Challenge

Chapter 17: Back In The Game

~~~SMUT WARNING~~~

***Damon's POV***

My body flung up as I smelled smoke. I looked over and didn't see Nyx where she was supposed to be and panicked. I threw on some clothes and ran downstairs to find Nyx and see where the smoke was coming from. I walked to the smoke filled kitchen and see Nyx struggling with a hot pan with burnt food. I run my hand over my face and walk over to her. I grab the pan from her and put it into the sink. She looks at me with embarrassment written on her face, then looks back at the burnt bacon in the sink. 

"I just wanted to make you breakfast since you're always doing it." She wined. I grabbed both sides of her beautiful face and kissed her. 

"It's alright, love. At least your eggs and potatoes didn't burn. That's two out of three." She huffed and mumbled an "I guess". I opened some windows to let the smoke out, as she finished cooking. We sat at the kitchen island and we started to eat. The eggs were over seasoned and I don't think the potatoes were cooked all the way. 

"Do you like it?" She asked so innocently. 

"You did a good job for your first time. You'll get better the more you cook."

"This isn't my first time cooking. Frankie taught me." She said with confusion on her face. I held in a laugh. 

"That explains a lot." I said before chugging some water. The over seasoned eggs were making me thirsty.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, love. We should probably stick with me handling the food." I chuckled. 

"It's that bad?" She pouted. Before I could reply, Javi came into the kitchen. 

"Wassup motherfuckers. Ouuh what's for breakfast?" He walked up to Nyx and picked some food off her plate. He chewed it a couple of times, then turns and just stared at Nyx. 

"Who cooked?" He asked with the food still in his mouth. Nyx slams her hands on the island and stands. 

"I guess it is that bad." She grabs our plates and puts them in the sink. I hit Javi in the shoulder as he spits the food into a napkin. I got up and followed Nyx. 

"It's okay that you can't cook. You can do a million other things." I say, trying to make her feel better. She continued to stomp away to her room without saying anything. So I slap her ass. That sure got her attention. She turned around and tried to slap me, but I caught her by the wrist. She opened her mouth to say something but I pushed her up against the hallway wall. 

"Don't ignore me, love." I pressed my body against hers to keep her from slipping out. 

"Don't tell me what to do." She said with her little attitude. 

"You didn't mind last night." Her cheeks turned pink and I couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. She rolled her eyes. 

"If this is what I get for trying to do something nice, I will never try again." She placed her hands on my chest and shoves me off of her. 

"Don't be like that, love. If you're gonna be mad at anyone, be mad at Frankie." I followed her into her room and closed the door behind me. 

"Get out. I need to get ready to train." She said as she dug into her drawers. I walked up behind her, used one hand to grab her waist and the other to move her long hair to one side. 

"Training can wait." I whispered into her ear. I planted kisses down her neck. She leaned her head back, resting it on my chest, which gave me more access. 

"Damon," she moaned. Her voice instantly got me hard. I gripped her waist a little more and moved my other hand to the waistband of her sweats. 

"Damon, I really should get re-"