chapter 8

"Ha ha ha. You are funny," I fake a laugh as I go with the flow. 

    "Anyway," I took a deep breath as I smile. "My question would be... God, it is so cold," my body quivered once more. 

    "I told you to sit on top of me. Common, hop in now," Lord Damon fixed his sitting position as he tapped his thigh motioning me to sit on top of it. I gave a reassuring look but he counted. 

    "One, two... if this counting goes to four. Not only you will sit on my thigh but you will also sit on my cock with no lube," he threatened me. Seriousness is audible in his voice. 

    Knowing Lord Damon, he is not that joker. I perceived him as joking for words to make you laugh but he is dead ass serious about his actions. A persistent one to be exact. 

    "Okay, okay. F-Fine," I stood up and crossed my arms first before heading to his area. A wide grin crept through his face.

    Before my bum could touch with his thigh, I made a sign of the cross to somehow protect me from his evil side. 

    "Dear Lord, Dear God, please help me," closing my eyes as I began to pray.

    "The fuck is wrong with you, Keatton?" Lord Damon laughed.

    "I'm just making sure that I will just sit on you--" Lord Damon cut me off,

    "Oh so you would sit on me. Nice," Lord Damon gave a mirthless laugh. 

    "See?" I rolled my eyes in the air. "Don't be so lighthearted. I'm just kidding," he held my hips and guided all the way, down to his thigh.

    "Come on. Sit now. I'm still your boss," he said while showing his perfect set of teeth.

    "Remember? Your grades?" My head went from up and down abruptly as I hear the word grades. 

    "Good. Now sit and let's talk," as I sat on his thigh I can't help but to feel his crotch poking to my hole.

    Lord Damon bit his lower lip. I just put on a mask and pretended that I did not feel anything. 

    "Promise me that you won't be irked nor irate by my questions," I said.

    He raised his palm to the air like he was on court promising that he would tell the truth and nothing but the truth.

    "I promised, Mademoiselle," he winked at me. I felt my cheeks heating and before he could even notice it, I looked down and pretended that I'm looking at my foot. 

    "You have my word so start asking now, Morgan," he said while giving the back of his neck a massage, revealing his hairy armpits. I gulped. 

    "S-So, first and foremost, Lord Damon," I felt like we're in a crime scene. "Why me?" He threaded a hand to his finger.

    "What do you mean when you asked 'why me'?" I can't help but to sniff his aromatic smell. 

    "Be specific, Keatton. There are lots of answers to your question," Lord Damon batted his lashes. 

    "Okay so, uhm... this will be awkward," I fanned myself as sweat formed on my forehead. 

    "What I mean is, why me? Why would you do these types of things to me? I'm literally lost with how you perceived me," I asked as my heart began to skip a beat. 

    "Why you?" He repeated. "I choose you because... yeah, I just did," I can feel Lord Damon slowly thrusting his hips.

    "Please be specific, Lord Damon. Because there are lots of reasons why you did that to me," he looked away.

    "There are things that I can not explain to you right now, Keatton," he said while looking heavenward. "You're too young to handle such a thing," he said.

    "But I want to know?" I said.

    "You better not... for now. Proceed to the next question," he hugged me tightly. My eyes rolled at him. 

    "Okay, are you gay?" He laughed. "Do I look gay to you? I'm damn fucking straight," I raised a brow.

    "Then why did you do those things to me?" I squint my eyes. "Because I want to! Okay?" He raised a voice at me. I jolted.

    "O-Okay," irate is visible in his face. We both looked away from each other. He let out a heavy sigh after he pushed me hard causing me to stumble on the floor.

    "Ouch!" My eyes shut in pure pain as I held my back. "Ngghhhhhhh," I rolled my back on the floor to somehow find a spot at my back to balance the pain. 

    "You're being nosy, slut!" Lord Damon then kicked my ribs. "What's with the mood change?" I managed to ask while I grimaced in pain. 

    "That's none of your business!" He stomped his foot once more in my face. "I think I should kill you now," he said.

    "You're crazy!" Somehow, with full force, I managed to push his foot away from my face. He laughed. 

    "I need to go home," I turned my back away from him as I walk all the way to the door. I didn't hear anything coming from him. My eyes glued to the corner of his cabinet where my clothes are perfectly folded. 

    My hands reached for them and wore it fast. "I've had enough of you, Damon," I said while I faced him.

    "Let's stop this for real," he chuckled. "What about your grades, huh?" He said while crossing his arms. 

    "Well, suck it up. I will never step on your building again," anger accumulated my system. "This would be the last time that we will see each other again," I fixed my composure.

    Glancing at him one more time, Lord Damon's hand clenched into a fist. "You can't shake me, again. I am not tied with anyone by any means," I was about to leave him when he yelled at me. 

    "Do you really think you can escape me?" His blaring voice echoed the room.

    "Watch me," I said with full confidence as I turned my back on him. To my surprise, the door wasn't locked right after I twist the nob.

    A triumphant smile plastered on my lips. "Ciao, Adios," I said while walking away from his room. As the door started to close after I made it out. I squealed and scream.

    "Finally!" But my happiness did not last long as embarrassment invaded my momentum. "Keatton, why were you shouting," Clarissa approached while she shook her head. 

    "I-I'm s-sorry, Clarissa," I smiled apologetically.

    "No biggies, I guess your scheduled time has already ended, right?" She asked while eyeing at mee from head to foot. "Y-Yeah," I smiled sheepishly and gave him a peace sign. 

    "And oh! By the way, Keatton. Before I forgot," she swallowed hard.

    "There's this hunky, beefy, and a good-looking guy searching for you," Clarissa giggled as he started to waggled her lips. 

    "R-Really? Who could that be?" I bet Clarissa is pertaining to Dominick. No one in the company knew who I really was except Dr. Karsyn. She slapped my arms lightly. 

    "You're so secretive!" Oh! I guess Clarissa already knew. I laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of my neck.

    "Since you knew it then might as well spill some tea to you," Her eyes gleamed in amusement.

    "I am his b--," Clarissa then cut me off.

    "Your brother!" She sharply squeaked that made me cover my ears. I could feel that my eardrums are about to explode.