Damien couldn't sleep that night. He tossed and turned on his large bed, imagining Céline and how beautiful she would look in person.  Would she wear pants and a shirt? Would it be a fitted corporate dress, the ones that had a little slit by the side? He imagined her in every possible dress and outfit. Ever since Lucas informed him that Céline had accepted the job offer, he was elated. Morning didn't seem to be coming fast enough. When it was five o'clock in the morning, he got tired of trying to fall asleep. He jumped off his bed and went to prepare for work. The earlier he got

"Don't forget to add a cup of black coffee to it." She heard Damien say from inside. His voice sounded dangerously close, so, she took a safe step back. It would be too awkward for him to open the door and find her leaning on it. Shortly, the door flew open. Her heart skipped another beat as her sea-blue eyes landed on Damien. The magazines and newspaper, really did him no justice. The gritty stubble around his jaw had grown a bit but it still made Céline weak in the limbs. Good lord, he was handsome. The air around them became too hot, maybe because he was standing too close to her, or maybe it was the way he was looking at her. But Céline became red, she knew she was blushing. She bent her head low,

Damien was shocked. He remembered telling him about where he found her file but he didn't think Lucas would be considering that giving the fact that he had told him countless times that he wasn't going to give in to his mother's marital demands. "You know marriage isn't for me Lucas. I just want to fuck her and get her out of my head, that's all." It sounded more like he was convincing himself than him talking to Lucas. "I am your best friend, Damien. Since I have known you, I have never seen you look at a woman the way you looked at Céline. It's alarming bro," Lucas said, dropping his cup of tea. "You'll be marrying that red head." Damien rolled his eyes. Lucas was too much for him sometimes. "I look at her

Céline ate in silence. John's recent killing was eating her up. It made her feel like a monster. She could have saved that poor woman and her baby, but she didn't. She could put an end to all of these. But her heart was divided into two quarreling halves. One, ached to bring justice to her innocent parents who were harshly taken from her at a very young age. What if she never found her good aunt Elizabeth to take care of her, what would have become of her? Yet, the other half of her heart tugged at her conscience. She could bring John to the book and end everything. Save hundreds of pregnant women in the state. But she didn't know what to do.

To Damien's surprise he had the best sleep that night, despite all the drama that happened during the day. By the time he got home, it didn't take him thirty minutes to fall into a deep sleep. When his eyes opened again, it was way pass eight o'clock in the morning. It was a good thing he was the CEO, so he didn't have to worry about being queried for coming late. But he had this underlining urge to get to work since he knew Céline would be there, but of course he didn't want to admit Céline was the reason for his mood.He did his usual morning business and today, he took his time preparing breakfast for himself, unlike yesterday when he rushed to work and forgot to take his morning meal. His maid was on holiday, he had no one but himself to take good care of him.Maybe having a wife for a change would not be such a bad idea-As soon as the idea came, he shook his head wildly as if trying to shove it off his mind. What was wrong with him? He