𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ☏︎

𝟏𝟏 | 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐡 ☁︎

I slowly open my eyes, as they trail to the blanket on the floor. I must've kicked it off in my sleep. I make a move to get up when a soft snore sounds next to my ear.

Then I notice one strong arm wrapped around my waist, and the other currently kneading my right boob.

Damien is kneading my right boob.

He suddenly shifts his head and burrows it into my neck, tightening his grip around my waist.

Damien was spooning me the whole night.

I told him no touching. No only did he completely ignore my rule, but he did the absolute most.

The kneading slowly stops. He should be fully asleep now. I slowly creep out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" A deep husky rumble sounds from behind me.

So... he wasn't sleeping.

I don't speak. I'm honestly too tired for this. I just want to go home and relax.

After my silence, it's like he realises that he's spooning me and his hand is currently holding my right boob.

His hand is currently holding my right boob.

He instantly withdraws both of his hands from me as I turn around to face him.

My shirt- his shirt has completely rode up my thigh, revealing a snippet of my light pink underwear.

"Leave." He says, staring into my soul, before his eyes trail down my body. With each spot his eyes take in, a trail of heat is left behind. I find my pulse raising unusually.

Before his eyes can move any further down I roll my eyes and sit up, moving to the edge of the bed. "It's not like I was trying to do that anyway. You're not very subtle when eye-fucking me, you know."

It's 11 a.m. and he's already started with his shit.

Its like my statement snaps him back to reality when he snaps his eyes back to my face. "Cut the attitude." He demands.

"Fine, dad." I snap.

I guess we're both grumpy in the mornings.

"Where's my phone?" I remember having it on in the nightstand before I went to sleep.

I stand up and look at Damien, pinning him with a glare.

"Are you this hostile in the morning?" He observes, getting up from the bed.

"What a shitty attempt to switch the topic." I say, taking off my bonnet and tying my braids back.

Then, his phone rings. He picks it up from the nightstand on his side of the bed and answers it. "CEO Damien Anderson speaking." He watches everything I do closely.

So I flip him off.

He clenches his jaw and turns around, so all I can see is the back of his head and his muscular T-shirt clad back. Imagine bruises from my nails on his upper back...

What the fuck? I need to be checked out.

I spot my phone in the nightstand drawer. Strange.

"Thanks for informing me. I'll see you later." He hangs up the call and starts to exit the room. "Get ready. We're leaving."

"Where are we going?" I ask, following after him.

"I'll tell you later." He throws over his shoulder.