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

DELILAH

Sitting on the posh black leather couch did little to lessen my growing boredom. It’s more than two hours I was sitting here and if I know better, even waiting for Damien, despite knowing he had more important things to handle than entertain me.

The large window settled in one corner of the room reaching the floor, making the entire city visible in such miniature details. It felt like looking down in a land of lilliput as was in Gulliver’s Travel.

I almost laughed at my notion, but couldn’t help admiring the view. A large mahogany desk was settled along with bookshelves hanging on the walls and stacked with business books which surely would go above my head if I try to read them.

The pristine and perfect look of the office made me feel as if no one had ever visited here. Every nook and corner was neat and clean.

Even there wasn’t any high noise or chaos in the entire building despite there, as I felt, more than ten to twenty thousand employees working there.

I fiddled with my fingers, not knowing why I had even come here.

Because Grandma wanted that and Damien didn’t deny it.

I didn’t know why did he comply her words the first time. If he would have denied then I wouldn’t be here. Getting enough of the boredom I stood up and walked towards the door. Maybe I should just take a little walk outside.

I gripped the knob to open it when someone opened it from the other side and I stumbled almost falling if he hadn’t grabbed me. I felt pressed against the familiar solid figure and the familiar perfume, spicy and citrusy.

“Careful, Lilah.” Unknowingly a shiver flooded my being every time he called me the nickname. I disentangled myself from him and stood a little back.

“Yeah, I was just…” I pushed the tiny hair, over my face, behind my ears, and looked up at him. I could never get bored looking at him, and the liquid black in those eyes especially. Something terrifying yet so soothing.

He walked inside and I found his assistant wasn’t present with him anymore. He opened his suit button and shrugged it off. And I was met with a Damien in a crisp white shirt, with the above two buttons unbuttoned.

“What were you doing?” I walked back to the couch and settled in there. Something about being alone with him inside the office behind closed doors felt too overwhelming.

“I was just… sitting.” Yeah and daydreaming about you. But I didn’t say that. It’s embarrassing already. He hummed and I saw him flexing his back and letting out a groan.

“Are you alright?” I saw his face twisted in pain as he massaged his shoulders. Discomfort and distress were visible. I felt the sudden care and worry surging in me.

“Yeah, just some shoulder ache.” It wasn’t as casual as he said and I had the tiniest doubt that it might be because of sleeping on the couch at night. It’s too small for his entire figure but who listened when I asked him so many times to let me sleep there. It wasn’t too small for me.

“Would you like some coffee?” He opened his eyes and I saw tiredness and exhaustion coating his vision. He wasn’t getting enough sleep and I felt the guilt again. It was because of me.

“Please. Can you?” I tried to oversee the fact that it was the first time he had used the word please near to me and that too, saying to me. I nodded at him and began to walk out of his office.

“It’s at the end of this corridor.” Which I guessed is the coffee maker.

••••••

I grabbed the coffee I made to walk back to his office. It’s never in my forte before to make black coffee, yet he seemed to like the one I make. And it would be a lie if that little truth didn’t make my heart hop like a bunny.

“Who are you?” I looked up from the coffee and found a young lady, in her regular office attire; a grey knee-length skirt with a white sleeveless blouse.

“I was just preparing the coffee.” I gave her a little smile seeing the frown edged on her features. She was beautiful. She scanned me from top to bottom before folding her hands over her chest.

“That's not some office attire and neither is this a coffee shop. So why are you preparing that?” She looked at the cup I was stirring, raising her eyebrows.

“I’m not an employee… I’m j-“ She raised her palm stopping me. “You're an imposter?” My eyes widened at her words.

“Oh no. I came here with Damien.” And this time her eyeliner-cladded eyes widened, startled.

“You're speaking on with the first name. Could you care to tell me who are you?”

“I'm his….” Fake-girlfriend? Friend? Were we even that? Maybe. “friend.” She nodded but there was still uncertainty in her eyes. Was I too dull to be a friend? She didn’t say anything and helped herself with a cup of coffee of her own.

Not to sound rude, I spoke to her before leaving. “I’m done. It was good to meet you.” She rolled her eyes at me completely ignoring so I just excused myself. Maybe she wasn’t in the mood to talk.

Walking back to his cabin, I had almost lost the track. Despite in the same floor, I got confused until I found the familiar cabin door with the nameplate.

CEO

DAMIEN BLACK

I opened the door and walked inside with the coffee. He looked up from the laptop screen while I handed him the cup. Bringing it up to his lips, he took a sip and I could see the contentment on his face. The former sharp, and twisted features relaxed as he took sip after sip.

“Your coffee does some magic.” And I wouldn’t lie that it made my cheeks scarlet. I didn’t know why I feel so good seeing him happy. Maybe I know but I was too chicken to walk on that path.