The Demanding CEO

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…” Damon massaged his brows in exhaustion. Going back and forth with Naomi is completely exhausting.

"What is it? Do you need a massage? meds?” Naomi asked, and Damon hurried away; he wanted to get away from her.

“Mr. Patrick, you should have a bore. It's really good.” Naomi hands him a spoon.

Patrick took a bite out of the pie, it was amazing! Better than the ones made by the cook in the house.

“This is delicious,” Patrick said.

“I'm glad you like it. I was hoping Damon would take a bite out of it.”

Patrick smiled And pulled up the plate of pieces. “ I'll drop this off in his library. I'm not sure he'll eat it but it's worth the try.”

“Thank you.”

“But miss, you need to rest. You had a really long day and the maid can take care of the food..”

“I'm aware but I wanted to do this. To annoy him even further.” She smiled and hurried up the stairs, still in her work clothes.

Patrick smirked, Naomi might just be the person Damon needs to drag him out of his misery.

Naomi heads to the room, Damon is right there, taking off his work clothes in the closet, about to take a bath.

Naomi joins him. “You want to shower? Great. I want to take a shower too.”

Damon paused, a look of exhaustion in his eyes, what the hell is she doing, taking off her clothes in front of him so casually?

"I'll be done in a minute! We don't have to go in together! Goodness, how many times do I have to say it?” he snapped but Naomi was down to her underwear already.

Matching red lacy underwear..

Her nipples were pecked up already, and her skin must feel as soft and silky as they looked; he knew that for a fact.

Damon swallowed. Fuck she's gorgeous.

“But you're my husband.”

“That doesn't mean I'm allowed to see you naked. It doesn't mean you get to strip without…”

Naomi took off her bra and her panties next. Damon had to look away; what the hell is wrong with this woman, and why is she torturing him like this?

She walked past him, a part of her chest brushing past his bare shoulders. He stiffened; the smell of her perfume filled the air as she walked by, reannouncing her presence.

“You're coming or what?” Naomi asked.

The shower is huge with two different shower heads on the right and the left side of the cubicle. It was big enough for the both to take a bath without touching each other even if their arms stretched out.

Damon wanted to leave but he paused. Why should he leave? She invited his shower time herself, why is he running away?

He took off the last of his clothes and stepped into the shower, staying far away from Naomi, his back to her.

“Ah, this is exactly what I need after some demanding CEO bought my company, can you believe that?”

Damon chuckled. “Demanding?” He repeated.

“Yes. He bought the company, and now everyone is on the edge of their seats just to keep their jobs. And, my best friend has been told to transfer to a new branch by tomorrow morning.” Naomi offered, running water down her hair.

“And that makes the CEO demanding? For wanting nothing short of the best performance from his new staff?”

Naomi sighs. “ No, it doesn't. It's highly expected. If the company doesn't make a profit, it does the CEO no good. It would go a long way if he isn't so intimidating.” The shower goes off, and Damon turns to face Naomi.

“I'm intimidating? Yet you walked into the same shower with me. You should have kept your distance.”

“Why should I, you're my husband.” Naomi stepped out of the shower, and Damon's words got caught in his mouth again as his eyes landed on that tattoo on her waist.

He had an hard on even before he saw that tattoo and now, it's just worse.

She picked up the bathrobe and draped it over her body, pulling her damp hair in a towel. Soon, the bathroom was filled with the sound of the hair dryer blasting through her hair, and all he could do was stare at her.

That smile on her face as she hums a song he's never heard before. The seconds between which she blinks as she runs her fingers through her hair.

“You're not done?” She asked, staring blankly at him.

Damon cleared his throat and turned off the shower. Of course, he was done, but he couldn't stop watching her do her thing.

It was…beautiful. Peaceful even.

She heads out into the walk in closet and changed into a more comfortable clothing. She had to get back to work and continue to work on the presentation from work.

She heads out, picks up her laptop from her bag and heads straight for the patio where she had the maid drop off a cup of coffee amd snacks.

Her gaze lands on Damon who was fully clothed and staring at her. “Do you need anything?” she asled.

“No.” He said and heads out of the room.

Why the hell is it so difficult to breathe around her?