I woke to the knocking of my door bell. I ignored it hoping whoever it was would get the message but as soon as I got comfortable again, there was that annoying sound. I swung my legs to the side of my bed, slipped on my slippers and went to open the door. But I think I was still sleeping, because I'm not sure why he would be here right next now. "Damien?" I asked shocked.

The fact that it was 2am and there he was in his shorts and shirt I could tell he plans on staying the night here but how did he manage to look so good at this time. Damn! I don't know how long I was ogling because when I finally broke out of my trance he had a small self satisfied smirk on his perfectly, slightly parted pink lips. I stepped to the side allowing him to enter but he didn't enter.

"You look messy shit." He muttered under his breath but I heard it. I caught my appearance in the near by mirror and to say his statement is true. In my defence it's 2 am.

"What do you want, Mr Knight?" I folded my arms waiting for a good explanation as to why he freaking disturbed me at this time.

"We need some coffee."

"Are you telling me that you woke my up at this time to make you coffee?" How could he? He has been nothing but rude to me and look at his guts. Asking more like ordering me to make him some coffee. What an idiot!

"Winnie, please make us a good coffee." I heard dad's voice from behind as Damien smirked. "Some snacks with coffee would be perfect." He turned around leaving me stunned. What?

"Wait, wait!" I stopped him, he turned around raising his eyebrows at me, impatiently. It was like I was taking his precious time, is he for serious?

"Magic word." I said. He groaned and turned back around. "Then forget about the coffee, Damien." He walked away not bothering with me. I closed my door shut. The least I deserve is being politely asked.

Well let me tell you. It used to happen all the time 4 years ago. Damien used to come and stay at nights for photoshoot or some business related talks with dad, staying up all night. So I used to make them coffee and snacks to eat, sometimes dinner even. Back those day I was naïve, I wanted to stuff Damien's stomach with my food as I used to think it could be a way to make him fall for me. I shook my head at my stupid old self.

I know I would feel bad so I decided to bake them some cookies with coffee. I could never say no if someone ask me to make them food. Cooking is my passion. Food is life. I fixed my hair and went out to the kitchen. Dad and Damien sitting with their laptop, probably discussing some business. I felt bad for them they have to work so hard. Well a good coffee for these hard working men.

As I prepared coffee, i thought about what could have happened if Damien didn't step in last night. Raped? by an ugly druggie. For sure he is a jerkface but he does have a heart that beats, sometimes only.

"Stupid little girl, you cannot stay out of trouble, can you?" He drawled out, He stepped towards me as I backed away. My back hit the tree and I was trapped in his arms. My eyes soon filled with tears as I asked out of no where, "Why did you reject me?" I let tears out.

Realising it makes me look like a desperate hoe, "I wanted to just tell you that it was a small crush which faded away just like all other crushes I had." I continued. His jaw clenched as his eyes darkens.

"You were indeed faking it." My heart tightens with the feeling of hurt. Believe whatever you want, Damien.

No one spoke for a minute or two, "I'll drop you off." He said walking to his car, probably thinking I'll follow. When he realized I wasn't, he stopped and turned around. He took a deep breath, "Really?"

"Aurora must be waiting for me." I said in a low voice. "She is busy with Ethan."

Can he take the hint, "I don't wanna go with you."

"Then stay here and get raped for all I care." I stood there still as he got in his car and drove off. Later Aurora and Ethan came looking for me and Ethan dropped us at home.

My coincence didn't let me go with him. Maybe if he asked more nicely. I don't exactly like him anymore but I don't hate him either. He was a great business man and a model, but he just had no regards for my feelings. It's like I'm not a human to him. People even treat animals way better then how Damien treats me.

I snapped out of my thoughts. I put my Macaron inside the oven while making buttercream in a large bowl. As my macarons got ready I piped them with buttercream of three different flavours; lemon, raspberry and chocolate. It looked tasty but I don't eat such unhealthy things at this time. I took a big tray and put 2 cup of coffee; french vanilla for dad and hazelnut for Damien. With macarons and some other snacks.

They were so busy that they didn't notice my presence so I cleared my throat to grab their attention. Damien looked at my direction, his eyes looking at the tray in my hands as they sparkled with happiness. Maybe he was really starving. He loves my food, does he not? I smiled to myself.

"Thank you, princess." Dad said, his eyes still on laptop. "You can go back to sleep now."

"I'm not sleepy anymore."

Damien didn't say anything. He sat there muted, whilst taking his coffee and sipping on it as well as biting on macaron. He caught me staring at him so he turned around and set his face towards dad, completely ignoring and avoiding my existence.

"So Damien, how is Winnie doing at office?" Dad questioned.

"Settling in," His answer was short. His attitude is quiet frustrating. He didn't even say a single "thank you" for waking up at this time to bake cookies and make coffee for him. Ungrateful human. But as I think about it, he never did back then too.