Damien is making pancakes.He's in the kitchen, moving around with a cookbook in his hand. He turns around to see me perching myself on the counter."Good morning." He says as he passes an apple. "That should keep the doctor away."I bite on the apple, wallowing in confusion. "Aren't you late for work?""Work can wait." He smiles. "I have to make breakfast for my wife.""I can't remember the last time we sat down to have breakfast together." I frown. "Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?""Dani, I missed you. And I can't stand not talking to you." He gets closer. "Now open your mouth for me."He gives me a bite of the pancake. It's perfect. But not as perfect as his eyes when they watch me as I savour and swallow. "Delicious!" I comment."Not as delicious as your lips."My heart skips a beat as he takes a step closer. He stands between my legs, his intense eyes trailing down to my lips. He runs his fingers through my hair. Softly. Just how I like it. His fingers trail down f
I sink back on the swivel and cross my hands."Come again.""I want you to make Wendy forgive me." Brandon repeats. "And I would appreciate it if you did that as soon as today.""Oh." I smirk. "There's a deadline.""People work well under pressure." He smiles. "Especially you. You knew I was about to kick you out and move in with Wendy so you got yourself a billionaire. That was brilliant.""Thankyou." I sigh. "And why would I help you win back your girlfriend?""You are the one that made her leave. You are the one that made her humiliate me infront of everyone. You are the one that ruined our relationship. If it wasn't for you, she would still be with me. Now you have to fix it.""You did that all by yourself, babe." I lean on the desk, staring at his brown eyes as I toy with a pen."You ruined that relationship with your lousy lies. Sooner or later, Wendy was going to find out you were sleeping with me. I don't know how you were able to convince her that our sèx life is dead. We we
DAMIENStrange things...Strange things have been happening. Strange things keep happening. Strange things that I'm starting to hate. Strange things that all have to do with Dani.Strange things like sneaking into Dani's room to check up on her. Make sure she's sleeping in the right position. Make sure her head is set in a comfortable position on the pillow. Make sure she's switched off the lights. It's become a habit. A habit that went a little too far last night. I ran my fingers through her soft hair. It felt so good. I didn't want to stop. Fùcking hell. I sound like some creep...Strange things like bringing her lunch to her office every day. A strange habit I enjoy a little too much. I could find someone to drop lunch at her office but I still choose to do it myself. I should be mad at her. I shouldn't be dropping lunch at her office.Strange things like clenching my jaw when I saw Brandon leave her office a few hours ago. I don't know why Dani still entertains that prick. He dec
DANIVanessa Giovanni is our new neighbour.She's all dressed up in a sleeveless maroon dress and some nice heels. She even put tonnes of makeup on her face for a simple dinner with her neighbours. A dinner that wasn't even planned. This was the surprise she texted about earlier. A surprise dinner.Vanessa pours herself some wine as she stares at us with a small smile stuck on her face. The pizza smells nice but it might be poisoned. After everything Camille told me, I don't think I'll ever put a single thing Vanessa gives me into my mouth. She's a dangerous woman. A woman that can't be trusted. And I should stay away from her. But how am I supposed to do that when she's my neighbour?"I like the neighbourhood." She says. "It's nice and chill and quiet. And the weather is amazing. Perfect place to take perfect pictures. It's honestly one of the reasons we bought the house."The only reason she bought the house is to be closer to Damien. Leo can afford to buy any house in any town. But
Damien pours himself some more wine, torturing me with suspense. He takes a few sips silently, as if picking the right words."Damien, say something.""I've never told this to anyone." He sighs. "I know it sounds insane. Impossible, even. That's why I've kept it to myself all these years. Plus, who makes such crazy accusations against their own mother who got into an accident that threw her into a coma that lasted for almost a year? An accident that broke her spine and nailed her to the wheelchair? Who would even believe me?""I would." I blurt out. "Try me."Silence stretches for a moment, his face beaming for a second before the frown forms again. He takes another sip before he finally sighs and clears his throat."You've met my mother." He starts. "Camille Hunt is a fierce fireball. A go-getter. The kind of woman who grabs what she wants. She will mop a desert and fùck a cactus if that's what it takes to get what she wants. That's how she built her booming Company. That's how she b
Damien steps back.He's breathless. His face is flushed. He runs his fingers through his hair, making a mess of it. He can't look me in the eye."Sorry I'm drunk." He mutters.For some strange reason, that breaks my heart a little. I wish he didn't blame the wine. I wish that he wanted to do it. I wish he could slam those wet full lips on mine. Fùck my hormones. I blame the baby."It's fine." I smile. "It's just the wine.""Exactly." He says with a nervous laugh.He grabs the bottle of wine and is about to pour some more in his glass when I stop him."Enough drinking." I say gently. "Maybe we should finish clearing the table and do the dishes. We have a lot of catching up to do.""That sounds fun." He smiles.We finish clearing the table and dump all the dishes in the sink. I turn on the tap as he throws the boxes of pizza in the bin."Throwing the pizza in the bin?" I fake a gasp. "Not very neighbourly of you.""Tell me I'm not the only one who thinks she poisoned the pizza." He says
Lana is stuffing a handful of crisps in her mouth and chewing them loudly.I brought a bunch of snacks with me and a big bottle of wine. Lorenzo dropped me here a couple of minutes ago. Damien wanted to drive me but he was drunk. And for the past thirteen minutes, I've just been watching Lana stuffing snacks in her mouth and filling up her glass of wine.But I don't stop her. She clearly needs the snacks and wine. It's obvious she's been crying. Her eyes are all sad and swollen. Her face is red and puffy. Her hair is shaggy. That black t-shirt looks like it's been stuck on her skin for the past one week. She's a fùcking mess. But her livingroom is an even bigger mess. Dirty dishes and half cigarettes on the table. Dirty cups of coffee sitting on the couch. Bottles of wine scattered on the floor."I'm sorry." Lana says. "I said some horrible things the last time you were here. And I'm so so so sorry.""I'm sorry for the horrible things I said too. Bestfriends don't talk to their bestf
The house is spotlessly clean.When I was dead asleep, Lana was busy scrubbing floors and dusting the house and arranging the books in the shelf and clearing the table and cleaning the couches. The mega mess is gone and I feel like I just woke up in a different house.I walk into the kitchen and find Lana pouring herself some coffee. She clearly had a shower. Her red hair is tossed up in a bun and she's wearing a huge poloshirt with some denim shorts. She looks gorgeous. My best friend is finally back to life."Stop staring at me like some creep." "You look hot. Can you blame me?""Actually." She smiles. "Yes, I blame you. You are the reason I stopped crying over that mediocre man. You are the reason I got out of a funk and decided to get my life together. You are the reason I had a nice little shower and cleaned my house. So yes, you are to blame.""That's the sweetest speech." I smile. "You were born to be a writer.""I agree." She rolls her eyes and pours me some coffee. "I made s