His Obsession

Chapter Five

ChapterfiveCharlotte

I woke up feeling refreshed and energized. I slept better than I would have in my apartment. I raised my head to look at Damian. He's still sleeping. He must be tired of being in charge. Carefully unwrapping his arms around me, I tiptoed to my room. I took care of my hygiene, and after a quick shower, I walked into my walk-in closet. I wonder how he got to know my size, and he even got my underwear and lingerie in the right size. But I don't want to jump to conclusions; I'm already scared of what happened at my apartment. What if my father has finally found me and is going to drag me back and make sure I'm never going to see the outside world again? I took that thought out of my head. I picked out a pair of black jeans, matching them with a royal blue shirt. I decided to head downstairs and see if I could help with something.

"Good morning, Mrs. Jones." I was greeted cheerfully as I entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, Miss Smith." She smiled, making me a little tearful.

"Just call me Charlotte." I said, making her shake her head, little gray strands of hair following the movement.

"Please"

Okay," she replied. "I don't really know when Mr. Johnson will be coming down. I haven't started breakfast yet. Do you want me to get some snacks for you while you wait for breakfast?" she asked.

"Oh no.... Actually, I want to help." I replied, making her look at me in shock.

"Oh no. I can't let you."

"Please..." I pleaded, my eyes searching hers.

"Okay, if it won't be a bother to you." She finally gave me the go-ahead.

"It won't be a bother to me at all, Mrs. Jones." I hugged her, surprising her with my actions. We quickly got to work.

I learned a lot about Mrs. Jones and Damian. Her husband died of cancer five years ago. Her daughter is in college, and her tuition is being taken care of by Mr. Johnson. I realized she spoke so fondly about Damian, but she didn't say anything about his parents. I decided not to poke my nose into his family background.

I developed admiration for Mrs. Jones, and I wonder if my mother would be the same if she were here with me and made my childhood a bit better.

"Is everything okay, Charlotte?" Mrs. Jones asked, concern laced in her voice.

It seems I had zoned out. "I'm so sorry if I seem a little off this morning. I've never had a motherly figure in my life." I said, wiping away the teardrop that slipped down my cheek.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, dear." She smiled sadly, placing her hand over mine.

"It's fine." I said that and brightened up, mainly because I didn't want pity or to talk about my past.

"I'm going to check up on Mr. Johnson." Mrs. Jones said after we were done setting the table, but I stopped her.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Jones. I'll go get him." I said, skipping the stairs.

I knocked slightly before going inside. I tiptoed to the bed, as he was still sleeping. I used this opportunity to stare at his face. His perfectly curled lashes, his strong jawline with a nicely trimmed beard, and then his cute soft lips I guess I should stop thinking about it before I get it out of my mind. I was about to leave when I was pulled into bed.

"As much as I want to see my cupcake walking about, I'll still want you in bed with me." His deep, husky voice sent shivers of excitement down my spine.

"I came to tell you breakfast is ready." I said, trying to tame my wild thoughts.

"Mmm. I don't need to keep my cupcake waiting then, do I?" He finally opened his gorgeous eyes.

I tried wriggling out of his embrace, but he only tightened his grip.

"I need to get up for you to be able to get up." I said, I can't keep calm when I'm in his arms. He turned, putting me gently on the bed before getting out of it.

I'll be back in a jiffy; can you wait here for me?" His eyes searched mine.

"Yeah, just take your time." I said, sitting up in his bed. He nodded before heading to the bathroom.

Since I didn't carry my phone along. I decided to look around his room. His room was painted in white and different shades of blue, and on the walls were the most beautiful paintings I've ever set eyes on. He has great taste in paintings and interior decor. His bed sheets and pillows were in shades of blue. I heard the showers go off, raising my head when the door opened. I guess I wasn't ready to see what I saw. Droplets of water dripped from his hair down his finely sculptured body. I can't take my eyes off his muscular body. The next thing I knew, he was standing in front of me.

"Like what you see?" His deep voice sounds so sexy.

Yes." I blushed, covering my face.

"Don't hide that beautiful face from me." He whispered, more like a plea. Grabbing my hand and gently pulling me to himself.

"How come he looks so calm while I look as red as a tomato?" I asked myself.

His face was a few inches from mine, and I could feel his breath on my face.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I felt him put his hands on my waist and pull me closer.

"I'm going to kiss you," he said, before pressing his lips on mine.

A teardrop slipped down my cheek; flashbacks were setting in. Feeling how gentle he was with the kiss, everything just disappeared, and my mind went blank.

"What's wrong, cupcake?"

"It's nothing that important. I just had a flashback, that's all." I answered, trying to lighten the atmosphere a little, looking down.

"What can I do to make you feel better?"

I hesitated; no one has ever asked me for my opinion or cared about me.

"I want more. It felt really nice." I said, burying my face in his chest.

"You shouldn't hide your face if you want more, should you?" he said, his deep voice making it impossible to tame my wild thoughts.

Lifting my head and tiptoeing, making it easier for him to kiss me again. His hands moved down to my buttocks, giving them a slight squeeze. I moaned, making him poke his tongue in my mouth. The kiss was passionate and full of desire. I couldn't resist, and I kissed him back. Lifting me up, he continued his sweet torture. I was beginning to enjoy myself, then he pulled away.

"You're such a tease.' I said, making a pout.

"I'd love the opportunity to kiss you any chance I get, but I want to tease you until you can't stand it anymore. I want you craving for more," he said. "Besides, we don't want our breakfast to get all cold," he said, making me hide my face. I literally forgot about the food. "I'll be back soon, cupcake." He said this, gently putting me down. He then moved to his walk-in closet.

What a nice way to start my day! I can't get the kiss out of my mind or how I felt about it out of my system. He'll be the end of me.

"What's got you smiling like that?" he asked, dressed casually.

The black t-shirt he was wearing hugged his sculptured body. Am I a sucker for a toned, muscular body? I felt his lips on mine, his tongue tracing the outline of my lips. This is completely different from what I've experienced. It's a whole new feeling, and I want more. Damian is the only one who can quench this fire he started in my soul.

"What was the question again?" I asked after the kiss.

I've got my answer already, cupcake," he smiled.

"At this point, Mrs. Jones will just beat us," I said, with us laughing as we headed down the stairs. Let's see what the day holds for us today.