Risky Dirty Games

Chapter 5 - Damon's Version of Breakfast in Bed

-PREVIOUSLY ON RISKY DIRTY GAMES- 

-NORMAL POV-

"No, I wanted to see how you were."  

"And this call couldn't have waited, oh I don't know, until noon?" She rolled her eyes.  

"Then I wouldn't have had the pleasure of hearing your lovely voice right before work. And you still haven't answered me, gorgeous." He answered, much too self-assuredly for Kylie's liking.

"You're an ass. But I'm fine, thanks for asking."  

"I'm hurt. That's no way to talk to the guy who brought you breakfast." He lazily drawled out.

Kylie could feel goose bumps appearing on her skin. He was bluffing. He couldn't possibly be this stupid, could he? She heard someone knock on her door. Guess so, she thought and braced herself for what was outside the door. Kylie briskly walked from her bed to the front door and opened the locks. As she yanked it open, he was there. He smirked at her.  

"Hello, gorgeous."

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Kylie pinched the bridge of her nose. "Damon, what the hell are you doing here?" She snapped, completely bypassing the value of greetings. She clearly discovered a new way to start the morning off, snapping at Damon does the trick for her. How unfortunate for Creed.

"Language, language." Damon said it too dramatically for Kylie's liking, and he continued speaking, "Do I need to go over this question again?" Damon rolled his eyes, "And now, milady, I'm serving you what I'm guessing is going to be your breakfast in bed. Cute PJ's by the way." And the familiar grin crept to his face.

And without warning, Kylie zoned out. "For God's sake, why did this asshole have to look impeccable? I still have bed hair and morning breath while he looked like he'd just popped out straight from a magazine in his crisp gray suit." The only non-designer item in his possession was the brown paper bag he was carrying underneath his arm. Kylie self-consciously tried to cover up her form, as she was only wearing a blue tank top and her pink printed cupcake PJ's. Talk about humiliation.

That did it and she snapped out of her trance, "Oh my God! You're impossible Damon!" Kylie sounded irritated, raising her hands in the air to show how frustrated she is. Damon really knows how to navigate her from one mood to another. Handy for Damon and a disadvantage for Kylie.

"Will you stop muttering complains for just a second? It's hurting my eardrums, seriously! Just get your cute little ass in bed and I'll bring your breakfast." He stormed in, not bothering to be invited by Kylie at all. He immediately went to fuss over something in the mini kitchen of Kylie's flat.

"Damon!" She yelled and ran after him. Did he have some sort of a mental deficiency disorder? If not, she could just grab a baseball bat and lend him a helping hand in that department.

"Kylie!" He mimicked. Teasing Kylie has given Damon satisfaction and seeing her go off in steam amuses him so much. Damon started emptying the contents of his bag on her kitchen counter. She quickly spotted several different assortments of fruit and bread. He is really taking this breakfast in bed seriously.

"Damon, drop the innocent-servant act! Stop! I really need to talk to you." Kylie was desperately trying to get his attention. He really was like a little kid. So stubborn. Despite her annoyance towards Damon, she can't stop gawking at him while he is preparing what he is blabbing nonstop, his own "breakfast in bed." A man wearing a silver suit in her kitchen seems peculiar to imagine, but seeing Damon reach to and fro his brown paper bag, it doesn't seem odd to look at him like that, it's actually quite a view. It's unfair how he can look savagely delicious in every angle she looked, how can a man be so perfect in an imperfect place?