Dressed in a tight black pants and long sleeved black shirt, Carla walked down the street to flag down a taxi when Damien's car pulled over right in front of her and the window rolled down to reveal his dark face.
"I told you to wait for me at home." He sized her up but she made a small bow instead.
"Good morning Sir." She wasn't smiling.
"Get in." He wasn't smiling either and turned back to look at the screen of his phone.
Carla went towards the front seat, ignoring the driver's shake of head.
"Don't tempt me Carla." Damien warned, still not looking up from his phone screen.
Looking away to give him an eye roll, she turned over and opened the door to the back seat before sitting inside but she made sure to sit extremely far from where he was seated.
"I don't like you in black." He broke the silence in the car.
Carla whipped her head towards him but he still had his undivided attention to the screen and she took that opportunity to glare.
"Take a stop at the mall, let's get her something else to wear." It was obvious he was speaking to the driver who nodded instantly.
"What!?" Carla yelled in shock.
"No! What!? No. I won't accept it! I like my outfit and this is what I am going to wear." She tightened her fist, her face was red with anger but it didn't stop her from clenching her thighs close like it would stop him from touching her if he wanted to.
When Damien looked at her closed thigh, he scoffed then went back to his screen.
Carla caught the eyes of the driver through the rearview mirror and the man shook his head at her. He was advising her to retract her steps but she was too angry to care. All she wanted was her normal life.
"I mean, I appreciate you wanting to match your outfit with mine but this isn't your style."
'What the fuck! This damned narcissist!' Carla yelled in her head when he caught her eyes and gave her a wry smile.
"Should I still go to the mall, Sir?" The driver asked and one look from Damien shut him up.
"Don't go!" Carla responded when she saw Damien's look and Damien chuckled before placing his whole focus on her.
"I like the fact that you are taking your role as my woman seriously…"
Carla felt like her brain got frozen and she could only blink at the maniac in front of her. His ego could give her a nosebleed.
"...but you would still have to do as I say." He smiled at her and she almost vomited blood.
"Sir, I…"
"We would need to work on that. I am Damien till you find a suitable pet name for me." He raised his brows at her as if to ask her if they were clear on that matter.
The driver started coughing and Carla's mouth hung open. 'Who is this man?'
"I still don't want to get changed." Carla said stubbornly.
"Okay." He shrugged but the driver kept driving.
Carla, who knew her effort to protest after this would only go down the drain, folded her hands across her chest and looked out of the window.
"Your things have been moved into my office, you are officially my P.A." He announced and she frowned, taking a moment to process his words.
'He is probably talking to someone else.' She thought in her head and continued staring at the buildings passing so fast that it became a blur.
"I'd give the list of things to do when we get to my office after we are done with the mall." He continued and Carla's heart dropped to her stomach. He was definitely talking to her.
"What?" This time, she turned her head to face him so slowly that she felt like she was slowed down by time itself.
"With all due respect, Sir. You have…"
"We are here." He opened the door and got down, leaving her blinking at his stinking audacity with her words hanging in the air uncompleted and begging to be finished.
She refused to bulge after he opened the door for her to get down. She didn't anticipate his next line of action, so she yelled and drummed on his back in frustration when he carried her like a sack of potatoes across his shoulder.
"Keep it up and get a video of yourself all over the internet." He had warned and she calmed down after seeing the numerous eyes looking in their direction.
She cursed him in her head till they got to the VIP section. It turned out that he was the boss and owner of the mall but she was too angry to care or get impressed. He placed her down and personally picked out the gown he thought was fitted for her before bringing it to her.
"Go in and have a change." He stretched his hand out to her and she looked at the seductively white gown with a scrunched up nose.
"I'm not very patient Carla." Damien warned when she was still seated like she wasn't the one he was talking to.
"I said I won't change my outfit!" She barked at him and heard gasps from the manager and his subordinates who were there to serve Damien but Carla only shut her eyes to their shocked face.
"Let's get you changed then." He threw the cloth to the manager and jerked her up again ignoring her screams.
"Put me down Sir!" She hit his back repeatedly but when she saw the different expressions from his subordinates, she truly got embarrassed.
"Put me down Damien! I promise. I PROMISE I WILL WEAR IT!" She shouted with all her might the instant he pushed the door to the dressing room open and he paused before letting her down.
"Good." He patted her hair like she was some kind of pet dog and she didn't bother trying to avoid it.
"Give her the dress." He ordered his manager without turning around to face him.
He had two of his fingers rubbing the space in-between her brows. "Try not to frown too hard, it's bad for your pretty face." He sounded drunk.
She could have guessed he was drunk in love but he acted too much like a psychopath. 'Fuck you!' Carla yelled in her head and snatched the cloth off the manager's hand scaring the poor man.