Chapter 9

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CHAPTER NINE

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CHAPTER NINE

The sound of an alarm clock ringing right next to my ears jolted me up from my sleep. It was six in the morning. It was very refreshing and calming. I can’t describe how much I love such peaceful mornings and I stretched my arms over my head to release the leftover tiredness of last night. The blanket over my body fell down to my stomach and I noticed I was in a silky night suit which is basically a sleeveless top and barely covering hips shorts that belong to Sania.

Why am I wearing her night suit?

Most importantly, who changed my clothes and why precisely?

After coming out of that lake, I can’t recall much except for the fact that Damien was with me, I don’t even want that thought of him seeing me naked to cross my mind, it raises the heat to run up on my face.

The door of my bedroom abruptly opened, I instantly lifted the duvet over my body to make sure whoever is going to enter can’t find me in this condition. To my surprise, Damien was standing on the doorframe as he entered while wearing an apron over his grey ripped vest and jeans with a tray in his hands.

“Good morning, dutchess,” He greeted me while walking up to my bed.

I chuckled heartily, “Good morning, Mr…..what do I call you? A royal chef?” 

He laughed in response. He liked the fact that I was playing along, “Doesn’t sound bad.” He gestured to me to fold my legs in the Indian style as he placed the tray in front of me and he sat on the other side of the bed.

“What did you make?” I ask, puzzled.

“Ginger milk tea with cardamom and some Indian cookies for you,” He says, eyeing me to open the lid of the pot, and as soon as I followed his order, an intoxicatingly sweet fragrance of the tea welcomed my nostrils whereas the vanilla and chocolate essence of Nankhatai biscuits left me to drop water from my mouth. 

“Wow,” I giggled, lifting a piece of cookie and munching it, I continued, “I can’t believe it. It’s fantastic! I swear if my mom was here, she wouldn’t have stopped complimenting your hands that made them perfect! She and I are big fans of these,” I must have crunched a few more while talking and I didn’t care at all that small particles were all over the duvet.

“Seriously? Then how about tasting tea now and reviewing it? I am sure it isn’t as tasty as you made for me but I tried my best,” He poured some tea into a cup for both of us and handed me one. Taking a sip I knew I am screwed up.

“You gotta be kidding me!” I yelled out in delight, “This is much better than what I make,” 

“Now you are all spoiling me with compliments,” He joked, having them himself, he also couldn’t able to hold his moans back, “Still, I prefer yours,”

“Let’s make a deal then,” I suggested. His eyebrows quirked up in a questioning manner, and remaining silent he let me speak, “I’ll make you tea and my other favorite cookies every Sunday if you make these again,”

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