405 Challenge Accepted

"P-Prove it?"

Katherine gazed at Damien like he was a god. In some ways, at least in her eyes, he was. Hearing the words escape from his lips, her heart skipped a beat as if she had just heard the best news in her lifetime. He was challenging her and damn if that didn't excite her.

He stared back at her but it took him a while to respond to her probing. He silently nodded and she revealed a small smile as she asked him, "How do I do that? What do you want me to do?"

He shrugged, looking so nonchalant about it. "That's for you to find out."

"But… How would I know which one will work?"

Damien curled a corner of his mouth into a crooked grin and tapped the tip of her nose with his pointer finger. "You're smart, Katherine. You'll figure it out."

She didn't know why but she was so thrilled at the thought of having to prove herself to him. It was as though she was given an opportunity to show off her skills and be graded for it. It might be bizarre for some but this only gave her the opportunity to shine bright like a diamond in his heart—so much so that no other woman could ever compete with her. Not that she was doubtful of him. However, with this, she would resort to any means so he would believe her. And she wouldn't stop until she gets his approval.

Time and time again, Damien proved himself to her even when she didn't ask him to. He was always the giver. Earlier when she decided to tell him straight about her choice—that she would give her all for him—she knew that Damien was a bit apprehensive. Even if he didn't ask her to prove it, she would still do it. But since he did, she might as well double her efforts—heck she would triple it or even more. He deserved it.

Her train of thought was interrupted when he moved her aside and he got off the sofa. "Wait—Where are you going? Wait for me!" Katherine all but climbed on his back like a monkey would, refusing to get left behind.

Oof. Damien instinctively held her thighs on the sides of his waist so she won't fall off his back. "What are you doing? You could have fallen down!" He crossed his brows and looked over his shoulder, his face now less than an inch from hers. He was surprised at her action but when he saw her beaming face, he could only chuckle. "Come on, aren't you at least going to give me a clue?" he heard her say.

Shaking his head, he adjusted her weight on his back and slowly walked towards the second floor. "You've really gotten so bold now. You weren't like this before."

"Why, President Park? Do you prefer a meek little kitten? Or... a feisty tiger?" She snickered behind him as she tightly clung her arms around his neck.

Damien didn't say anything and only smiled faintly at her question as he carried her to the master bedroom. He already knew the answer but he didn't want to tell her. She would just have to find out someday.

"Kitten, you surely are very talkative when you're excited." He pinched her thighs and stole a kiss on her cheek.

"And you've become very stingy and meaner," she responded before playfully biting down on his shoulder. Holding on tight, she laid her head on his shoulder and relished the warm feeling of being carried on his back.

Once they landed on the second floor and reached the master bedroom, Damien laid her down in the middle of the bed and she pulled him down with her, her legs clamping around his waist and not allowing him to get up. He put his weight on his arms and knee as he hovered over her. Then she leaned up to kiss him.

"Is this what you want, Kitten?" he whispered in between kisses.

"I want more."

Damien deepened the kiss when he heard her plea. His hand caressed her sides and he trailed soft kisses down to her throat. Like the tease that he was, he looked up at her and locked his gaze while he made open-mouthed kisses towards her chest. She wasn't wearing any bra underneath the shirt so the warmth of his mouth penetrated through the fabric. 

Watching him make his way to the peak of her left breast while his hand grabbed the right, she bit her bottom lip and clutched his shirt as she closed her eyes in satisfaction. Soon, she felt him close his mouth around the tip, his tongue flicking on it and making her moan. Even with the shirt on as a barrier, she grew hot under his touch and ached for more.

The warmth was suddenly gone when she felt his weight off her. Confused, her eyes fluttered open and saw him fix a blanket over her, tucking her in. "That's all for tonight. Goodnight, Kitten." 

"W-What? Where are you going?" She sprang up in a sitting position, her eyes widening as she watched Damien all but turn around and headed out of the room.

"To the next room. You sleep here." And with that, he turned off the lights and closed the door, leaving Katherine with her mouth hung open.

She scowled in frustration and slumped back down on the bed. How could he leave her just like that? What an ass!

For a tiny second, she contemplated touching herself but decided against it. No way was she going to resort to that. She grabbed a pillow and screamed on it, annoyed at the devil who just played her.

It was more than an hour later when Katherine found herself unable to fall asleep. When she could no longer take it, she looked for him and found him in the room next to the master's. Seeing as he was fast asleep, she snuck in and got under the sheets very carefully not to wake him up and settled in.

"You're very mean, Damien. But I'm not giving up. Just you wait," she whispered.

"Looking forward to it."

"You're awake? Since when?"

"Since you entered the room. Go to sleep. I have a meeting first thing tomorrow."

Pursing her lips into a thin line, Katherine snuggled closer to him and drifted off to sleep.

…

November 14

When Damien woke up the next morning, Katherine wasn't next to him like always. Most often than not, he always woke up before her but this time, she wasn't there. It was still a few minutes past six in the morning. 'Where the hell is she? Is she okay? She isn't sick, is she? She… didn't leave, did she?' His heart raced at the thought and he began to search for her in his huge place. First, he checked the master bedroom and bathroom but she wasn't there.

Quickly, he headed to the first floor and the smell of something delicious invaded his nostrils. Before he knew it, his feet brought him to the kitchen where he found her cooking with her back facing him—wearing only his t-shirt that fell on her thighs—and he hoped she wore the boxers underneath or else that would only mean she wasn't wearing anything below...

She spun around and was surprised to see him. "Oh! Good morning!" A bright smile greeted him. "I raided your kitchen. I hope you don't mind," she said.

Damien let out a sigh of relief seeing that she was safe and sound—and she didn't leave. He ran his fingers through his hair as he walked up to her and looked at the mess she made. There were eggs and pancakes. "What are you doing this early?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm making you breakfast. You have a meeting today, right? Go wash up. I'll take care of you from now on." With a spatula in hand, she tiptoed and kissed his cheek.

He took a glance at her bare legs and he could barely see the boxers she was wearing. 'Damn it, Damien,' he scolded himself when he left to take a shower. A cold one.