Owned by Sin

4. "You aren't going anywhere, Zara."

ZARA’s POV ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
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My eyes opened when someone knocked on the door.

I ignored it for the first time but the person knocked again, forcing me to stand up and open the door for him.

I swear to God I wanted to break the head of the person standing infront of me because I hate it so much when someone forces me to get out of my bed when I'm sleeping.

But the person standing infront me— ah, damn.

I opened it slightly and my sleepy eyes locked along with Damien who was standing on the other side of door.

Jesus.

The least of the person I wanted to see this early morning.

"Can I come in?" He asked, not at all sweetly. I think it's in his voice. The roughness.

I opened my door completely, inviting him inside my room, because technically it's not my room. This house belongs to him.

It didn't matter that my clothes were showing my extra skin, because he had seen enough of it yesterday.

I moved towards the bed and laid down again, grabbing a pillow beneath my arms, because sleep’s important. For me atleast.

I felt surprised, when I felt him sitting beside me as the mattress dipped near my head.

"Still sleepy?" He asked in a low voice.

Although it seemed comforting, I cared less and stayed quiet.

"Zara,"

I held a pillow and placed it over my ear to suppress his voice, still I heard his grunt.

He held the pillow and took it to himself.

"Please leave." I said, "I don't want to see a sinner's face early morning."

"Sinner," he chuckled sarcastically, "Glad to hear you calling me that."

Ofcourse, that was the sole purpose of calling him that.

To make him feel glad.

I pretended to sleep.

Silence.

It pricked me when silence surrounded us for so long.

It was surprising too, how he allowed me to sleep and didn't speak a word after that.

Is he even there? Why do you care?

I turned my face slowly to check but as soon as my head tilted a little, I heard his hoarse voice,

"Good morning, tesoro."

I laid my head back again in the same position, caught off-guard.

Idiot, Zara !

This time I felt him standing up.

"I only came to your room because you asked me to visit you, as Dante informed. But if you are reluctant enough to ignore m—"

I cut him off when I remembered why he was actually here.

I had called him.

How can I forget.

Stupid me !

"I—" I turned towards him, and he was standing in his sweat pants and tshirt which were flexing his toned arms very gracefully.