443 Our King Charming

Katherine had a bright smile on her face as she entered the foyer with Damien. The white silk dress flowed nicely on her—every step she took, the very smooth and light fabric would flutter about her fair legs in rhythm with the swaying of her hips.

Damien thought that Katherine might as well be a model with the way she carries the clothes she wore. It was a good decision to get her the dress. Not only did she like it, but she also looked great in it. He couldn't help but keep her close to him so he had an arm around her waist as they walked deeper into the penthouse.

When they reached the living room, he dug his hand into his pocket to retrieve something as he saw Styles coming towards them. "Here, Zero said that—oof!"

"Bro!" Styles pounced on Damien, his arms wrapping around the other's large frame. He was a few inches shorter than the other—about Katherine's height. "I was partly kidding about the Lambo… But… Oh! You're definitely my—I mean our King Charming."

"I'm sorry, your what?!" Damien's low, confused tone rang in the air as he was getting squeezed by Styles's hug.

"I will take care of the precious car. I promise! And I'll be your slave!" Styles sniffed, his eyes brimming with tears as he did and his mouth curved down into a pitiful pout.

"Uhh… No need for that…" Damien looked at Katherine like he was asking for help.

However, Katherine only crossed her arms, amusement painted on her face as she watched the two in front of her. She shrugged at Damien and told him, "Your fault. I told you that you broke him."

Damien pursed his lips into a thin line. He was actually thinking if he made a mistake buying Styles what he asked last night.

She couldn't bear to see the look on his face, so she softly chuckled and helped him get Styles off him. "Alright, that's enough. Stop hogging. He's mine."

"Tch." Styles gave her an eye. "Stingy," he muttered.

Katherine stuck her tongue out at Styles and hugged Damien's arm. She pretty much looked like a satisfied kitten who got the cream and more.

Damien could only shake his head seeing the two, but he locked his fingers with hers and handed a flash drive to Styles. "Zero told me to give this to you."

"Ah! Great! It's for easier remote access to Park Group." Styles winked. "Alright! I'll get to work now." Then he disappeared into his room.

Amelia's voice sounded from the kitchen, her head sticking out from where she stood. "You two should rest for a while. Dinner's going to be ready in an hour."

"Okay!" Katherine glanced at Damien and a smile broke her face when she added, "Damien said he'll help you."

"He did?"

"I did?" Damien was taken aback at Katherine's impromptu offer. "Aw!" he winced when she elbowed him on the side. Clearing his throat, he clarified to Amelia. "I did. I'll just change my shirt first and come back."

"Right behind you, Kitten," he muttered behind her back. His voice was low enough that only the two of them could hear—and cold enough for Katherine to feel a shiver run down her spine. Soon, they vanished into her room.

Just as the door closed behind Damien, Katherine had sprinted to the middle of the room. "This is good, Damien… You two need to spend more time."

"But you threw me to the sharks unarmed, Little Kitten. That was a naughty move." He stalked towards her as she circled around her bed.

Her heart was beating erratically as she watched him roll his head from side to side like he was about to wrestle her. It only took him three long strides to get to her and they fell on the bed with him on top. "Hey! That's cheating!"

"I never play fair, Kitten." His lips dove to her neck, kissing her on her sensitive spot, making her giggle and squirm beneath him. She wriggled when his hand dangerously landed on her inner thigh. "Naughty."

"Damien!"

"Oh, what's this?" He raised his head and cocked his brow as he reached for something below one of the pillows.

Katherine grew her eyes wide when she realized that it was one of the binders that she used earlier. Her instincts kicked in and in the next second, she locked her legs around his waist and rolled them to the side until he ended up on his back and her straddling on top of him.

"Hey!" He was surprised as his hand had only grazed at the binder before she grabbed it and held it away from him. "What are you hiding from me, Katherine?" 

A smooth, charming smile plastered on her face as she laughed. She was still on top of him and she was liking the view. "Remember how I just asked you not to ask questions a few minutes ago? This is part of that. This is work…" Bending down, she pressed a kiss on his lips and she gasped when he gripped her by the hips, pushing her down to the hard bulge in his pants.

"I don't like this secrecy. I'm giving you a maximum of five days, Kitten." He glanced at the binder that was still in her hand. He could easily snatch it from her but he already promised. God, this was hard.

"That works for me. I think that's enough time. But only start counting five days from tomorrow." She kissed him again. "You should go back to your mom. I'm sure she's excited that you're helping her."

Without warning, Damien flipped her to her back so that he was now hovering over her. "I'll get back at you for this." Then, he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off all while she was below him. But before she could touch his abs, he got off the bed and went to grab himself a shirt from the walk-in closet. Katherine followed him there to change out of her dress, however, he stopped her, "Don't change yet. I like you in that dress."

"Really?"

"Mm." He changed into the shirt and pressed a kiss on her lips, whispering just before he backed away, "And I want to be the one to take them off you later." He disappeared from her bedroom after that, leaving Katherine flushed and looking forward to 'later'.

She put away the binder. Since she didn't have anything else to do, she decided to go and sit in the living room where she could glance at Damien and his mother from time to time while they worked in the kitchen. Wanting to give them some privacy, she whipped out her phone and put on her earphones, then she started to watch some videos on it. Every so often, she would write something in her small notebook.

Katherine glanced up and caught him looking at her, she flashed him a smile and he winked.

…

In the kitchen, Amelia chuckled when she saw the couple. "You two are cute."

Damien didn't say anything but there was a hint of a smile on his face when he heard his mother.

"You know… I envy Katherine…" she said.

From the chopping board, his hand stilled while holding a knife and he looked up at her. His smile slipped when he asked, "Why?"

Amelia shrugged, throwing a kitchen towel onto the counter before she faced her son. "She's brave. She ran away, yes, but that's understandable… but she's back now and she's… doing what she can to stay with you. She's doing something I couldn't."

Damien understood what his mother was saying and it was depressing. Putting the knife down, he turned to face her and said, "You know... I had planned something tomorrow evening, but there's been a change of plans. Would you like to have dinner with me? Just… you and me…"

A slow smile cast on Amelia's face and she nodded. "I would love that."