Keeping Each Other

SIXTEEN

DAMIEN'S POV.

I opened my eyes slowly, the day was already bright.

Why is it so bright? What time is it? I asked my self.

Still lying on the bed, I trailed my phone on the bedside stool. After locating it, I double tapped on the screen.

Shoot!

8:03am!

I'm late for work. I stood up in a rush and went to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and took my bath and entered the room again to dress up.

"Going to work??" Juliet asked from where she laid down.

I didn't take note that she had even woken up.

"Yes. And I'm late. Very late." I told her as I put on my trousers.

"But you're the Base manager, no one is going to scold you if you're late." she told me.

"True. But that doesn't give me a leverage to be late. How am I going to scold the employees under me if I don't show good example."

"Yea yea.. I get you. I don't know if I'll be fast enough to prepare your breakfast before you leave." she said in an attempt to stand up from the bed.

"No no no babe. I don't want you to stress yourself. You don't have to."

"Then I'll bring you lunch in the office."

"Or I could just get something to eat from a fast food." I told her. I don't want her to bother too much.

"I insist Babe, you haven't eaten my food for about a week now."

"I ate it last night, but if you want to cook lunch for me. It's fine." I told her with a smirk and wink hoping she'll get my flirty joke.

"Oh my!" she took the small pillow and threw it to hit me but I dodged and it hit the cosmetics she arranged in front of the mirror. "You naughty boy!"

"I don't even know how we slept till this time." I sat down on the bed to wear my shoe.

"Damien, we slept by after three this morning. When were you expecting to wake up?? Five? Six?" she asked me.

I went close to her, give her a small kiss on her forehead then carried my laptop bag.

"Don't mind me. See you at lunch."

"Lunch!" she said after me.

Then I left the house.

JULIET'S POV.

When I got to his office, the door was locked. No secretary to open the door for me.

Just then I remembered what I had done.

Poor Mercy!

I accused her wrongly.

I opened my bag and took my phone then called Damien.

"Babe."

"I'm at your office, where are you??"

"I'm upstairs. Taking care of something. I'll be with you in ten minutes. Just sit at the waiting chair please."

"Okay."

Almost fifteen minutes before Damien came down.

"I'm sorry for keeping you out." he apologized.

"No problem. Have you talked to Mercy since??" I asked.

He paused then looked at me, I guess he was trying to watch my expression to know my motive for asking. But it was out of a concerned heart.