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Damien 89.

I was not in support of what Isabella was doing but I knew that it was for her own good. I knew what it feels like to obsess over someone especially if that someone turned out to be a monster. The two of us had fallen asleep on the couch snuggled against each other.

We both woke up to a blushing maid shyly peering down at our sleeping form. She was probably waiting to clean up the living room.

"How long have you been watching?" I asked with a humorous smile.

"I just came in sir," She answered with a small courtesy but her face was red with blush.

"Like what you see?" I asked enjoying her torment. She shook her head, then her eyes widened in fear and she quickly nodded.

"Damien, stop messing with her and let her do her work," Isabella hit me softly on the shoulder. "Sorry about that," She kindly told the young lady.

We both walked up the stairs and entered the bedroom. My bedroom.

"I want us to stay in one room together, I can't stand you sleeping in a separate room, it's t