Chris, Ethan and me, we were in the room while Damien rested, still sleeping. Ethan was continuously glaring at Chris, but chris care less, doesn't bother himself with it.

A loud wincing sound came from Damien as he moved a little. He was waking up. His bright blue eyes weren't that bright and looked too tired as he opened them. By his face anyone could tell he's not well. He didn't utter a word as he stared through each of us. Then his eyes went to Ethan's as asking him what's going on?

"Bro, you fainted. How many time do I need to tell you to take a break from work? You're risking your fucking health." Ethan said in a normal tone.

Damien didn't answer him anything and got up from the bed. As he got up, he sat back again and winced in pain, held his forehead with both hands and started rubbing it.

"You'll have to stay overnight in the hospital." Said Chris. Oh no! I don't think it was the right time for him to speak. Damien already hates him for no reason.

"Ethan tell him to get lost." Ow! that was rude.

"He helped me saving you." I butt in.

"Saving me you say, Miss Smith? I wasn't on the verge of dieing." He said.

"You have to stay overnight though." Told Ethan to Daminen but we all know how stubborn that man is.

With a knock, a lady doctor entered inside the room. She looked in her late 20's. Her long blonde hair falling down her shoulder, making her look like some very sophisticated lady. She was beautiful and I was kind of dieing jealousy. Her eyes were as shiny as Damien's. She was another version of women he would love to date. Maybe he should break up with Melissa and go out with this doc.

"Damien." She said.

Huh! why is she calling him by his first name?

"Sarah, I need to go." Said Damien, stern with his words.

"No can do that."

"It's not like I'm gonna listen so let me go without any complications."

"Your health is in serious danger, Damien. You need a relax, a mental relax...-" Without listening to her words, Damien stormed out of the room. I gave her a sorry look and followed him outside, soon Chris and Ethan also followed.

Damien was walking fast out of the hospital. It was as if he never got admitted in the hospital.

"Where the fuck is my car?" He shouted once we went out.

Ok I know he's sick but not mentally, right? So why does he behave like a mental nut case here.

"I'll drop you." Stated Chris, just trying to help.

"No need when I'm here." Said Ethan and went to grab his car.

Ethan came with his car and we got in. I bid goodbye to Chris before getting in.

He looked sad that Damien didn't approach his help. They have serious problems with this innocent man.

Once Ethan dropped us home, he went to his work. Damien went to his room but before ordered me to make him a cup of coffee. I poured a glass of warm milk in another class and went to give him in the room. First I gave him the milk with medicine but as he put all of the 4 medicines in his mouth, he instead of taking the warm milk from my hand, took the coffee cup and gulped the medicine. Who in their right mind eats medicines with coffee?

I was just about to leave when he asked me, "Can you give me a head massage?"

I was stunned, never really expect great Damien to ask for anyone's help. Much less mine.

I kind of smiled and went to him. I put my small hands on his big forehead. He instantly relaxed and closed his eyes. He put his head back on the bed and I stood there massaging it. Moments later, he was out. His soft snores were echoing around the room. I pulled my hands away from his forehead and covered him with a duvet and then proceeded to leave the room. But he stopped me by holding my hand.

His eyes were now opened as he murmured, "stay."

I didn't know what does 'stay' means so I just stood there, dumb but then he asked me to hop on bed and massage him more. He was mumbling all of this in his sleep. My hands were now tired but I agreed.

As time passed by, I was still massaging him. He touched my hand and stopped me but as the scene went on, he pulled my body toward him, laying me on top of him.

His eyes snapped open and we stared at eachother. I put my hand on his shoulder to hold myself if not then my face would crash right into his.

The next sentence he said was truly unbelievable, I wouldn't expect those words coming out of his mouth in million of years, "You're such a heaven, so fucking gorgeous. " His voice was a bear whisper. It felt like he didn't want to say it but betraying his own self, he murmured those words.

I blushed at the comment and my eyes moved to his nose, then his lips and all over his face. Can I tell him he is beautiful too? Nah! that will just boost his manly ego.

"Did you kiss that boy?" He asked. I assume he is talking about Greyson.

"No." I don't even know why I replied to his dumb question.

"Have you ever been kissed by any boy?"

Though his question was very private and I don't want to share my personal life with him, I found myself answering to his question, "No."

There was a little smile of satisfaction on his face, "Good,"

"You're mine, kitten, only mine."

And with that his lips clashed on mine. I was stunned for a moment until his lips started moving against mine. His breath tasted minty. I didn't know what to do. I tried to push him a little, to get myself away from him but his arms sneaked around my waist not letting me go.

What's wrong with him.

He has a fiance.

He turned us around with his lips still on mine. Now he was on top, taking control of full situation. His lips now were moving fast against mine. I again tried to push him away but had no effect on him.

Leaving my lips he then attacked my neck and left small kisses there. He put his face there and his breath on my neck was making me shiver with goosebumps.

"Damien," I whispered. And then I heard soft snores. The great Damien Knight was sleeping on top of me and he is so heavy I can't even move.

....

I woke up to a hand caressing my face or so I felt it. The feeling was gone as fast as it appeared. I opened my eyes and the deep blue ocean eyes were staring at me. I felt happy wave staring into them cause they are truly like ocean, so memorizing. I found myself getting lost in them, and in peace.

His breath was directly on my face and let me tell you there was no morning breath. His breath smelled like aftershave and minty toothpaste. Did he get up to do morning routine and got into bed again? lol. My body was so sore from last night, having to carry all of his weight at me.

"Why are you in my room, Miss Smith?"

His morning voice was so touching.

Is there any imperfection in this man? I didn't say a word at the fear of my morning breath. Ew! Disgusting.

He moved away a little and sat up on the bed while I was still lying. As he moved, the duvet that was covering us both, moved from my body, leaving me without it. My shirt was a little up so my stomach and my belly button was showing.

He turned around to look at me for the answer as to why am I here and then his eyes glued to my belly. His hand was coming forward to touch it but before he could, I flinched back and hurriedly got up from the bed, running to my room. Everything was unclear in my head. It was still 6 in the morning, I hopped on my bed to get one more hour sleep.