I stood in the living room as I waited for the bipolar monster to come back. If I was not the reason behind his awful wound, I wouldn't have bothered myself with it due to his mood swings. Rather die in pain? go ahead then.

'Always finding a way to talk with men,' as if it's any of his business. Evil inner me is happy right now, I think I served him right by mistakenly pouring hot coffee on his cuts. If I cannot hurt him mentally than so be it physically. By the way words hurt deeper though. Not that I will dare to hurt him with intention but that fool deserves it sometimes.

Ugh!

See, what you are making out of me, Damien.

He came back in the living room. Without giving me a glance, he marched towards his room.

He can never not act careless, can he?

Him and his stubborn ass!

I took deep breaths, calming myself. Should I let it be now then? He will know once the hand gets infected. But I can't let it be either. I don't know my conscience won't let me beside I could feel the pain in my heart at his rotten hand.

I grabbed the first aid and went to his room. I knocked but as usual he never replies and later has the guts to say I am mannerless.

As I got in, there, he stood in his glory. Naked. Thankfully not fully naked. He still had his pants on. My jaw dropped down. His muscular back was facing me. Going constantly gym did it wonders to him. At the moment, I was craving for him to turn around so I could see if he went from six to eight packs.

Just turn around, Damien. I pouted.

I mentally slapped myself for behaving like a fan girl. Hold yourself together, Winnie. Remember what you came here to do, and then leave like a good girl. And do not forget you're already in a relationship.

Xander.

Yep! I can see his packs.

But I still somewhat wanted to see his front body although I have seen it numerous times.

One more time won't hurt.

Maybe he isn't aware of my presence in the room but I knocked and he has ears and he must have heard the door opening but he still wasn't turning. Why must you make everything difficult for me, Damien?

I just stood there arguing with my ownself on how to let him know about my presence here which I doubt he isn't aware.

Just then my eyes dropped down to his bottom and I blushed red. I never really checked out his bum before. Now looking at it, I think he has tiny yet round and cute bum. The type I would love to spank. Spank, just for fun. Don't get me in a wrong sense. But I can't believe with that face he got this type of bum. What a shame! I was expecting a little denser maybe.

I laughed out loud at my thoughts grabbing his attention.

"If you're done eye raping me behind my back, Miss Smith, can you enlighten me why must you enter everytime without knocking?"

Wait, what?

Can he repeat all of it again!

"You seriously need to get your ears cleaned, Mr Knight, cause I knocked." I started.

"And I wasn't eye raping you. What nonsense are you on about." I claimed, a little bit angry.

"I could sue you for your pervert behaviour, Miss Smith, weren't your eyes stuck on bottom few minutes ago."

Excuse me?

"Pervert? Am I a pervert? Look who's talking." I exclaimed.

He finally turned around and the first thing I could stare at was his abs of course. I counted as fast and bam, were they eight. I literally just wanted to run to him and trace my fingers all over those packs.

Aren't you really behaving like a desperate pervert, Winnie? My mind mocked. True his words, eh!

"I just came here for your hands." I muttered as I took my eyes away from his abs, roaming them around his room being able to make an eye contact.

"I don't need your help." He stated.

I swear he might be the most difficult person on earth to deal with. It's not like I'm doing anything to hurt him, I'm just here to help but no, he won't seek my help because the great Damien never needs anyone's help. He thinks he is capable of doing eveything on his own. But not really! It's just his ego that doesn't let him.

His arrogance made a pact with him that they don't need no help. But in real every human needs help. And Damien does not only require my help with his hand but he is also in the need of seeking help mentally.

Because he is as sick as it gets.

"Yes, you do." I said.

"Leave," I wish I had the guts to leave him to die alone in pain. When it will hurt too much then only he will realize.

"Stop being so stubborn for once."

I am beyond annoyed. And I can act equal stubborn.

I don't even know why I'm still here. I cannot see anyone in pain perhaps that's why.

"It's not like you care so just leave." He said.

"I wish I didn't care because maybe if I didn't, I wouldn't be here now." I replied in a low voice. There is this attraction that always brings me back to him.

Without uttering a word, he took steps closer towards me.

Every steps he takes further towards me, I take one back until eventually my back hit the wall. Great, the wall always has to come in the middle. The first aid that I was holding dropped down on the floor. I found myself stuck between him and wall; there was no escape.

Few more steps closer and he was right on my face. I inhaled in his scent. This time, it was different. A different deodorant perhaps. Mental note to myself, I have to go through all of his bodysprays; perfumes and deodorants. Because their fragrance are extraordinary, like a breath of fresh air. They really hit me different.

"What perfume is that?" I casually asked.

Maybe I could give that as a present to Xander so he would wear it too and then I could inhale it without any guilt.

"Why? Do you wanna buy the same for one of your little boyfriends." His tone was aggressively darker.

"How did you figure it out?" Although I think that taunt was just an assumption but it was true so I played along.

"Don't test me, Miss Smith." He said loud and clear.

Test him on what?

Ignoring every other thing I decided I should focus on what I came here to do.

"I just came here for your hand. Please let me take care of it." I almost pleaded. I rolled my eyes at myself. Look at me begging him to let me take care of himself. How reckless can he get.

"How about you take care of something else, Miss Smith."

I looked up, making an eye contact.

I gulped at how intimidating he looked at that moment. But yet luscious. A mysterious beauty. If only I could read what he hides under those blue alluring orbs.

I was so lost in the moment, just comprehending his outer beauty that I didn't notice his face way more close to mine. I blinked back and forth as I felt his lips over mine.

Oh no!

It was just a lip to lip kiss as he didn't move for about few minutes. I felt as if he was taking my permission first before taking it further. How very considerate of you, Damien.

Just to my luck, I had the urge to wet my lips right at that moment. My action was sudden before I could stop it. I instantly regret wetting my lips as he took it as an invitation. Straight away he forced my mouth to open up as he pushed his tongue in.

The kiss was very gentle. A long, tender, trembling kiss. He sweetly made love to my mouth making me yearning for more.

I, inadvertently put my hands on his hair. The soft smooth texture of his hair made me play with it. I digged my hand in, playing with it. The act made him moan in my mouth. I knew he was enjoying it so I didn't stop.

And my lips started moving simultaneously, micking his actions. I felt the happiness feeling inside my gut also the blood rushing to my cheeks. I won't lie, I was enjoying that moment to the fullest otherwise I would have stopped him right there.

"So fucking irresistible," He muttered as he bit my lower lip not to hard but strong enough to give me enigmatic feeling.

I arched my head more towards the wall letting Damien take control. He picked me up from the ground and I rapidly wrapped my legs around his lower body. He took my hands in his and move them up above our heads, his both palms perfectly molded into mine. His rough palms against my soft ones made me gave me uncomfortable feeling however one was bit more rougher.

Just then I remembered what I came here for; the hand. And what I ended up doing. A regretful kiss.

He broke the kiss just to dip his head on my neck. I moaned and flinched at those butterfly sloppy kisses he was leaving on my neck. I bend my neck towards the other shoulder, stretching it; giving him more area to continue the torture, which was more of a pleasure for me.

"Winnie,

Winnie,

Winnie,"

Said a little voice startling us. Damien lose his grip, dropping me on the ground.

"Oakley,"

I said recognizing that voice.

How come she is here at this time of the night?

"Is that her?" He asked me.

"Winnie," I heard her shouting again.

"Oakley, be careful and stop making noise. She must be sleeping. I told you, this is not the time to barg into someone's home." And that was Chris for sure.

I glanced towards Damien at Chris' voice, his face turned straight and hard as stone. Like he wasn't expecting it and he would rather this not be reality.

But the big thing is, I know Chris has keys. I don't know how but he does. And if Damien doesn't know and later he finds it out then I'm not sure what will happen to poor Chris.

"But me see Winnie, daddy." Oh little child.

I gathered myself, fixing my hair to get out. I don't know if Damien will come along considering the enmity between them. But I need to serve the guests.

I left the stunned yet angry Damien in his room and stepped out. I went to the living room where Oakley was protesting and crying, claiming that she wanna meet me and Chris was soothing her.

"Well hi there, little Oakley." I greeted.

She came running to me, hugged my legs. I bend down on her level and picked her up. She wrapped her little arms around my neck.

"Me want to see you and Damien." She said.

Damien? I suppose no. But I don't want to break her little heart.

"Daddy not allow me to meet you and I miss you so much."

"I missed you too, angel." I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Where Damien?" She questioned.

"He is sleeping, Oakley." Said Chris in a stern tone.

"No, Me see Damien." And the stubborn child wiggled out of my hold as she ran towards Damien's room. Me and Chris followed, shaking our heads.

"He's sleeping, Oakley." Commented Chris.

But Oakley doesn't listen to no one. As she opened the knob, me and Chris hissed in horror. She went in while we stood outside as a statue, dumb not really knowing what to do. I don't want Damien to treat her like last time.

She is a little kid for god sake.

"Papi," Came her voice from inside.

I really don't wanna go inside and find her beside emotionless Damien. Why does he not held no regards for the little child. I don't even know what's their story in the first place but treating a little kid so harshly is vicious.

I looked at Chris and he was as helpless as me. But one of us has to go in and bring Oakley out and I'm sure sending Chris won't be the brightest idea.

I sighed and went in. To my utter disbelief, there they were; sitting on the couch. Looking like a carbon copy of eachother. Oakley was sitting on his lap as she murmured something in his ear while Damien nodded his head in yes, paying all of his attention to her.

And oh my god, he looked so gentle. Even the way he was holding her; very tenderly. As if one wrong move and Oakley will be hurt.

Someone needs to pinch me. If this is true, then it might be the most precious moment ever.

My heart exploded with sudden happiness at those two.

I stood astounded, awestruck at both of them. I noticed Damien's eyes were glisery, he was blinking back the tears.

Despite the fact, how cold he is as a person I knew at that moment that he will be a great father one day. But isn't he already a father?

To her?

Is she really his?

So many of unanswered questions. I never get the opportunity to ask. Hopefully next time.

Chris also came and just like me he was shocked to see both of them acting like buddies. Chris looked beyond happy at the scene infront, like he couldn't ask for more.

"Daddy," Oakley said, noticing our presence.

She got out of Damien's laps. The smile and all happy expression that he had while he was holding her were all gone in seconds. His face turned straight and cold as he scowled at Chris in anger.

"Damien boo boo." She told Chris in her baby language.

Oh no!

Chris of course didn't understand her. So she took Chris towards Damien.

She made Damien show his bruised hand to Chris. She also asked Chris to kiss away Damien's boo just like he does to hers so the pain goes away. I mentally laughed at her innocence.

"That look blasted." Chris commented.

He took Damien's hand in his but Damien jerked it away. Of course not wanting Chris' help.

"Damien, daddy help you for boo boo. It go away and you no hurt." Is that 2 year old more smarter than him. For sure.

She grabbed his hand again and gave it to Chris. This time Damien didn't jerk it away and Chris had a quick deep look.

"Did you put cold compress in it?" Chris asked but Damien stayed silent.

"I asked him to but he never listens." I answered.

Chris nodded at me, "Can you bring it to me? And do you have any antibiotic ointment?"

"Yeah sure."

I went back to the living room, grabbed the cold compress but I couldn't find the first aid. Didn't I leave it here? I looked around everywhere but didn't find. Then it clicked me I took it to his room where I had to put it on before the kiss happened. Thinking about the kiss, I felt the blood rushing to my cheek.

I went back and it was right where I dropped; on the floor. I picked it up and gave it to Chris along with the cold compress.

I stood there in case Chris needed anything more. Me and Oakley in the same position. We watched as Chris put cold compress on Damien's boo boo. Even though he wasn't crying but Oakley was soothing him, telling him that if he behaves like a good boy, she will reward him with all of her candies. And if the candies are not enough for him than Chris will buy him more. The fact that Damien was even listening to her carefully as if she's giving lifetime advices really shocked me.

I think it's only due to her that he is letting Chris take care of his boo boo otherwise he wouldn't even let the poor Chris hang around his mighty self.

When he put the ointment on the infected area, Damien hissed in pain. Finally, some emotions. It's not like I want him to hurt but if something is hurting you then it's fine to express it. He is not made of stones. We are all humans, we won't judge.

"I think it's better to leave it opened. Let the wound breath." He said to Damien.

Damien glared at him conveying with eyes, I dont need your opinion if Oakley wasn't here I would have shoved down your opinion up to your ass.

Ah, Oakley come to the rescue.

"Damien, you are a big boy. Everyone loves you." Said Oakley to Damien when Chris was done with his hand. She gave him a kiss on the hand beside the wound.

"Daddy give Damien a kissy too." I chuckled.

Just imagining Chris giving a kiss to Damien itself is too funny. I don't know what my reaction would be if it happens in real.

Oakley brought Damien's hand closer towards Chris' mouth. I waited for Damien to pull back his hand in anger but he didn't. As Oakley shoved the hand on Chris lips; which didn't move for a kiss. I laughed out loud, earning a glare from Damien, he seemed mad but also helpless. If there is someone who can pull Damien down to earth; its definitely Oakley.

Though Chris didn't really leave a kiss on his hand but in Oakleys world it was a kiss.

She clapped her hands, showing how happy she was that Damien's boo boo got treated.

"Daddy me hungry." Said Oakley.

"Did you not have dinner yet?" Asked Damien in a very concerned voice. I didn't know until now that this side of him existed.

"Me, you, daddy and Winnie eat together." I hope that doesn't turn up to a new disaster.

"Winnie, me and you make everyone dinner?" She suggested.

And to think I was supposed to jump on bed long ago.

Here we go.