Who's she
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Precious instinctively turned to the voice. For a moment she forgot how to breathe.
'f**k?' she muttered as she stared at this demi-god because for sure he wasn't human.
"Damien, who's she?" he asked, his eyes fixed on her.
"Hi! My name's Precious," she responded instead.
'Wow!' her inner mind screamed. 'He definitely fell from heaven.'
"Okay, hi Precious," he responded awkwardly, his gaze darting from Damien to her.
"Is she your..." he stopped mid-sentence using his hands to demonstrate.
Precious stared at the two men confused, but in an instant it clicked. She responded before Damien could get a word out.
"No, no, no! We're definitely not dating. I mean I'm totally single and I don't even know him, we just met and he... he brought me here to..."
'Oh girl, shut up! Stop talking before you embarrass us.' her inner mind screamed and she immediately stopped talking.
"You should get my point right?" she asked, just to be sure.
"Of course he does," Damien replied instead. "He's well aware you're not my type and can never match my spec," he added.
Precious raised her brow at him. "Well, Ego-maniac. I think you already said that before, no need to repeat it to make yourself feel better."
"What!" Damien scoffed. "You think you're my kind of girl and I'm denying it?"
Precious just casually folded her arms. "You said it yourself."
"Okay, hold it there. You're not my kind of girl and can never be! Get it into your head that you can never measure up!" he said, his tone a bit angrier now.
Precious only scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night... Damien."
Damien's fist tightened; he was trying to hold himself back from doing anything stupid. No one had ever challenged him... or dared to, now a nineteen-year-old was speaking to him like he was worthless.
"Just so you know, Damien," shee started, "You're not my type. I dislike arrogant, rude and proud men like you with daddy issues."
Damien's fist tightened even more. "I do not have daddy issues."
Precious only smirked. "So you do have then," she said.
"Okay, guys. Please stop!" Seb finally intervened. "Damien, who is she?" he asked.
"Just some random girl I picked up," he faced his brother now. "I found her in my warehouse."
"Huh.. long story short, he brought me to kill me." she cut in."
Seb casted his brother a confusing glare.
"She talks too much," Damien replied his glare. "Do me a favour, Seb. Tell Maria to make something for her to eat," he said, glancing at Precious for a sec. "I might actually kill her with my bare hands if I stay here any second longer," he whispered to his brother's ear.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said to Precious and quickly headed upstairs.
"Wait! What? I thought you said..." Precious trailed off, seeing he didn't act like she was talking to him.
"I'd advise you don't upset him any more," Seb finally spoke to her.
Precious paused for a sec. Now that the annoying monster was gone, this guy's voice was insanely good. The kind that didn't even need to do anything to make his woman wet.
"Okay girl, stop," her mind screamed at her.
"Hi," Seb greeted.
"Hi," she replied quickly, avoiding his gaze. She had thought Damien's grey eyes were cute but this guy standing right here, his brown eyes were making her knees weaker. The kind where she needed to hold on to something so y'all wouldn't fall.
"I'm Sebastian, Damien's brother." He introduced himself properly.
"Oh, you're his brother?" she asked, shocked. This two didn't seem like brothers at all. They were completely two different people. He was calm, nice; from his attitude so far and wasn't cold at all compared to Damien.
"Yes, we're brothers." he answered calmly.
"Wow. You two are completely two different people," she said.
"Yeah," he replied with a smile. It wasn't obvious but she saw it.
"So you're like the younger one?" she asked.
"Nope. Damien and I are twins," he replied calmly.
"Twins?" she repeated in disbelief. "But you're not identical. I mean..." she trailed off, examining his features.
"Your hair looks a lot like his, but yours is basically brown," she added.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, changing the topic.
She wanted to say no, but suddenly remembered she hadn't eaten since noon. But wait... didn't he bring her here to kill her? If he didn't, then why did he bring her here? Why did he want her alive?
"Hello?" Sebastian called quietly, bringing her back to reality.
"Um, sorry about that. Anything is fine," she replied.
Sebastian nodded, not bothering to question her any further. He didn't want to get involved with any of his brother's assets.
"I'll be right back," he said and left, walking down a long hallway.
Precious' eyes darted to the stairs where Damien recently disappeared to. She wasn't feeling safe at all here. Why exactly did he bring her to his home? Did he want to use her as a free help or worse? She'd rather die than go through that part again. Her sister's place has taught her enough lesson.
"Why did you bring me here, Damien?" she muttered almost to herself.
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