Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (jenna bush book club .TXT) 📖

“Have some rest. You can talk with Damien tomorrow.”

The next day as she said, I found crutches near to my bedside as I stood up and grabbed them. Stabilizing myself a little, I walked out from the room. The long hallway welcomed me and I walked further near the glass railing. The entire house screams nothing else but luxury and money. Who was this Damien actually?

I staggered with my crutches and moved towards the stairs, when I lifted my eyes and meet with a coat-fitted Damien, adjusting his cufflinks. I can see the perfection oozing from every action he does. Clear and cut. My eyes travelled to his sharp jaws and the aquiline nose and I couldn’t deny the fact that he was insanely attractive.

The sleek black hair and those inky eyes holds a different aura around him, followed by the tough and muscular physique. I could definitely imagine the rippling muscles under the right fitted shirt and a coat shrugged over it.

His eyes landed on me and I stilled at my spot. There is something in them which fills my since with this dread and makes unwanted goosebumps all over me. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.” I wanted to thank the Lord and praise myself to not have stuttered in front of him.

“Speak.” He said and I noticed his muscular hands pushed inside his pockets, the Rolex set on his large left wrist.

“I cannot stay here like this.” He nodded at my words, eyes sharp at me.

“Fine, where do you want to go?”

“I…” I don’t know where to. But I know enough I couldn’t just stay like this in someone's place.

“I will figure it out but staying here just like that… isn’t right.” I shook my head and found his jaws set tight. He didn’t like my answer I feel.

“Fine you can leave anytime you want.” He looked at my crutches and then at my bandaged legs. “At least until you get better.”

I didn’t have anything to say against that. With this foot of mine how the hell will I be able to walk or move around in search of a place. And the mere memory of the Park bench and those drunkards made my stomach tumble in dread.

“Have your breakfast.” He spoke and walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen, where I found the woman I come to be familiar with giving him a nod and settled on serving a tray.

He didn’t look back as he walked out of the door.

What hell decision I took…

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