Doubts darling can ruin a relationship.

- Rain

The light seeped from the curtains or what I thought because it was falling on my eyes. I tried to move but something was holding me back.

Frustrated, I opened my eyes. My eyes leisurely travelled down to my waist where I could see a tattooed mascular arm. I looked up to see the owner of the hand was non other than Damien.

I got to know one thing and that is his arm is very heavy. What does he eats bricks and cement? I tried moving my left arm so that I could remove Damien's arm but I couldn't move it. Wait am I paralyzed?

I turned my head slightly to see Amber was clinging on my arm like a koala. I sighed. There is nothing much I can do. I am literally tied.

So I took this time of mine to leisurely look at Damien. His face was peaceful. His eyes closed. No storm brewing in them. No trave of stress and at that moment I thought how can someone look so good. He looked like Adonis but with dark wings. He was more of a fallen angel whose light has been taken away.

Wait what did I just say?

I was taken aback by my own thought. I don't even know him so why I said something like that? I don't know why but I have this feeling we both have something in common and that common this is maybe our past.

I looked at Damien to see his head was just next to chest. It must have been a very uncomfortable position.

"Damien."

I said softly but I know he heard it. In the hospital I learnt he is a very light sleeper. Waking up at the slightest noise.

I could feel him moving. A groan left his mouth but eventually he opened his eyes. His grey orbs looked in my blue ones.

His face was stoic not portraying any emotion. He looked around as he got up. I removed my left arm from Amber's grip as I sat on the bed. He ran a hand through his hair. His tight shirt showing of his muscles and how they flex.

He can crush me so easily. Will he ever do it like him? God Rain you think so much.

"How do you feel?", he asked me. His voice deep and rough due to just waking up.

I made a confused face. What happened to me? I looked up at him as he sighed. He gently placed his hand on my forehead. I didn't know he could be this gentle but since I have been here he has been nothing but benevolent.

"You fainted and had a high fever last night. But you have no fever right now.", he stated.

Then I remembered everything. Rebecca, Lila and that dreadful meet.

"I am sorry I caused you trouble.", I stated. As it is without my job I am a burden on him.

"You have no reason to be sorry for. Also you are no burden Rain.", Damien stated. Wait did I say it loudly?

Damien bent down to my level as he softly touched my right cheek with his rough and calloused fingers.

"You took care of our daughter without me for three years. You were there with her through her highs and lows. If anything then I am grateful to you. What you have given me, I can never pay back for it. I may not be good with feeling but think of it as a token of thanks from my side. Remember rain I can never repay you.", he stated and my breath got stuck in my throat.

He softly caressed my cheek which was slowly and slowly burning red. Never a man has made me feel like it. I couldn't describe it. The sparks, the butterflies and this, this connection.

"I will give you time to get ready.", he stated as he started to make his way out of the room. I looked down at my hands. His words they were leaving a mark on me.

"Also Rain...", Damien started. I looked up to see him standing on the door.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Not just by looks but at heart to.", Damien stated before closing the door.

I know till then I have turned fifty shades of crimson. My heart was pounding in my ears. A lot of men have called me beautiful but the way he put it had a different effect on me. Why the hell I am being a hormonal teenager? Calm down Rain, take a deep breath and relax.

I looked at the nightstand to pick up my phone to see it was 8 o'clock. I got out of the my comfy bed and made my way to the bathroom. I looked at the mirror and my mouth hung.

How?

How could that man call me beautiful in my current state?

My hair were a bird nest. My eyes were red and swollen due to crying and there were tear stains on my cheeks.

Another thing that hit my mind at that time was why he never asked me why was I crying because it was very evident. Maybe he was respecting my privacy. I shook my head and continued with my morning routine.

As I came out of the bathroom in my towel, my eyes fell on the bed to see Amber rubbing her eyes. I quickly made my way to my grand closet which only had little bit of clothing. I picked out a grey hoodie and a pair of blue jeans. I put on my fuzzy slippers as I didn't plan to go outside and made my way to the bed.

Amber was sitting straight and looking at me.

"Good morning baby.", I stated softly and as I stated that she dashed in my direction and wrapped her tiny little arms around my chest. I chuckled as I patted her back. She looked up at me and pouted. She ran her hands through her locks and pointed towards the door and then made the gesture of pushing away.

I understood what she meant. Maybe Damien didn't let her come near me because I had fever.

"Mommy is sorry baby.", I said while holding my ears. She gave me a thumbs up meaning apology accepted.

I placed her down from the bed as the bed was pretty high. She held my hand as I took her to her room to freshen up.

Once she was done, we made our way to the dinning room as told by one of the maid, her name was Heather.

As I entered the room I saw Damien sitting in the centre table like a king he is. His stance imposing. He was already dressed up in a suit. He looked at me once and then his eyes fell on Amber and a smile graced his face. Adoration swimming in his grey orbs.

"Good morning.", I muttered softly as I made my way to my seat.

"Good morning Rain and good morning Amber.", Damien stated as he got up from his seat. He made his way to us and picked up Amber in his arm. I thought she would cry but to my surprise she was calm rather she liked being in his arm.

"Did you sleep well", Damien asked Amber to which she nodded her head.

"Today my princess is going to sit on my lap and have her meal.", Damien stated to which Amber clapped her hands. She liked the idea.

Soon we all were seated as Damien made small talks with Amber. He was making full efforts at understanding what Amber was saying.

Soon food was served and we started with our meal. I just had a toast and orange juice. I tried having the mexican salad but I had no appetite for it.

"You haven't eaten anything.", Damien stated. So he noticed.

"I don't feel like having anything.", I stated.

"If you want I can call the doctor.", Damien advised but I was quick to reject the idea. I felt perfectly fine, it was just one of the days I didn't feel like eating.

Damien just nodded his head and soon breakfast came to am end. As we all started getting up Marie rushed in the room.

"Sir..", Marie started.

"What is it?", he stated rudely. It was at these moments I realise that how differently he treats Amber and me.

"Sir cops are here and they want to talk to Ms Rain.", Marie stated.

I was confused. Why do they want to talk to me. I looked at Damien to see him run his hand through his hair. He placed Amber down as he asked Marie to take Amber up as if he knew that the things would get ugly but I didn't understand anything. Next he asked me to follow him.

As we entered the living room I find five officers standing there. Damien stood directly in front of me as if shielding me from the cops.

"What brings you here officers?", Damien asked in a cold tone as if warning them that they have entered the wrong territory.

"Mr. Black, Lila Page was brutally murdered yesterday night and for the investigation we need to talk to Ms Rain.", one of the officers stated.

My mind froze for a moment. Lila is dead! But how and why? Okay maybe we didn't share a good relationship and what she said yesterday was very cruel but still she was my sister and I never hated her.

"Rain, angel?"

I felt a warm hand in my cheek and that snapped out of my conflicting feelings. I felt Damien's hand rub away the tears they have involuntary started falling. Even if she hoped I was dead, I never thought the same way about her. We were great friends till early teens. Till the time we were immature and had no worries of the world.

"Look at me.", Damien stated softly and I obeyed. His orbs were soft unlike his stance.

"W-why?", I sobbed as I held on to Damien's shirt not been worried I was crumbling his expensive shirt. I hid my face in his chest as I sobbed. I never liked the idea of our loved ones leaving us.

"Shhh. Calm down.", Damien cooed as he rubbed circles on my back and after a while I calmed down.

I looked in front of me to see the officers looking at me with sympathy. I wiped the tears from my cheeks as I took a deep breath.

"We are sorry for your loss.", one of the officers stated.

"What can I do officer to help you?", I asked. I would help in the investigation as much as possible so that we can soon find the murderer.

I felt Damien stiffen next to me. He turned so that he was facing the officers. But he kept his left arm around my waist.

"You were the last person she visited so we want you to come with us to the station and in detail tell us about your meet.", the same officer stated.

"I..."

Wait Rain. Telling about everything in detail will also mean telling about him and I don't want to relive those memories.

"She is not going to the station. If you want to talk to her, then you talk right here.", Damien hissed.

"But sir that is against the protocol.", one of the officers stated. He tried to look confident but he failed miserably. He was intimidated by Damien.

"I don't give a f*ck about your protocol. Do your investigation here or you are free to leave.", Damien stated menacingly.

I could tell he didn't enjoy the cops being on his land.

"But Damien...", I started but was cut by the officer.

"Fine we will do it here.", one of the officers stated. I didn't know they would break the protocol because of Damien. I felt bad that Damien was using his influence.

"Sir...",

We turned around to know the source of that voice . Marie was rushing down the staircase with Amber in her arms.

"Ms Amber has fainted."