Yesterday I got in without Damien knowing, I don't think he even got back till that time.

And today is Sunday, I guess he is staying in. He didn't even wake up to go to jog. Don't know if he came back at all or not but for the safe side I'm gonna cook for him too.

"Babe why did you wake up so early?" Wait. Why do I hear barbie's voice.

I sneaked out to look Damien sitting on the dining table all showered and dressed up but Melissa on the other hand looked not so good, unfreshened and was wearing a crop top with just an underwear.

Erm did they have a night together?

I don't know why but just thinking about it punched my heart, I feel bad and sad.

I continued cooking the breakfast. Well I was almost done and I haven't cooked for 3 so looks like barbie needs to make her own breakfast or stay hungry. Her choice.

I took our plates out and without greeting them morning, I put the plate infront of Damien with his mug of coffee.

"You," She pointed her fingers at me, glaring at me, shocked at my presence in her fiance's home.

"How are you here?" She roared up.

Decided to enlighten her with the fact I said, "I live here."

Now her accusing eyes turned to Damien as she almost growled at him, "What the fuck is this." She cursed. God woman calm down.

"I don't have to answer you, Melissa." Said Damien maintaining his calm.

Guess with Damien, she can't argue back. When noticed the other plate in my hand, "I'm not eating those carbs." She said. Ugh here we go again.

"It's not even for you, Melissa darling." I gave her a fake smile.

"Babe, are you gonna eat that? She will make you fat." She uttered pouting towards the pancakes on Damien's plate. I bursted in laughter imagining Damien all fat.

I than decided to leave the two toxic to argument with themselves and went to my room. Don't wanna sit with those toxic people it will ruin my whole day.

I rang to Xander to wake him up cause he asked me to as he has a photoshoot later. I called him like 10 times before he finally woke up.

"Princess." His voice was huskier due to all the sleep.

"You're such a heavy sleeper." I told him as I took a bite of my pancake.

"Morning to you too." He said in a very sleepy tone..

"Can you sneak out during daytime today?" He asked, sounding like really hoping me to agree.

"I don't know, Xander." I answered honestly.

"Please,"

"Ok. I'll try." I said and than made him cut the call as he was getting late.

I sat inside my room not really doing anything. I could hear all of the nonsense ranting of Melissa from the living room. How can Damien has patience to tolerate all of that? I wonder.

Should I go and ask him if I can go outside? What if he snaps at me. I am not in a mood to hear one of his rude comments.

I sat inside my room for hours and hours until I heard the barbie leaving. I thanked god and stepped outside the room. The living room was a total mess and I know Damien enough to know that he didn't do it. What a messy barbie.

"Would you clean my room." Said Damien blankly.

Only God can teach him on how to add please with his sentences.

"Please," I heard a whisper and I almost collapsed on the floor. Did he just say what I think he did?

Unbelievable.

That was really it to brighten up my mood a little. I went to his room to tidy it up. I was imagining a bunch of condoms here and there but thank god it was nothing like that. Just barbie left her bra and panties in his toilet and there was too much water on the floor. It's my everyday work so I know it's the Barbie who did this cause the way Damien use bathroom is like you'll never think someone ever stepped in it. He is very much hygienic but unlucky him got a very unhygenic fiance.

I grabbed those panties from my toes and discarded them. Now I need to wash my toes too. I did the same with her bra and mopped the bathroom clean. I also changed his bed sheet and the duvet, I also sprayed another perfume inside the room so the toxic smell of barbie is gone. I just wanted every trance of that barbie gone from this room. I was done in like an hour, I took a long shower cleaning myself up and decided to enter the kitchen. Lunch time.

Damien was in the kitchen peeking through every bowl in the fridge to see if there was something to eat? I smiled at him cause he looked like a lost child just trying to look for a food his ma cooked but can't find any.

"What do you want for lunch than?" I asked in a loud tone.

He turned around and took a look at me, he eyes stuck on my face for a minute or half before breaking out of it and murmuring, "Lasagne." He said. Firgured it.

"Sure. Give me an hour please meanwhile I'll make you a fruit salad?" I asked, unsure.

"Ok." He muttered. Ok? Wow. First time when he is not making the situation difficult for me.

I made him a bowl of fruit salad fast and served him but of course being a picky person he is, he had to make it difficult for me, "I don't eat apples." Now who sounds like a bratty moody teenager sitting on the dining table.

"Apple is the main ingredient in the fruit salad." I pointed out. Well atleast for me. An apple a day, keeps the doctor away. Cliche truth.

"I don't eat that so take it out." Ugh! How am I supposed to take small pieces of apple out of there. Insane.

"My chicken is burning." Although it wasn't. I randomly came up with it so he will leave me alone and fight the hatred he has with apples on his own.

I prepared lasagne as fast as I could and I don't think I did my best here. Today I wasn't really in the mood. I noticed he was looking excited and bit happy today, I mean not his rude self like always.

"Are you not going to eat?" He questioned as I served him.

"I'm not hungry." I shrugged. He took a deep breathe in, his expression changed from excitement to blank. What got in his pants now. Don't care.

"Sit and eat." He commanded. I narrowed my eyes at his too much bossy time. Who is he to order me around on what should I do.

"I don't feel like eating." I told him, with gritted teeth.

"Sit down." He said in such a tone that made me sit down.

And than my hunger suddenly appeared, I helped myself with a full plate and damn was it so yummy.

Just than my phone buzzed very loudly. I gulped in the food and looked at Damiens direction to check whether he noticed and his eyes were already glaring draggers on my phone. I put it aside away from his eyes.

And it buzzed again. And again. Until it started ringing.

"You seem to be having a very urgent call, Miss Smith." He said, while taking bites of his lasagne. From his looks it seemed like he was aware of what I'm doing behind his back and he is just searching for right time to evaporate on me.

I decided to pick it up and play him, "Hi,"

"Princess-"

"How many times do I have to tell you I ain't interested in any internet service. Will you kindly not disturb me again." I pretended and cut the call.

Lucky for me Xander got the idea and didn't call back again. I feel a little bad cause maybe he is waiting somewhere for me and I can't go.

After doing the dishes and cleaning the table I went back to my room and messaged Xander that I won't be available today. I didn't get any reply so he must have gotten sad. Ugh. I would love to go as I'm totally bored in here but my situation is worst.

Well at this time nothing sounded better than a nap so I switched off the lights and drifted into sweet nap.

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