Chapter 4

“You seem delighted to see me, wife.” Damien’s hand moved to cup Maya's cheek, leaving her stunned for words.

“W - wife?” she stuttered, her sapphire eyes round in astonishment. 

He didn't respond to her question. Instead he raked his eyes all over her body, taking it all in. 

He traced his finger on the freckles scattered all over her face like breadcrumbs, then moved to her full pink lips. 

A gasp escaped her lips when his hand snaked around her thin waist and with his free hand he felt her wide hips.

She made a startled yelp when she felt his hand cupping her butt.

‘What the? He did not just do that to me!’’ Maya said to herself.

While Damien was still smiling, a slap caught him off guard, sending him flying through the open door.

“How dare you touch me!” Maya quickly grabbed a white towel from the towel rack and tied it around her body. 

Dmaine cupped his red cheeks, his gray eyes wide in disbelief. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?” 

Maya's rage simmered below the surface waiting to let out and she let it out. 

“Oh. Who the hell am I?” She rolled her damp brown hair in a messy bun. “I am your wife, you perverted son of a bitch!”

Damien was stunned for words. 

“Perverted what? You're the one in my room!”

“Well, your mother said I should stay here!” 

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, princess.” Damien couldn't help but grin at her.

“I'm not called the black sheep of the family for not,” Maya's chest rose and fell as she raged on.

“If anything you're the one with an attitude! Quite a husband you are for not showing up to your own wedding.” He took slow strides towards her and grabbed her throat. 

“Shut your mouth. You don't know anything.” 

What she did next surprised him. Her fingers circle around his throat and she smiled. 

“I wish you the same, husband.”

Damien was alarmed by her bravery. No one dared him nor did what she did. A wave of excitement rushed through him as he let go of her and her, him. He was loving this new wife of his.

As they shared dinner in the dining room, Maya couldn't help but notice Damien staring at her. 

“The food is on the plate and not my face,” she reminded him as she sliced through the beefsteak on her plate.

Damien snorted a laugh. 

“Wow. That's the most impressive thing I've seen all day. Who needs to cover world hunger when Maya can successfully keep food on her face?” 

Maya dropped her fork and pushed back her chair. 

“I can't do this anymore.”

Damien was taken aback by her action. 

“Hey, come back here.” 

Maya ignored him and went to their bedroom upstairs. What he got as a reply was a loud slam of the door. He turned to his mother with a frown on his face. 

“You see?”

Luna Rosella hid a chuckle with her kerchief. 

“I think you two will go along pretty well.”

Damien ran his hand through his hair. 

“I doubt it.” 

A week later, 

Maya joined Slade Enterprises as Damien's secretary. Even at work, those two couldn't keep their claws to themselves. 

“It's a copying machine. It's literally in the name. How dumb are you?” Damien slammed his fist on the desk. 

“Oh really? We're playing crazy now. Good job, Mr. President.” Maya threw the A1 papers in the air and they scattered to the floor

“Jesus Christ! Freya!” Damien pinched the skin between his brows.

Maya glanced at the ice watch on her wrist. 

“It's noon. See you after lunch break, Mr. President.”

“Get back here, Freya!” Damien barked angrily.

Maya faked a gasp then she grinned at him. 

“When you get your attitude in check then and only then can you talk to me. This is an office not a zoo, sweetheart. Ciao.”

“Aargh!” Damien scattered the items on his desk. 

The PR Executives he had asked to meet with him stood frozen at the door, all five of them unsure of what to do. 

He turned around to find them gawking at the floor. 

“Get out! All of you!”

“We're sorry, sir.” All of them ran out of the office.

He walked over to his desk and collapsed on it, massaging his throbbing temples. 

A light knock on the door grabbed his attention and he looked up, thinking it was Freya. Turns out it wasn't her.

A sigh escaped his lips and he leaned back on his reclining chair. Asher whistled softly. 

“Woah. Did the cat drag himself in here?”

“You mean herself?” Damien rolled his eyes. Asher laughed when he understood Damien's joke. 

He walked over to Damien's desk and pushed the black button.

“I need the janitor in the president’s office ASAP.” 

Damien exhales again, this time he was seething with rage.

“Just calm down. Freya is new to these things.” Asher passed a brown folder over to Damien. 

Damien dropped the folder on his desk and pointed at the scattered papers on the floor. 

“New?” 

Asher let out a nervous laugh. “Well…”

The janitors entered after a brief knock and he rose to his feet, instructing them on what to do.

After their cleaning, Asher dismissed them and turned to Damien who stood by the glass window with a glass of wine in hand.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Just look at her, eating that sandwich like she doesn't care.” Damien said with a hiss.

Asher couldn't help but laugh. 

“What is your problem with this girl, dude?”

He came up beside Damien and looked through the window. Downstairs in the company garden, Freya sat in one of the booths with her work colleagues. 

“Well, she's just eating lunch. Let her be.” Asher patted his shoulder.

“Sometimes, I wonder if you're my best friend or my enemy.” Damien downed the wine in one gulp and turned away from the window but Asher lingered. 

He squinted his eyes as he watched Freya eat. The way she threw her head back when she laughed and the way she twirled her spoon in her shake. It all came back to him.

“You know what, D? I've gotta run. I'll be right back.” He said, walking towards the door.

“If you're heading to the cafe, grab me a burger.” Damien told him.

“Sure thing.” He shut the door behind him and ran for the elevator. 

He was quick to get in before the workers filled it.

The door chimed and parted and he didn't waste a second to exit. The digital clock on the wall read 12 : 51. Lunch break was almost over. 

His heart raced in his chest as he ran towards the company's garden.

There was only one person he knew that used a spoon to drink her protein shake, laugh with her head thrown back, and hates the secretary position.

As he entered, her laughter filled the air. He walked straight to her table and instantly froze.

She looked up at him and smiled. 

“Oh, hello there. How may I help you?”

Asher's pupils dilated. That dimpled smile, those delicate hands clutching her flask, they were his back in college. This wasn't Freya. This was Maya.