HIS OBSESSION

Chapter Nine

"You talk too much..." Damon said with a smirk. I was stunned. This guy had ignored me for the past hour and when he finally spoke, this was what he could say?! I was completely speechless.

"I talk too much?! Well, you act dumb, you know. Anyone who sees you like this would think that you don't talk at all." I scolded. I was a bit angry at him but one part of me was looking for a way to start a conversation with him. I didn't mind if it was an argument. Anything is better than nothing at all.

As if reading my mind, he motioned for me to come closer to him. This gesture of his caught me unawares and I was too shocked to even refuse. I did it again but he didn't take his eyes off his monitor screen.

'What does this man want again?' I thought to myself as I complained inside. I raised a brow and frowned at the idea, before turning my face away, pretending not to see him. Getting closer to this man than I already was, is one thing I don't want to do or picture myself doing.

Not getting any immediate response from me, Damon took his eyes off the monitor screen and gave me a deadly scowl. One that made me feel the deadliness of this man. I was so scared that I wasn't aware of how my body got up. Guess it was just as scared as I was that it didn't wait for me to give it a command before standing up.

I slowly and shyly shot up from the chair I sat on, holding my left arm with my hand to cover my posterior and using my left hand to drag the gown down a dragging an attempt to block my underwear from showing... although what I was wearing was underwear itself. I walked to his side and stood there, my face constantly flushing red. I felt extremely embarrassed standing in front of him with my goodies almost exposed.

This was like giving a man I barely know a ticket to a cinema show. It was a man I despised for that matter. I caught his eyes sizing me up and I bit my lip with regret. This was so wrong, and I wasn't comfortable with this at all. The way his eyes feasted on my body, made my skin tingle and I began having goosebumps.

'I shouldn't have said anything before. It pays to be quiet. Now, look at what I've gotten myself into.' I complained in her mind. I began to scold myself. Suddenly, Damon's eyes met mine and I was stunned that I moved my eyes away from his. This caused him to smile and took my hand, which was grabbing the lower part of my gown, and pulled me closer.

It happened so fast and I was so shocked that before I realized what I was doing, I found myself sitting on his thighs. I gulped hard and slowly tried to stand up but I could feel his strong arm wrapped around my abdomen stopping me from getting up.

My face was completely red now and I wanted to struggle out of his arms, but Damon noticed it.

"Relax Mia," he said. His voice sounded strong and calm at the same time. I stopped struggling but I didn't want to accept my fate like that with Damon. I was speechless and my face was fully red now. I used my arm to cover my slightly exposed boobs and cleavage under the lingerie. This all felt wrong to me, sitting half naked on a man whom I barely knew lap. I kept fidgeting and I wasn't feeling emotionally okay.

However, just for no reason, I felt comfortable on this man's lap. It was a good feeling. It was like... like... I was being protected by an Angel. No way, I can't allow myself to succumb to these unholy feelings. I didn't have a thing for Damon, but my body felt extremely comfortable when sitting on his lap.

"I... can't. I can't do this..." I muttered to myself. Damon heard what I said and just smirked.

"You have no choice, sweetheart," he replied in a flirtatious way. It felt creepy to my mind my body seemed to be attached. My heart was beating faster and faster as I gulped hard at what was happening.

There was no way I would ever like a guy who has killed someone before. Damon was a mafia don, a killer, and a criminal. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have any kind of association with Damon, but here I am, sitting on his thighs wearing just lingerie. The worst part is that my body was getting comfortable with it. It didn't feel good in any way.

I could feel his warm breath blowing on the back of my neck, making me have a weird sensation. 'What's this feeling? What's this sensation on my body?' I thought to myself. It all felt completely wrong. Why was I getting comfortable with the man who practically abducted me? I was helpless and remained completely motionless. However, my mind was racing badly.

Damon's warm breath blew against my neck, his muscular arm wrapped around my abdomen, and his chest, which my back pressed against. They were all... tempting. If Damon wasn't who he was, no woman wouldn't want to date him.

I began to have regrets when I suddenly remembered my Grandmother. I wonder how she's doing? I really miss my Grandma. I miss my house, I miss my job, although it didn't pay too much, I miss my life before that day.' I lamented to myself as a teardrop formed in my eyes.

Remembering that I was in Italy, thousands of miles away from my home, just added to my sadness. Damon on the other hand didn't seem to notice anything but was indebted, just kept typing on his computer.

All sorts of feelings circulated inside my mind and soul, making me immersed in my misery until I heard and saw the front door of Damon's office swing open. My heart began beating faster than it already was as this startled both Damon and me, and we both turned our attention to the person who was standing behind the door.

"Damon my love, I'm home." She screeched.