Doctor Emma Charlotte Phillips' path crosses with the path of the ruthless leader of a secret organization, Damian Nicholas King after he botches her attempt to take her own life.
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Emma sped up her pace as she walked to her apartment. As soon as she pushed her apartment door open, her anxiousness quelled. It was almost eight in the night and all she wanted to do was drink a cup of tea, have a hot shower and crawl into her bed. Dinner was going to have to wait until the next day.
One of her older patients was finally coming around after a successful surgery thankfully and Emma was pleased with his progress but she was undoubtedly exhausted. The surgery had taken longer than expected due to complications.
She headed to the kitchen first to put the kettle on. She halted when she spotted a familiar intruder leaning against the marble counter. He had his mobile phone in his hand which he quickly slipped into his pocket.
He was dressed in a fitted, navy blue suit. He had a thick but short stubble on his face which implied that he obviously had not shaven in a few days. He looked tired but still ruggedly handsome. Even though he had an aura of danger that accompanied him, she wasn't afraid of him. His presence had the opposite effect on her.
Her eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing here?" She bit out. It sounded a bit harsher than she intended it to sound. "Have you finally decided to show your face after sneaking around here for the past three almost four months?"
Emma filled the kettle not taking her eyes off of him. He lifted an eyebrow in question.
"I know you've been here quite a lot actually," she accused. "I'm not completely oblivious Damian. It is not difficult for me to realize that someone else has been dwelling in my space."
She was still angry at him for rejecting her and discarding her after she confessed that she liked him. She felt like a stupid, in love teenager. It was taking every bit of her self control to not run and throw herself into his strong arms. She could already feel her eyes flooding with tears.
"How did you figure that out?" He seemed bored but there was a little smirk on his face that made her anger increase.
"You took my tuna!" She yelled and pointed to the cupboard where she kept them. "I have the receipt to prove it. I bought six cans. I know I did."
"Did you now?" He asked warily.
"I did and I know that I only ate three cans. The other three just happened to vanish." She shot him an irritated stare.
"Given your track record with mercury poisoning, I think the person that took them should be thanked."
"I wasn't going to buy anymore," she insisted and continued her rant. "Then there's the cologne and your soap."
She inhaled deeply.
"I've lived with you Damian for months. I shared a bed with you. I know what you smell like and what your cologne and soap smell like. As soon as I open the front door, I can smell you. I just need to follow the trail to know where you've been. My bed smells like you. Why were you even in my bed?" She handed him a cup of tea which he eagerly took and sipped.
