Next morning I was feeling very well. Damien had helped me alot last night, I couldn't thank enough. Honestly after last night my heart starts beating more for him if it makes sense. I think I might not dislike him anymore unless he taunts me about yesterday.

I made him and myself breakfast. I waited for him in the dining table to come so we can eat together. The Almighty boss wasn't really wearing any shirt on his upper body, and only short in the lower body. I stared at his very fit frame, quite jealous. His chest is in such a shape have me drooling.

"Excuse me, do you not see a lady is living with you. Please wear a shirt." I saw his lips twitched into a smirk for a second or two.

Than he arrogantly looked towards me, "Are you worried you'll be all over me, Winnie?"

"In your dreams," Hah!

"You're not coming today." He announced. And my heart exploded with happiness.

But I had to act it up so I asked giving him worried expression, "Why?"

"You can relax today." Great.

"And you're going, right?" I asked, just to confirm it. If he's going that means I'm gonna have a Damien free day. Oh! How much I look forward towards it.

"You can take off for a week or two till whenever your sickness is finished." He said as if he will pay me on my rest days.

"Don't worry about the payment." He answered my unspoken thoughts.

"Really?" I than pinched myself to see if I'm dreaming. Is Damien really having a pity on me.

But wait did he call periods a sickness? I chocked on my tea with laughter. Does he not know periods are normal and the pain with it is normal but I guess I'll take what he gives and he gives holidays due to sickness. I think we all should get off for our periods days. This is no less then a sickness.

"Thanks. And I'm really sorry for ruining your car seat." I almost regretted bringing that up.

Now here you go, Winnie. Hear him moan and curse you about it and as well as listen to his threats.

"Don't worry about that." He gently said.

Ok.

What is really happening.

I was all puzzled up that I couldn't even finish my food anymore.

...

I heard a child voice coming through the door, someone entering the penthouse.

Chris along with Oakley appeared in front of me. Oakley looked quite angry whilst Chris tried to calm down. That little angry bird. But wait, how did they even get in here.

"Hi, Winnie." He greeted me and I smiled back.

"Well look who we have here, little Oakley, how are you?" I said in a baby tone but that child held some grudge against me.

"If you don't mind, can I ask you a favour?" Chris asked.

"Go ahead but mind telling me how you entered here?" I asked, curious.

How can he enter? What if someone else enter? Am I not safe up here.

"I know the password." Wow! Isn't he Damiens enemy or something.

"Can you babysit her for 2 days?" My answer would have straight came no but when I saw his pleading eyes and her innocent childish yet angry face, I couldn't help but agree.

"I have to go for this project in Spain. And this little miss won't stay with any babysitter, it was her command that she should stay with you." I mean last time I check she seems to hate my guts but nevermind.

I smiled at him nervously, I don't know how to take care of kids honestly. Chris gave me a a bag full of her clothes and all other necessary stuff. As he left, I noticed the tears forming in her eyes. Even though she acts brave and big, she's still a little kid and it's not nice when you're left with strangers. I can understand her mind in deep ways.

I made her sit on the top of the table and soothed her. Moments later she came on my lap, put her face on my chest as she hiccuped complaining how her daddy is always busy.

When she was alright, I took her to my room and got all of her toys out. She was playing with her kitchen toys, pretending to make fake food then giving me to eat. It was fun to play along and pretend there is a tea in the cup and the fake little pizza is real. Well welcome to the kids world, so much innocence in it. Later she played with her barbies while I cleaned my wardrobe.

"Winnie Rose Smith," Three words shook me up to the core. The very voice of Damien coming through the walls.

I turned around to check Oakley but she wasnt where I left her at.

Then I heard her loud voice from outside, "Hello stupid idiot, no shouting." I'm gone.

Damien looked in pure rage and Oakley well her anger was also on her little face. I looked through both of them and noticed Oakley really really looks like a childhood version of Damien in a girl form.

"You," Damien pointed at me. "In my room now." He said, gritting his teeth as he almost dragged me to his room.

"Who the fuck is she?" He roared.

"Can she stay with us. Chris had some important work to do, couldn't leave his daughter all alone." I explained.

"Chris?" He said in a low tone.

"His daughter." I answered. For the slightest second I saw some great emotions going through his face, he stiffened but soon he covered them up and put his hand on his forehead, messaging it.

"Leave," he commanded and I left.

"I know her." Said Oakley as soon as I went out.

"Huh!"

"The boy." She answered, tapping her cheeks.

"It's him not her." I corrected her.

"I think I seen it." I didn't say anything back, really awkward.

"He's the bad guy in your story?" I laughed at her question. So Damien is really a villain in my life, isnt he? How ironic, there was a time I wanted him to be my superhero.

"He's what you call a monster." I shouldn't have said that but as soon as she bursted out in laughter, I smiled. Well atleast she's starting to like me.

"Monwter," she muttered and I heard some not very good noise coming from her stomach. God this little child is starving.

"Let's get you to the kitchen." I picked her up and sat her down on the kitchen table. I decided to cut her an apple for now till I prepare us all dinner.

As I gave her the apples her face scrunched up to disgust and she muttered, "I don't like apples." I gasped at the revelation.

Damien isn't fond of apples either but maybe that's her just saying out of her childiness. I mean not every kid likes to eat every fruit. But then again their eyes and all the features are so similar, their temper and the bipolar personality disorder.

I took the apples back and gave her a banana which she ate happily. She was fasten alseep on kitchen counter.

Its fantasizing how kids can sleep anywhere, not giving a crap what's happening or where they are. Well that's the fun of childhood isn't it? Not thinking about the real word. I also want to go back in time and never grow up. I laid her down on my bed covering her with duvet. I pecked her forehead. She's really cute.

As I went out, Damien was peeking out of his room, as soon as his met mine, he grabbed my hand, pulled me inside before slamming the door shut.

"What the fuck is that?" He shouted.

I decided to play dumb, "What?"

"My house isn't a fucking child care." He dangerously came closer to me as I took few steps backward.

I stuck with a wall behind and him infront, caging me under his arms. Why am I always in a situation like this with him.

His eyes looked at my lips and at that moment I couldn't help but bite my lip. Is he going to kiss me? He didnt move any inch closer. I don't know why but I was really craving for a kiss. Its pathetic, but his kisses are so intoxicating, a drug for me which I'm getting addicted to.

He brought his face closer, "Why are you like this?" He muttered to himself, which I didn't answer.

I'm sure what came next will always leave me as a whore in his eyes, but I didn't really care. I brought my face more close until our lips were only centimetres apart.

I stared into his eyes with longingly, telling him what I want through.

"Do you want me to kiss you, Winnie?" I just nodded.

Perhaps its really piteous, the way he treats me and I still want the kiss. But I feel like a princess when he kisses me.

"Say it," He quietly demanded.

"Huh."

"What do you want, Winnie?" He questioned, parting his face away a little.

"Kiss," I only said.

"Repeat after me.

I want you to kiss me, Damien." He whispered into my ears, leaving a kiss there, making me shiver.

It took me a whole minute to process it and say it, "I want you to kiss me, Damien." I repeated but with fear. Fear of rejection. What if he doesnt give what I want right now, for the rest of the years I have with him, will make sure to degrade me with it.

At that moment I really felt like a hoe. I dont want the kiss anymore. Tears slipped my eyes and I came back into reality where he's just a monster.

He looked at me and wiped my tears, cupping my face with his big rough hands that I'm sure are bigger then my face.

He softly smashed his lips on mine. "It feels so fucking good to hear my name from you."

He picked me up while his lips still stuck to mine, but not moving. It was just in a peck. He let us on the bed with him on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

And then he kissed me like no tomorrow, I played with his hair and also putting pressure on his face so it sticks upto me more possible. I'd be lieing if I say I didn't like it. I love every part of it. He really made me feel like I'm loved, loved by him perhaps. I forgot all my miseries and enjoyed all of it.

I kissed him back with the same passion. I also wanted him to feel some emotion from the kiss. I moved my tongue, inside his mouth and he let me took control. I invaded his mouth with my tongue, reaching every corner of it before he took my tongue between his teeth now sucking on it.

"You'll be the end of me." He groaned in between the kiss, biting my lips, taking control once again.

"What is happening here?" A small voice said, as Damien jerked away from me. Little Oakley stood, rubbing her eyes.

I was sure I was a mess and so was he. I have ruined his perfect hair style but he still looked so perfectly beautiful.

"I know you." She pointed towards Damien.

"Damien Pappy." She gasped as she remembered.

"Where are you gone always?" Her voice cracked up as she ran towards him, hugged his legs and gave him her arms to pick her up. But Damien stood there frozen, shocked and so was I.