His Maid

Chapter 11

Hey guyssss. So I changed this chapter because I wasn't really a fan of the one I had written before. So I took it down and changed it about halfway through the chapter.

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I closed the door as quietly as I could, and tiptoed across the wooden floor, the only thing I could hear was my heels clicking across the floor. I felt a cold breeze against my fish-net covered legs, I bent down and took off my shoes, holding them in between my fingers. I slowly moved over to the staircase and held onto the bannister, when I heard the sound of a light turning on, I stepped down from the stairs and looked round the corner of the living room to see the fire was lit and Damien was sat in his chair swirling a brown liquid, which looked like bourbon, in his glass.

"Where have you been?" He asked slowly lifting his head to meet my gaze. I crossed my arms causing my heels to dig into my ribs, I walked further into living room and pushed my body against the wall closest to the door.

"Work."

"Are you fucking another man? Is that why you are home so late?" He had a slight slur to his words.

"You're drunk." I sighed. "Damien it is none of your business, what I do for my job is my business."

"You have been coming home late for weeks, ever since I said that I will take Rhys away from you, you haven't been here as often." He stopped swirling his drink and he stood up and stumbled over to the fireplace, he slammed his drink on the mantle piece and stared at me through the mirror in front of his.

"It is not my fault that you told me you would take my son away from me. He is the only person I have left!" I saw him pick up his drink and he lifted it to his lips. "He is the only one I have left and you threatened to take him away from me!" He spun around so fast I thought I imagined it. I heard his glass smash against the wall next to me when he threw it, I winced when I felt glass enter my cheek.

"You gave me no choice!" He roared. In an instant he was in front of me cupping my injured cheek, unconsciously pressing the glass even further into my skin.

"Damien you are hurting me." He didn't move his hand.

"I'm hurting you, am I? Well you have hurt me too Marley! You have no idea what you have put me through over these past two years! I had no one. Louise left me, you left me!"

"I left you? Are you kidding me?" I yelled. "I didn't leave you Damien, you kicked me out when you found out that I was pregnant with Rhys! I would have never left if you hadn't forced me too!"

"I didn't force you to do anything!"

"Yes! Yes you did! You know that I would have never left if you hadn't told me to leave. Why can't you just face the fact that you cheated on your fiancé with me and now you regret it?"

"I do not regret it." He growled.

"Oh really?" I laughed. "Because it seems to me that you have hated me ever since we fucked in your office."

"I don't regret fucking you!"

"Prove it then! Stop being a coward and prove to me that you don't regret having sex with me!" His lips crashed onto mine with such anger that made me think it will bruise my lips, his hands hand moved down to my arms gripping the skin tightly and pulling me against his body. My hands had found their way into his hair pulling at it making him groan into the kiss. We were kissing like crazy, it was like we depended on this kiss to make us understand what living is.

His tongue brushed against my lips and I opened up wanting more- needing more. I need all of him, I want to become familiar with everything single thing about him. This kiss was more than a kiss, it was our souls combining into one. It was us letting out our anger for each other that had been looked away since I left.

He removed his hands from his tight grip, his lips releasing me as well. He pulled away and looked into my eyes before opening his mouth to speak, "Does that prove to you that I don't regret fucking you?"

"I don't really know, it was quite sloppy if I must say. I've definitely had better." Before I could slip away from the him and the wall he had me against the wall so tightly it felt like I was going to become one with it.

"You've had better, have you?"

"Why yes. In fact, I had better tonight. He was the best kisser ever, he was also quite a good fuck, his hands were everywhere. He left no stone unturned. He definitely knew what to do, and he was big, like," I separated my hands to about 12 inches, "this big." I tried so hard to contain my smile, his face had morphed from a teasing grin to a look of jealousy and anger.

"You better be joking, you're mine. Do you understand?"

"Green is a horrible colour on you Damien." I smirked, he took in a sharp inhale of breath and sighed. I looked down at his hands which were curled into fists, shaking, his knuckles turning white at the pressure.

"Marley." He all but growled.

"Damien." I growled back.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"You know, I don't think you do. See one minute you're making me repay a debt so I can keep my son and leave, the next you're kissing me and then the next you turn an ugly shade of green and say I'm yours. So no, you don't make yourself clear." He moved his arm behind my back and pulled me against his body, causing my stomach to press against his crotch that was bursting against the seams.

"Marley, don't start playing around. Do I make myself clear?" I smirked I slipped my hand inside his trousers and I gently cupped him in my hand causing him to gasp, my other hand pulling his head down into the crook of my neck.

"Crystal." I whispered. "Now, how about you really show me how clear you are." He growled and lifted me up wrapping my legs around his waist and slammed his lips against mine.

Let's just say that it was definitely better than the night we made Rhys.