Novels by Setemi

“Excuse me?” “You heard me loud and clear! You think you're the only one who's tired? My job is at stake, and you think this is the time to pretend to be sick?!” Naomi took a deep breath, she's not going to let Tita get into her head so early in the morning.“I called in sick because I was sick. And Mr Damon told me to take the day off..” Tita laughed in mockery. “You think I'm going to believe that THE DAMON SINCLAIR, told you to take the day off?” Naomi exhaled, why the hell did she mention Damon out of the blue? What good is this going to bring to this conversation? “Look, forget I said that. I asked the HR about taking the day off, and she told me I could.” “I don't care what she told you! Your discretion should have told me that this is a horrible time for a break! You were doing just fine hours ago, and all of a sudden, you're sick?!” “I…” Naomi stammered “You're lying, aren't you? If you're sick, why don't you show me the reports from the hospital then uh? You're tellin

All she could do was cry. No matter how hard she tries to bring herself to explain, tears seem to roll down her face regardless.“I…I was…” She stammered but words failed her again.“Who made you cry?” He asked calmly but she could see the almost evil glint in his eyes as he stared down at her. “It's my fault. It's all my fault. I…” Damon dropped his umbrella, got on one knee and lifted her off the ground effortlessly. Naomi leaned in, sobbing still.How on earth is she supposed to explain to him how she was feeling? Would he care to listen? Damon placed her into the car and took over the driver's seat seconds later. He turned on the warmer and took off his coat, hanging it around her shoulders.“Why are you here?” She asked quietly.Damon froze, he wasn't expecting her to ask him that question.“I was driving by and I saw some random woman crying in my parking lot. I have the right to investigate, don't I?” Naomi exhales and turns away from him. “Of course. It's your company aft

The elevator doors swung open, and Damon stepped out of the cubicle first with a sulking Patrick right behind him.A few of the staff turned their heads as Damon walked by, eyes fixed on the ridiculous childish pink lunch bag their boss was holding.“Mr Damon. I do believe you rejected Ms Naomi's offer earlier this morning. I would like to know why you forced me to hand it over when we got into the car.” Patrick started in his office tone. All serious and business-minded.“I have to give you a reason for my actions?” Damon asked once more. His grip on the lunch bag tightened like it could be yanked off by someone else.“I believe so.” “Simple. My wife made me a pie, and I want to eat it.” Patrick smiled. “Are you admitting she's now your wife?” Damon froze. What the hell did he just say? No! He's trying to get her to leave! To pack up her things and walk out of his house! Not give her reasons to stay! “When did I do that?” Damon snapped.Patrick regarded him for a moment. “Like t

'Do I need something else? Hell, I need something and it's driving me nuts.' He thought.Damon heads down the hallway, trying to catch his breath. No matter how hard he tried to remain calm, he couldn't.Fuck, he had a boner he couldn't even hide it! He pushed the door to his library open, Patrick was waiting for him already, coat in hand.“I would like to sign out for today sir. I need to get started on Diaz's new branch as instructed.” Damon nods, heading towards the huge leather chair tucked under the huge desk that took up most of the room.Patrick's eyes caught something beneath Damon's grey joggers, is that…He made eye contact with his boss who knew what he was about to ask.“Sir..” “Don't!” Damon warned, cutting him off. Patrick tried to hide a laugh as he bowed his head politely. “I'll be on my way now sir. And you should try Ms Naomi's pie; it tastes fantastic.” Before Damon could complain, Patrick was out the door within a blink of an eye.Damon leaned back on his sea

The front door swung open, and moments later, Naomi could hear Damon's voice in the living area.She glanced at the meal she had made for him, a smile on her face. As much as she wanted to lie to herself that she was doing this to puss him off, she couldn't deny that it was very far from the truth.She heads out of the kitchen, plating the last meal on the dining table. “You're back,” Naomi said, placing the food on the dining table, and, Dam9n pulled to a stop, genuinely confused.“Did you stop by somewhere?” Damon heads to the dining room, Patrick right behind him. He looked earner astonished.“You made this?” He asked“Yes. I was thinking you wouldn't mind a nice meal, so I…” “Why?” “Is anything wrong in preparing something for my husband?” “The maids are here to cook. You don't have to do anything. You don't even have to be here.” “Why don't I? I'm your wife. It's only reasonable that we live under the same roof.” She said smiling. “You're my husband after all.. “ “Stop…”

That made no sense but from the look in Soonies eyes, Naomi could tell she believed Damon was after her. “I don't think that's the case. I can't believe you're getting transferred to a different branch!” “And it's to take effect tomorrow. I know he's your husband but I want to curse him out so bad!” Soonie muttered.Naomi sighed; she wouldn't be able to see her friend again. Judging by the fact that it's a new branch, she's about to get really busy.“I'm going to miss you..” Naomi pouts.“Can you tell your husband to reverse this? I mean, he should be able to do at least that for you.” Soonie asked.Naomi whined. Of course, Damon wouldn't give a rat ass about her friend. He clearly doesn't care about her enough to make things ‘convenient’ for her. He made that pretty clear.“I'll try. But I doubt he's going to hear a word I say.” Naomi sighed.Soonie shook her head. “Don't worry about it. We can always make arrangements right?” Naomi nodded, a smile on her face.“Yes, we can. I'm s