.

During the whole ride, I focus on my phone as Damien does with his. Soon,  the car pulls up at my house, and without a word, I meticulously climb out of the car. "Come Snowflake," I say as I take the cage out of the car and make my way towards my home. "This is where you live?  Seriously?" Damien says as he gestures to my rundown apartment.

"Well, Mr.  I'm so fucking rich. This is what I could pay for" I say as I turn away angrily. Who does he think he is to mock where I live? "Whoa, I'm simply asking out of surprise. This place is a dump" he says as he takes a clear look at the place. "and you should find somewhere better. I have just the place in mind, consider this a welcome gift and nothing more" he adds. I flash him the middle finger and roll my eyes.  He just laughs in response.

"All done, miss," the driver says as he comes out of my apartment. It seems while we were bickering,  he carried the heavy stuff upstairs. I smile and nod my head in gratitude to the driver then I spin on my heels and attempt to walk away from Damien but he takes me in his arms, "stitches", he says as he clears the air for his actions.

"Walter, get the wheelchair," he says as he carries Snowflake and me to the doorstep of my apartment. "Yes sir", he replies as he takes the folded wheelchair from the boot of the car.

"Since you can't do much on your own two feet, I've taken the liberty of sending some of my household help to assist you in your domestic activities," He says as he continues to hold me waiting for Walter to set my wheelchair properly.

"Ok", I say focusing on my bunny. When Walter is done, Damien gingerly sets me in the wheelchair.

"Try not to be so 'independent' until the help is here," He says as he walks away and gets in his car.  Walter offers a courteous bow and gets into the car too.  I roll my eyes and wheel myself and my new friend into our home.