Unwanted Guest

Lucky you

Damon stared at the tattoo, his eyes couldn't hide how conflicted he was about that and the whole idea of her being naked In his bathroom.

“I was told you would be home late. I wasn't thinking you would be home this early..” Naomi said, putting on her shorts.

Damon ran his finger over his mouth, trying to look anywhere else but her body.

How could she be so brazen? She is naked, in his house! He was no different from a stranger!

She turned to face him, adjusting the strap of her top as she approached. How the hell is he supposed to stay calm, knowing she's completely naked underneath all that?

“You have something to say to me, don't you?” She asked, pulling a stop when she was close enough. The smell of Jasmine filled his nostrils and overpowered his senses.

She smells…delicious.

“Anyone could have walked in.” He said sternly.

“You're not anyone, you're my husband.” She replied.

“You haven't seen me in six years, how confident are you that I wouldn't hurt you?” He asked.

Her eyes narrowed down on him, making his breath seize monetarily. Her hair was piled up in a messy bun and her eyes…so gentle and yet curious.

“I don't think my father would let me marry a criminal. If he chose you to be my husband, I want to believe you're not a monster.”

Damon chuckled. She barely knew him, and she trusted him this much? It doesn't make sense!

He pulled her towards him, his arm around her waist. To his surprise, she seemed unfazed, unbothered by his movements.

She tilts her head to the side, a mocking smile on her face. “What is it? Do you need something?” she asked.

“What do you think? You're in my house, naked.” He muttered.

Naomi smirks. She runs her finger down his chin, slow and steady. “We'll have to come to an arrangement if you want me in your bed, husband.”

Damon grits his teeth, she wasn't even fazed by him! This is trouble and he knew it!

“How about now?” He asked his hand tight around her.

Naomi smiled and pulled herself away from him. “ You'll have to work for it. Bedding a woman like me comes with a catch.”

Damon took a step back. No.

This is wrong. She shouldn't be in his house!

“You need to leave.” Damon stepped out of the bathroom but Naomi followed him.

“Why? I'm your wife.”

Damon turned to face her, his fist clenched. “ Stop saying that.”

Naomi chuckled. “Why? Does it bother you? You should have thought about that before abandoning me for six good years!”

“You didn't have to wait,” Damon replied, his cold eyes meeting hers. “I never asked you to.”

Naomi exhaled, hiding her pain the best way she knew how.

“I didn't have to..”

“You wanted a divorce, right? I'll work it out and…”

“No.” Naomi met his gaze. “ Not anymore. I don't want a divorce. I'm going to stay here in your house, in your room as your wife! Until you have the balls to tell me you love me.” She snapped.

Damon was taken aback. He wanted to laugh but she was damned serious. She meant every word.

“You..”

Naomi walks away, heading towards the king-size bed, ready to tuck herself in and call it a day.

“You can move to a different room, I don't care. Turn the lights off on your way out.”

What?! Did he hear that right? In his own house? Hell, his own room?!

“Why would I leave? You're in my house..” He yanks off his coat. “My room!” His shirt joins the pile on the floor. “You're the one who should leave.” He adds.

Naomi turns on her side, ignoring him. She switched off the bedside lamp, and soon, she was breathing steadily.

Damon frowned, the nerve of this unhinged woman! What the hell is she trying to prove by doing all this? And what the hell is he supposed to do now?

He made his way to bed after a shower, sleeping at the furthest end of the bed.

She has to leave. He'll have to make her leave.

♡♡♡

Damon felt something next to him, breathing. Could it be Charm? His Samoyed dog has been absent from home but is all over the news with Jordan.

Charm is a beautiful dog, and he is more popular than its owner, Damon.

“Charm?” He muttered, opening his eyes slowly. His eyes landed on Naomi's head, full of red hair, and her face buried in his chest.

Staring down at her, his tensed eyes eased up a bit. Her gentle breathing, the gentle and rather angelic look on her face..

Damon tries to pull the hair on her face away but stops himself. This is exactly why he stayed away all these years.

Damon moved away from her, making her head drop on the bed and jolting her awake.

Naomi whined as she got up, running her fingers through her head, seeming confused.

Damon made his way to the window, his hands at his side.

“What happened?” She muttered, struggling to pull her soul back to her body.

“You snored.”

Naomi glanced at him in shock. “I didn't. I don't snore.” She said.

“You must have a whole cow stuck in your nose then.”

Naomi frowned. “And you must have haunted ears, hearing things that didn't happen!”

She gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom, leaving the grumpy man to his thoughts.

“I can't deal with this,” Damon muttered.

“Damon!” Jordan burst into the room with Charm right behind him, wagging its tail.

“Have you ever heard of knocking?”

“Why? Did you have a girl over? I heard the maids talking about some girl. Where is she? Did she blackmail you? Cause I know damn well you would rather get shot in the head than have a casual fling!”

“Get out,” Damon warned.

“Not until I see her! Who dared blackmail my big brother?!”

Naomi walks out of the bathroom, looking more presentable. “What is going on?” She asked.

Her eyes land on Jordan in shock and then back at Damon.

“Oh! Sister-in-law!” Jordan blurted out. “Or am I mistaken? No, I'm right! You're Damon's love at first glance!”