Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

I tensed, stretching my arms far above my head, buffing out my breast as I breathed in the cold air. Then I was confused. This isn't my bedroom... I jerked up into the bed, the dark maroon sheets clutching my naked body. Oh god. I covered my face with shame, I'm an absolute idiot. A moron! Was in night time? Could I still leave without being seen? I peered over next to me, it was empty. I was in the fairly large bed, alone. I sighed in relief. I threw my legs over the bedside, squinting my eyes so I could see the floor. The carpet was grey. I can't see anything, I sighed. Standing from the bed, I continued to rub my feet across the soft carpet, hoping I could catch anything with my toes.But there was nothing. I brushed the (H/C) hair away from my face and slightly cried. What am I going to do? And then there was a knock at the door. I panicked, rushing into the bed and covering myself. Did I respond? Do I pretend to be asleep?

"Miss (Y/N)." The voice called, a female, as it sounded, "I have some clothes for you?"

"Come in." I stuttered quietly.

The door opened slowly, and a woman in a maid outfit frowned, staring at me for a second before speaking.

"Mr. Fischbach has me washing your clothes downstairs, and has requested me to bring you some extra clothes." She sighed, slightly rolling his eyes, "Your clothes should be done in an hour." I smiled gently and rested against the wall, then holding my chest, "Thank you." She then quickly left the room, slightly slamming the door behind me. I released a sigh and stood from the bed, ripping the clothes from off the dresser that was nicely folded in the corner of the dark wood. It was just a grey dress shirt, that probably fell down to my mid thighs. Was that it? I scanned over the dresser again, looking for something to cover my lower half, just something.

Basketball shorts.

I sighed in relief, slipping both articles of clothing of my chest and legs, then twisting the doorknob that opened into the hallway. A rush of cold air entered the bedroom behind me, moving the curtains slightly, allowing some light from the morning sun to bleed through. I peered to the left, seeing more of an opened area, maybe a living room? To my right were more doors lined against the walls, and at the end of the hallway, a rather large painting of a man. A powerful looking man. His black hair was smooth back, a stern look on his chiseled face. He looked serious...and rich. His tuxedo that he wore screamed money, the gold cuff-lings resting at his wrist, along with the golden ball that rested on his cane. It seemed unreal, almost.

"Miss?"

I jumped at the voice, jerking my head to the woman that stood before me. The maid from earlier. I placed a hand onto my chest, releasing a sigh, "Oh, you scared me. I'm sorry-"

"Are you hungry?" She interrupted, folding her arms over her chest and a disgusted look on her bright red lips, "Mr. Fischbach had the Chef prepare breakfast."

"He didn't have to do that." I smiled warmly, more to myself.

"Oh, " She snickered, "It's not for you. More for the staff."

I wiped the smile from my stupid face, "Oh, I knew that." I mumbled, "I knew that."

She rolled her eyes and turned on her heel, storming down the hallway in front of me. I stared at the back of her stupid skull, almost like she'd burst into flames. I hated her, and I barely knew her. But I wiped that thought from my head and followed her, passing through the living room, and into the kitchen that passed through the large dining room.

Pancakes and bacon sat on plates, resting on the marbled counter tops. The Chef- I assumed since he was wearing an apron- was just brushing off his floured hands, smiling warmly at me.

"You must be Miss (Y/N)." He grinned, wiping his hand on his apron so he could shake mine, "I'm Chef Kenshin. I'm so glad to put a name to your face." The African American male looked at me up and down, "You look like an absolute gem." I blushed and turned my heated face away from his.