1. No kissing
2. No holding hands
3. No PDA
4. No cuddling
5. No phone calls
6. Only texting is allowed
7. No discussing the contract in public or with other people
8. No dates
9. No sleeping in the same bed!
10. Always use protection!
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"Excuse me?" I sneer while leaning a palm against the wall, steadying myself as I'm sliding my heels off. "You called me way over here to fucking cook for you?!" The asshole sticks a cigarette in his mouth, bites down on it and then shrugs after putting a pack of frozen ground beef inside a sink in the kitchen. I really want to push him off the balcony right now.
"What? I'm sorry did I interrupt something while you were across town?" The sly smirk he's showing me proves to me that he knew what the fuck he was doing when he called.
Exhaling a breath, I pretend that everything's cool while plotting something in my head for payback since obviously he did this on purpose to get back at me for walking in on him and the prostitute. "Nope. I'm just confused because you said this was an emergency," I look around the apartment puzzled and then glare at him, saying through gritted teeth. "I rushed all the way here thinking you've burned the goddamn place down."
Damien pulls the fridge open once more to grab two beers for us. I take the cool drink from his grip with the glare still plastered on my face while he stands before me, snapping the can open for me. "I was sitting here starving. You don't think that's an emergency?" He rubs his palm on my cheek but I yank my head sideways earning a light chuckle from him as he returns to his sister's room.
"You're so lucky I'm a nice person." I mutter bitterly, walking inside the kitchen to prepare something for him to eat. "Better hope I don't decide to poison your food!" Even though I'm pissed it makes me smile hearing him laugh.
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Grabbing my beer beside me on the counter, I stand in front of the heated stove stirring the uncooked meat inside a pan with a spatula while taking sips. Earlier while the meat was unthawing I took a shower and changed into my night clothes which is just a long white oversized shirt with Bob Marley's face on it, a pair of black undies and knee high white socks. My hair is down my shoulders in pigtails after I've shampooed and conditioned it.
Finishing my drink I'm a little tipsy but I need another one to keep me fucking sane. Throwing the empty can in the bin I let out a small burp and then head over to the fridge to grab another beer. Returning back to my spot, I open the drink, sip some down and then continue cooking almost screaming seeing Damien standing behind me, looking over my shoulder grinning from ear to ear.
I jump to the side, away from the stove dropping the spatula to the floor. "Fuck me! Dude what the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
The meat sizzles in the pain, sticking to the bottom but he grabs a wooden spoon from the dishwasher and then begins stirring. "I'm just checking to make sure you ain't poisoning my food, that's all." He looks me up and down wetting his lower lip. "Why you so jumpy, princess? Did you watch a scary movie before you started cooking or something?"
