Masked Feelings

Chapter 47: Intruder

"Hello" Damian answered when he picked up his phone. We were currently standing on his porch. He was just about to open the door when his phone rang. I stood beside him, waiting impatiently for the shower. "Right now?" he asked, sounding a little bit annoyed. "Fine. I'll be there in ten minutes" he sighed, his eyes trailing on me. He ended the call and shoved his phone in his pocket.

"You need to go" I stated while offering a reassuring smile to show him that I didn't mind him leaving for now. I was tired and even though the sex in the shower was a tempting idea, I felt like I might collapse due to the tiredness.

"Yes. My father has something important to announce" He breathed. I watched as he brought his hand to my face and gently moved my hair away from my face. He tugged the strand of hair behind my ear.

"That's fine" I told him, turning my head slightly to kiss his hand. Some unknown emotion was present in his eyes as he stared down at me. "Should I wait for you?" I asked softly. He shook his head.

"I'll be home pretty late" Damian said, sighing a little bit. "Eat something then go to sleep" He told me. I nodded as he opened the door and motioned me to walk in. I did. Once I was inside, he closed the door, not even giving me a kiss. What was I waiting for? I took a deep breath while turning around. I wasn't hungry. I was simply tired. The sex in the car was tiring. Maybe today's first day at work was tiring too.

I wandered around the house after putting my bag on the table that was in the living room. The house seems so lonely and depressive. I wonder how Damian live here. 

He used to have Rosemary though.

I nodded at my thought and visited the house more in depth. My eyes widened when I saw a library down the hall. There was a freaking library in his house. I was in awe in front of this. I felt like I found paradise. I quickly walked towards a shelf, not caring whether I had the right to walk in here or not. I took my heels off and let them somewhere in the library room as I ran my fingers over the books. So many books. I took a deep breath and took in the smell of new and old books. A smile stretched on my face when I started looking at the books, hoping that I would find one which was interesting that I could be reading when I was bored.

"Damn" I whispered when I realize that most of them were interesting. I picked one out of the blue because I couldn't choose. Then I walked to the huge couch that was present in the library itself. I sat down and realized that I was still in my work clothes. Being the lazy ass that I was, I stood up and took off the tight skirt, leaving the blouse on me. I open up the first two buttons and let loose my hair so that I was now fully comfortable. I took the book and settled myself in the huge couch, putting the small pillows behind my back.

It was now around eleven and I've finished the book that I was reading. Damian was not home yet. I took a deep breath and stood up. I stretched my body while yawning. I walked to the shelf and put the book back in its place. It was interesting book, The suspense type of book but in the end it was obvious to find out who the killer was. I turned off the light of the library before walking out of it. I needed to take a bath and go to sleep. I was not hungry. I walked to my room with my skirt in my hand and my blouse covering half of my butt. There was no on one the house so it wouldn't be a problem.

When I walked in my room, I turned on the light and threw my skirt near the door of the bathroom. I walked to my drawer, feeling really sleepy. I opened it and took out a short and a top which I would eventually wear to bed.  I took a towel and walked to the bathroom. I closed my eyes and yawned again, my eyes tearing up at the same time. When I opened them, I froze completely. I was facing my mirror and on it, was written in my red lipsticks three words.

'I'm watching you'. 

I blinked once. Twice. Trice. Then I started realizing what was happening. Someone broke in my room. I looked around, with my heart racing in my ribcage. What if the person was still in the house. What if he was still in my room. I gulped and looked around to see whether I could notice some presence. Nothing. He was watching me. Even with the security guards, someone managed to break in the house. I quickly ran to the front door. I don't know how I managed not to break my neck running down the stairs. I opened the front door and ran outside. My hair was most probably a mess and when the cold chilling air touched my legs, I realized that I was still wearing my blouse and my ass was still half uncovered.