All Chapters of You're Mine, Damon Sinclair: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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…”

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. “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 say that?” Damon snapped. Patrick regarded him for a moment. “Like three minutes ago,” he adds. Damon

“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

Naomi leaned back on the sofa, not sure what else to do with her time. She'd spent the last four hours sleeping and eating since Damon told the chef, Aria, to feed her all day! She's down to another bowl of soup, and she's about to binge-watch another series she so much loved. Her phone beeped, vibration echoing through the glass side table. It was a call from Didi, which is quite unexpected. “Hello?”Naomi said, wondering what the call was about. She could count the number of times she had made contact with coworkers outside of work, and this was certainly out of the blue. “Ms Naomi? Thank God you picked up! We have so much to tell you, and we don't even know where to start!” Didi said with a child-like excitement. “We? What do you mean we? What's going on?” Naomi asked, glancing at the wall clock. Phones are not allowed in sight during work hours safe for breaks or they would be given a week worth of suspension. Thankfully, it was past twelve, the designated break tim

Damon walked into the room to see Naomi sitting on the bed, staring at him.She had those crazy looking eyes once again, but there is no way he was going to show how intimidated he was by those eyes!He turns towards her, his hands in his pockets.“Do you have something to say?”“I don't know, do you think I have something to say?”Damon arched a questioning eyebrow; why the hell would she reply to his question with another?“Then why are you staring at me?”“What makes you think I'm staring at you?” She asked, folding her arms.Damon massaged his temple, clearly in exhaustion; he really didn't have the strength or the time for this.“I really don't have time for this.” He muttered.“Really? You don't? What do you have time for then? Ah, let me guess, making people sudden bosses so that you can fire them at will?!” She accused.He chuckled in utter disbelief! What on earth is she talking about? He thought they were done and over with this conversation!“I pretty much made myself clear