Carla just stepped into her apartment with her daughter who is still dressed in her school uniform and is about to shut the door when a strong but slender male hand stops her from closing it.
Jumpy from the mental stress she had been forced to experience, Carla shoved her daughter behind her and backed away when a strong powerful leg in black shiny shoe and extremely well-ironed black trouser poked it way into her apartment.
When he peered inside, Carla almost had a heart attack from meeting his blue eyes. His eyes scanned her face, then every inch of her body making her toe curl.
"Can I come in?" He had asked like he wasn't already halfway in.
"No." Carla shook her head nervously and vehemently, she wasn't ready for another round of pressure and confusion.
She almost cursed at him when he welcomed himself fully into the small sitting room. Carla instinctively pressed the little Anna behind her even closer to her.
She glared at Damien's non-smiling face, he was tall and his presence in her small apartment suddenly made it suffocating.
"Carla…"
"What do you want?" Her voice was dipped in hatred, her eyes flashed as she stepped backward.
He looked around again with a disapproving look on his face and Carla wished she had the ability to punch him on the face.
"So this is where you live?" He asked again, shoving his hands into his pocket and inviting himself to sit on the chair with his legs crossed like he owned the place.
"You shouldn't be here, Sir." This time she quickly brought Anna forward and made her face her before pressing Anna's face into her legs to avoid Damien noticing her facial feature.
"You took a sudden break off work." Damien trained his eyes, scanning her face and body again for any possible clue.
He noted her tired look but aside that, there was nothing wrong.
"Let's talk." He placed his legs firmly on the floor this time and clasped his hand before him.
"There is nothing to talk about in my apartment Sir, if you want to talk with me, you would have to wait till my break is over." Carla had mustered all the courage she could get at that moment.
Damien gave a mean smile before glaring at her. When he made to stand, Carla unconsciously tightened her grip on Anna's back.
"Mummy!" Anna whimpered and Carla, who became aware of her actions, bent to Anna's level and held her shoulder before cajoling her to go into the room and lie on the bed.
"Mummy will be back soon, okay?" Carla had managed a stiff smile with Damien's eyes watching her every move.
"Hello Baby?" Damien called out to Anna but Carla gripped her shoulders tighter when she tried to turn to stare at him.
Shaking her head slowly, she led Anna into the bedroom, locked the door behind her before walking boldly towards Damien.
She didn't need to walk towards him, he was on his feet in seconds and just two strides brought him right in front of her. Without wasting much time, he grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him, still maintaining eye contact.
"What happened?" Damien's voice turned breathy when he felt her soft body against his and Carla didn't bother fighting back.
"Nothing." Was her bland response, the look in her eyes, was dead too.
"You took a break with an excuse for your health." He mentioned and placed a hand on her forehead but it was warm like it should and he frowned.
"I did." She responded robotically, still peering at him.
"Are you trying to avoid me?" He asked this time, bending his forehead towards hers.
"You flatter yourself." She retorted and struggled out of his hold.
"I don't know what you want, but I know you shouldn't be here. Please leave." She pointed towards the door with the other hand on her hip while she bit her inner cheeks.
Damien merely chuckled and sat back down on the couch that looked so out of place with his statue.
"You don't get to send me away, Sweet." He called and Carla lost her cool.
"Don't you call me that! I am Carla and not somebody you can just pop out of the blue and claim to own." She had her eyes wide in anger and her cheeks puffed up but Damien just gave her an amusing look and bursted into a fit of laughter with his shoulders shaking.
"You look agitated." He commented.
"I am agitated and I swear to you Sir, I would love to try the idea of sticking a knife into your heart if you agitate me further." Carla didn't know where the courage came from but she was already at her limit and only wanted to rest and do nothing else.
"Interesting." Damien mumbled before striding towards her.
She backed away with a heaving chest till her back touched the wall, trapping herself in-between his hands.
When he brought his lips to her neck, she looked away and shut her eyes tightly as his lips touched her neck before his teeth proceeded to nibble her ear lobe. "I would love to see you try that out, Sweet." He sounded sexy but at this moment, Carla wanted nothing but to be left alone.
She could hear the smile in his voice and it made her feel nauseated. She desperately wanted to shove an arm into his mouth and shut him up forever but instead, she had bits of tears in her eyes.
"I know your apartment now." He placed his hands on her waist and she felt violated, clenching her teeth to avoid spitting on his face.
"You'd have to get back to work tomorrow, you don't look too bad and there is really nothing wrong with you except the fact that you are trying to avoid me." At this, Carla bursted into tears without warning and when she looked at him, he only had his brows raised subtly.
"You don't get to tell me what to do!" She poked his chest with her index finger but he held it still and brought it to his lips before sucking on it and making her breath hitch.
"You'd have to get back to work tomorrow, Babe." He held her face in his hands, wiped the tears off her cheek using his thumbs before kissing her nose.
"If I wait till mid-day without seeing you, I'd come here to get you and if I don't see you here, I swear I'd track you down." He smiled and her lips dropped open.
"I would love to see your daughter when next I come." Carla glared at him and wanted to yell to his face that there was no next time but he drew in at that moment and covered her lips with his own, sucking her lower lips gently before pushing his tongue in to have a taste on her mouth, he didn't mind that she didn't respond.
"Leave." She croaked and covered her lips.
He kissed her forehead instead and walked towards the door only for the door to be pushed open from outside to reveal Rhy's face.
Carla's eyes widened and she screamed silently into her hands when Damien paused with a frown on his face as he stared questioningly at Rhy and Rhy stared back at him, his lips moving slowly as he chewed on a gum.
The tension became palpable in the air and when Damien looked her way, she averted her eyes to the door of her bedroom. She was uncomfortable and awkward, and suddenly she didn't know what to do with her hands. It was at that moment that the bedroom door opened and Anna rushed out, causing Carla to freeze for a bit before rushing in but it was too late.