Chapter 59 It's my job

Chapter 59 It's my job
Damien's POV
I drew my lips closer to her ear, let out a smirk, and said.
"Thinking of a lie to clear yourself..."
She pushed my face away, eyeing me.
"I'm not concerned about the names of these men, as long as they pleasure me," she said, shrugging her shoulders, and my face shrank.
I swallowed, fluttering my eyes, and then scoffed. Slowly, I took my arms away from her waist, as my head was aching again.
However, I didn't want her to notice that, and so I'd just give up questioning her, but that doesn't mean I won't keep an eye on her.
She wasn't breathing, I felt it as her eyes lingered all over my face, as though memorizing my reaction.
"Pleasure you? He lives here. How do you explain that?"
"I'm serious. I don't know this Harry and I recently got this house from a mortgage company...well, I just had sex with the manager once to own this place."
Is she saying that to hurt me? Because I hate it when she keeps repeating over and over again about the men she has slept with.
"Whenever we're having a discussion, don't bring your business into it, I hate it," I pointed out, standing inwardly and still keeping a calm feature.
She flailed her hands in the air and then kissed her teeth.
"It's my job."
"Which has ended because you're mine!"
Her eyes suddenly twitched, her hands fell and she froze. I meant it and with a look that made me want to repeat my words, I was ready to do that.
"How much do I have to pay? If you want us to fuck every day! I don't mind," I snapped with sincerity and bawled at my eyes, which had gone blank.
She bit her lips, raising her brows high, and I hoped my terms and conditions worked.
"You could save yourself the stress and let me go"
"And you could save yourself the stress of staying," I countered, and suddenly, we were glaring at each other, and I could see her mouth move, like she was swearing.
Pulling a dull face, I walked past her to the bathtub, and now I feel her eyes on my back.
"What if those men see me as your Luna and decide to ruin your reputation?" She panics and I don't know if I should believe that she's worried about me or herself.
Or it's just her way of running away again. If so, I'd play her games.
"If they have the courage to," I coldly asserted, and she juddered, swallowing hard, leaning to the door frame again.
Rosie had gone speechless again, totally frustrated by her scheme as her eyes darted to and fro in the bathroom.
"I warned you, Damien," she said coldly, and I know if I look at her, I'll definitely drag her inside the pool with me.
Any voice she decides to take on fascinates me.
"Are you planning on killing me next?" I asked her to switch on the faucet to fill up the tub while I listened to her grousing.
"Maybe."
I nodded, switching off the faucet as the water reached the level I wanted.
"As long as I'm dying by your hands, I don't mind."
She cussed at me, beneath her voice, though silent, but her words were;
"Annoyingly brute, stealing people's peace of mind"
I kissed my teeth, chuckling in silence too as she purposely bang the door to show her frustration.
I think she's obsessed with the doors rather than having those tender hands of hers on me, she'd waste their purpose on a door.
Time to taunt her again. I took a glimpse at her, it's as though she'd be stuck at that distance between us.
With those eyes that ogled at me, she definitely wanted to see me naked because I believe she should be leaving to attend to this friend of hers.
I'm not leaving until I see this friend. I might as well stay back to see the next unfortunate client of hers.
I swear I'm killing them all if they come back for her. I don't care who's at fault.
I took a deep breath, as I realized I wasn't breathing when peeping at her.
"No one will ever pleasure you as I do, and you should pray I don't come across those men," I growl slowly, staring at the bathtub and taking off my shirt.
"You'd kill them?" She said in a sarcastic tone, and there was a chuckle again that sounded like a mockery.
"Perfect and serve their heads for you on that table," I muttered, throwing my shirt at her face, annoyed.
"Damien!" She screeched and when I turned to look at her, she was struggling to get the shirt out of her face.
I ignored her, taking off my pants and boxers until I was naked.
By this time, the bloody shirt had come off her face, and I was standing in front of her, shamelessly, with a dick that reacted to her body.
She widened her eyes, mouth parted open as she was looking at my cock.
Her hands squeezed my shirt; I could sense the hair on her skin standing, and her face glowed.
I purposely didn't move, intentionally grabbed my cock with my hand, and jerked it.
She staggered backward and, with a loud gasp, she turned around.
Pathetic.
Rosie acted as though she hadn't seen a dick before when it was her field of work.
Nevertheless, her reaction made me cranky as I strode closer to her.
However, she kept stepping forward like she knew I was behind her.
She was breathless, and I just wanted to have her in that tub with me, forgetting about this so-called friend that might never come.
But before I could reach her, she had scurried out, yelling.
"They...yes! The doorbell is ringing!"
I scoffed at her as the next thing I heard was a loud bang from the room door.
She...is cute, but then I can't let the purpose I came over here fade away.
I'm searching for this house!