Obsession

Chapter 20

20.🏴

I woke up in the afternoon with Damien resting his hand over my chest. He too woke up as I stirred under his grasp. Didn't he go to his work???

"How are you feeling, babygirl?" He mumbled with a release of tired breath. It was obvious that he was tired as always. He brushed strands from my forehead followed by a lingering kiss on it.

"I'm fine," I snapped. I had to admit that I liked the way he treated me now. Why couldn't he be normal just like this???

"Hmmm, " he hummed while sucking on my lips. I didn't know but somehow I felt so irritated that he was kissing me whatever the hell he wanted. I furrowed my brows together and pushed his face.

He backed off with a huge smile. "Is my baby feeling irritated? Hm?" He chuckled kissing my nose.

I cursed him mentally and tried to get up. Only ended up having my stomach erupt with nauseous pain suddenly. I whimpered and Damien quickly pulled me back into his embrace and placed another warm bag on the side of my stomach.

The only thing that I had on my mind was food... Chocolate?? I was busy thinking about it that I didn't notice Damien was staring at me with his glossy eyes. His grey eyes were most outstanding for me when he was in good mood.

"So beautiful," he mumbled with a smile showing off his perfect teeth. Damn. Why was he smiling like a mad man? Those were real smiles, unlike sadistic smirks.

I got emotional again as the thought of my family flooded... But what could I do right now? I couldn't even move! Maybe I could ask him later to see them once again as he was in good mood???

Now, I was craving my desserts and snacks.

A maid came in with a tray. Damien handed me the tray making me go 'ew' at the food. Vegetables and water. I furrowed my eyes with a grimaced face at him in a questioning manner.

He chuckled and said, " No chocolate or caffeine, baby girl,"

I tugged into the food and ate silently as I had no choice. After finishing the food, Damien pulled me into his warm embrace again whispering how much he... loved me... It had been done to death, I swear...

The rest of the day he spent time with me in bed making sure I was comfortable.

And the maid, Betty, she came at nights to change that stuff. I was disgusted with myself at the sight of my blood on that stuff. Damien never left the room much to my dismay.

I ended up the next three days with Damien in that hotel room...Eat. Sleep. Cramps...

(Three days later)

Finally, that thing had stopped. Damien was cherishing his time with me with everything I wanted except chocolates.

I leaned in at the railing of the veranda and enjoyed the city view of my hometown. I felt so refreshed. I was so happy just to be here. I couldn't even take a step out of the confined room for the last whole year.

Peace. It was pure peace. Excluding the pain and the clingy bastard, these days had brought me a taste of peacefulness.

I felt a presence behind me. Him...

I felt his hand come resting on my stomach, rubbing it, drawing patterns or whatsoever. The air in my lungs was almost knocked out as he suddenly turned me around and his lips crashed on mine harshly. It only lasted a minute or so before he pulled away with a wide grin.

His hands kneaded my nape, almost having me lean into his warmth. "I love you, doll," with a peck he dragged me by my hand leading me in the direction of the couch. 'He does have a thing for having the identical furniture.' Or maybe it was just one of his plans to taunt my sanity with the feeling of dejà Vu floating around?

I felt a tug on my wrist as he silently indicates to me to sit down on his lap. I did as I was told...'There goes his satisfied grin...' Then he started typing things on his laptop while keeping his hand on my back, rubbing small circles as if to distract me from nodding off. Which was odd, because he never really cared what I wished. It was his excessive attention...

Curiosity got the best of me...

"Can I ask you something?" I asked while looking up at his perfect jawline.

"Hm?" He said casually. Like always, I rarely got the answers from him. He simply ignored me or... punished me for Some questions he couldn't ignore.

" Why are you doing this to me? I mean, why you just can't approach me like a normal person in the first place?" I asked and instantly regretted it. I could feel his body tense up. I mentally cursed myself...

He stopped typing and looked down at me. I felt super uncomfortable... I didn't dare to look anywhere near his face. I fisted my hands...scared I would tick him off.

But to my relief, he chuckled. " I'm not a teenager, baby girl. Daddy doesn't do such childish things," he poked my nose teasingly. "And what do you even mean by...normal?" He mused.

" Umm. Something or without kidnapping?" I asked but whispered the last part. But he heard it.

"You want me to take you out?"  He laughed again showing off his teeth. I couldn't help but admired how he looked good with that smile. It was somewhat soothing in my mind compared to witnessing 'that sinister look'.

"Kiss me," his eyes hooded as he whispered sensually.

I knitted my brows and pouted at the change of topic.

"Then I won't take you to see them and we're going back-," he said but I cut him off.

I instantly pulled him and kissed him. I did as he did to me. I sucked and licked his lips. He was frozen for like fifteen seconds. But he instantly dominated the kiss and gripped my breasts, having me huffed like a fish out of water from the pain.

I couldn't miss this chance...he would change his mind.

Damien finally pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. "You know that I love you so much, hm? Daddy loves you so much," he muttered as he tightened his grip.

I decided to play along with him. "Yes, Daddy," I answered.

He growled and pulled me into another harsh kiss. "Say it again, baby," he moaned.

"Daddy," I breathed out.

Finally, he pulled away and walked out of the room but not before saying to me that he would come back to fetch me. He looked tensed...

I lay on the bed and dozed off. I hoped my little plan would work.....

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"When push comes to shove, it will never be enough to make it on her own."