Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (primary phonics .TXT) 📕

DELILAH

“Mmm…” I almost moaned into the blueberry pies she made. It was absolute delicious. The juicy food inside my mouth felt like heaven. I took another bite praising her cooking skills.

“Grandma, I really need to get this pie recipe.” She chuckled as I saw her pale skin wrinkled ear her eyes.

“Sure, honey. Next cooking lesson will be on that. “ I grin at her, giving a jerky nod. I munched into the food, feeling the freshness on my taste buds.

My cooking skills weren’t bad but tasting food made from someone else's hands felt different, fresh and absolute delicious and better if that someone was grandma.

I heard the tapping of shoes and my eyes went to the staircase view across the living room. Damien was in his office suit and looking as fresh as a new leaf. Armani suit, watch, his favorite phone and emotionless mask.

There was a little stubble grazing his face as he ran his fingers through them walking down. I didn’t even know before now that I actually do like that on him way too much. It’s just add more sex-appeal to him.

I averted my eyes from him and concentrated on my food. I shouldn’t ogle him like that but he sure was a feast to every pairs of eyes. I sipped my coffee, relishing on it’s taste when I heard his footsteps near and I felt a slight press of his lips over my cheeks and before I could comprehend, it’s gone.

Relax, Delilah.

Just acting. Nothing else.

He scraped the chair beside me and settled on it. I could already feel the heat rising on my cheeks.

“Good Morning, Grams.” His deep voice was near to me and I had to clutch the fork tighter to stop the feeling surging inside.

Not now, Delilah.

“Good Morning.” Grandma smiled at him and served the food. “These many items…” Surprise was clearly visible in his voice which made Grandma almost roll her eyes.

“It's not that much.” She pushed up her glasses, and I could still see her looking above it. “I will be visiting Sandra today, we have decided to visit her farmhouse and the orphanage.” She looked over at us and by her expression I could say she was questioning our façade. Oh No.

I quickly grabbed his hand and put some more slices of bacon. “You should have more.” I tried to keep the smile as much intact as I could and maybe he got that and nodded.

I looked above my lashes at Grandma and she sure was satisfied with the little display. “So, I wouldn’t be here and I thought Delilah shouldn’t spend the day all along. So, you can take her with you to the office.” I almost choked hearing her.

What! To his office? It’s already so dangerous under the same roof and she was talking about office. “Sure, Grams.”

“But, Gran-“ He grabbed my thighs under his palms giving a squeeze which made me gulp down my words. Goosebumps scattered my skin at the contact and I could feel him removing his hand before placing them softly again, and this time in a little caress.

What the hell would I do there? He didn’t even let me object and I couldn’t after I saw the smiling grazing on her lips. “Let me grab the files.” Damien stood up and walked towards his home-office.

I was left with Grandma alone and I tried to mirror the excitement glistening in her blue eyes.

“You gonna enjoy there, sweetie. And I know you wouldn’t let him drown too much into the work to forget about his lunch today.” She was so excited and I couldn’t help but admire how much she loved him.

I never had a mother, or a grandmother so it was foreign to me all the love she was showering on him and even on me. And I almost forget that this would soon come to an end when she would know, we lied to her. All these were a façade. And nothing else.

“Thank you for loving him, honey.” And that word just made the guilt ever more overbearing. I didn’t even know the meaning of that word and ever feeling or expressing them was a far away concept for me.

I just nodded at her and waited for Damien.

••••••••••

Let’s just say, I almost broke my neck to look up at the gigantic building stood in front of me. Staying in the Rhinestone House, it was unable for me to interact with the outside world.

I tempted to count the number of floors but then I felt Damien intertwining our fingers and walking towards the building.

Did we have to pretend here also?

I didn’t question him that, perhaps I was liking the façade way too much. The kisses, hand holding and romantic gestures, despite knowing were just acts I couldn’t help myself wishing them to be true.

Oh No.

I took a deep breath before following him inside. The white tiled-floor shone under our feet as we took long strides towards a elevator. Well, that would be his because my steps couldn’t match his.

I heard the chairs scraping aside before the employers stood and greeted him which he only responded with a nod.

The pristine, picture-perfect view of the employers in white-crisp shirts and fancy suits for men and women somehow made my skirt and blouse attire feel low making me realise how different our worlds were.

Why did he even considered ever to help me? There wasn’t anything which linked us both. No similarity.

I saw the elevator open and Damien pulled me in inside along with him. It was a private elevator I supposed since everyone else were using a different one.

I saw a guy around my age with a tablet clutched to his chest, glasses settled over his nose giving somewhat a nerdy vibes but cute one. His eyes were solely fixed on the screen before he took a small tiny notebook type out from his pant pocket and he scribbled there something.