"What the fuck?" Damon stares at the TV.

I smile as the women talks about our cooking classes.

"The question is where is the cooking class going to be? We've heard it's happening today?" The woman says

"What the hell is she talking about? I never agreed to this" I shrug

"I never did too, but it looks like we have to it. I mean the paparazzi know, and you don't want them to start talking. Right?" I look at him and he sighs, standing up.

"Fine, we'll go after work" he runs a hand through his hair and I smile.

"If you say so" he starts walking out of the room, but stops.

"You can't come to work any more. You're fired. You have to stay home and let that heal" he walks out of the to room, and I hear the front door close.

Either he's really fired me, or he cares about me, and wants me to stay home, because of the tattoo.

I'll go with the second one.

I'll buy Kristen chocolate cake, for being the best friend. Plus I'm in the mood for cake, and it's her day off.

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"Wait, so he wants a divorce just because he's fed up, and he's dating Hannah?" Kristen asks the spoon full of cake frozen next to her mouth.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it" I stick my spoon into my mouth, sighing.

"Okay I can clear one thing up for you, is that he's not dating Hannah. He seriously does hate Hannah, it's just that she's really good at her job, that's why she's in the company, or he would have had a restriction order against her." I frown.

"Well he said he is. Seriously Kristen, I feel like pulling my hai-" my phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket to see its Damon.

Kristen takes my phone out of my hand, and ignores the call.

"What you should really do is ignore him. He's trying to ignore you, so you do the same" I shake my head

"Nope. that never works. What I am going to do is, answer that call, and talk to him. What if it's important?" She sighs as he calls again. She hands me my phone, and puts her spoon in her mouth.

I answer the call.

"Where are you?" He asks

"Hi, how are you? Oh thank you for asking, I'm perfectly okay. Still alive. Not going to divorce you. Or where am I? I'm with Kristen" I reply back

"Come home Ella. We have to go to a cooking class" I jump up quickly.

"Now? But it's only two? You finish at five?"

"We're going now. I'm coming to pick you up because I don't like to be late" he hangs up.

"Chat bubbles. He cares about me" I smile

"I have to go. I love you this much Kristen" I spread my arms out and hug her tightly, then grab my bag.

She waves at me, eating her cake as I walk out of the house.

I think we'll both have no teeth left at the age of 35.

I see Damon's car, and I walk down the stairs towards him. I sit inside and wear my seat belt carefully.

"Hi" I smile at him.

"We're already late. Don't annoy me" he mumbles opening his window, and running a hand through his hair, as he starts driving.

"Where's the cooking class?" I ask

"Close by. There's a lot of people there, and apparently Kristen had already booked us in" I gasp

"Oh my! Really? I can't believe what she did!" I cover my mouth pretending to be shocked.

"Stop it" he says and I sigh, looking out of the car.

Damon parks the car outside a restaurant. I see a poster in the door.

I get out of the car and walk closer to it, as he gets out.

Cooking classes every day, for couples only. I smile.

Love you Kristen!

"Let's go" he says opening the door and walking inside. I follow him, and we walk into a huge room, with 10 kitchen units.

"Mr and Mrs Knight, good afternoon. You're unit is number 5" a woman says and I nod, following Damon to unit 5.

He sits down on a stool, as I look around the small kitchen.

There's everything you can imagine.

From measuring spoons to mixers.

I look around us to see couples at every unit.

Some older couples, some younger couples.

"Right class, today we will be making an easy dish. Pasta. You will have a recipe on your unit, and I want you to cook pasta, with the pasta sauce. You have all the ingredients, placed in the basket, but if you need more, don't hesitate to ask" the woman says and everyone nods, getting started.

"Where's the recipe?" I mumble looking around the counter.

"Here" Damon stands up and places it infront of me.

"Thank you. So first put half a pan of water on heat" I mumble getting the pan out and turning the tap on.

One thing I've noticed is that people don't drink tap water. It's always bottled water.

But in England everyone drinks it. Yes there's bottled water but you can drink the tap water as well. It's clean.

It's weird a little. When I came to America, I would drink water from the tap, but Damon told me not too and to drink only bottle water.

"Pay attention" Damon pulls me out of my thoughts, and I turn the water off, spilling some of it back into the sink.

I place the pan on the cooker, and turn the fire on.

"Here add this" Damon hands me the pasta packet.

"All of it?" I say and he nods

"Yeah. I got some of it out" I nod spilling the packet in. I stop quickly as the water sprinkles out.

"Slowly" Damon holds my hand, and pours it in.

I smile at his hand around mine.

He removes it quickly, and I empty the packet.

"Now add the salt. It's already been measured out for you" he hands me it.

I nod sprinkling it in.

"Now what?" I ask looking at him.

"Now you wait. The sauce, I'll make it" I nod, as he gets pans out.

I look at the pasta. How long will this take?

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"Ella, turn it off!" Damon says and I shake my head, mixing it with a spoon.

"No I don't think this is cooked. Maybe the instructions are wrong. It doesn't look cooked. It's just gone bigger and absorbed the water?" I say looking at it.

"Ella, you'll burn it" I shake my head

"I know what I'm doing Damon. You carry on with the sauce" he sighs, and turns the gas off.

"They are both done." I shake my head

"No Damon. I'm telling you the pasta isn't done. It hasn't even changed colour. Isn't it meant to go at golden colour?" I turn the gas back on.

"Ella stop it" he holds both of my hands in his.

"Look, pasta is done, when it absorbs the water, and it's soft. Okay? Here taste it" he gets a piece out quickly blowing on it. He turns the gas off.

He places it next to my mouth and I open up slowly.

He places it in my mouth, as I stare at him.

He stares at me, a small smile on his face, as I chew the pasta.

"Am I right?"I nod slowly.

"Sometimes you are. Sometimes you think you're right, but you're not" be frowns.

"I know I'm right about this Ella. The pasta is cooked" I smile nodding

"It is" he let's my hands go, and coughs slightly.

The older woman, who's name is Mary, walks towards us.

"Are you guys finished?" She smiles and Damon nods.

"Okay. I just wanted to give you the leaflet for which days it's opened and and what times" I take it off her, smiling at her.

"Oh we won't be-" I shake my head at Damon.

"We'll be coming in every day." She smiles and walks away.

"Ella we won't be coming in anymore" I frown.

"I think you can sacrifice work for me, for about two hours. It's the least you can do, for cancelling our honeymoon" I grab the container, and put all the pasta inside with the sauce.

"The reporters think we're doing this and we're doing our honeymoon later" he mumbles, picking up my bag.

"It's fine. I don't care about our honeymoon anymore." I sigh, placing the containers in a plastic bag.

I pick up the bag, and we walk towards Mary.

"Tomorrow we'll be making something else. Something sweet. I won't be saying it, because you might go home and learn about it." She smiles at all of us.

"Right, I'll see you all tomorrow at 2" she smiles opening the door for us.

We all walk out and I follow Damon, as reporters run towards us.

Damon grabs my hand, and walks towards our car.

He opens the door for me, and I sit inside. He hands me my bag, and closes the door.

I smile as he runs around the car, ignoring the reporters who flash their cameras at us. He sits inside his car, and drives off.

"I need bodyguards tomorrow" he mumbles

"Why? Can't take a few reporters?" I smirk at him and he scoffs

"I can take them. I was just looking out for y-" he shakes his head driving home.

First day. Well done Gabi.

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Hey guys!

I should be revising, but I'm working on the third book in the Millionaire Series.

Yes this series is called the Millionaire Series. The books so far are-

●Damon

●Kara

●Seth. (Working on this one now)

Anyway...forget the spoilers up there,

How are to guys doing?

Damon's read a few comments from the last chapter and is not feeling good. He asked me one question today-

"I'm human as well. I have the same emotions as Ella, so why do they want to kill me for not talking to her, or for wanting a divorce? They haven't even heard my side of the story yet?"

I replied with-

"And they won't here your side of the story. The rest of the book will be in Ella's pov"

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Anyway...

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