523 Will I Like It?

Damien couldn't deny that he actually found the entire experience pleasant. There was something about what Amelia did—although it was merely just a haircut—that made him feel as if he wasn't only getting a simple haircut. They talked about random stuff the whole time. Amelia did most of the talking, and he mostly listened, but it was still fun all the same.

"Alright, you're done!" Amelia patted his shoulder. "Do you like it?"

Damien got up from the chair and tilted his head from side to side, examining himself through the mirror. She only gave him a trim, but her work was clean, just like how his hairstylist would have done it. But truth be told, he liked this more. 

Turning to face her, a small smile formed on his lips as he nodded and said, "Yeah… Thank you." 

Usually, by this time, Damien would have already walked out of the room and just left Markus to deal with the hairstylist. Now, what was he supposed to do when the stylist was his mother? He couldn't possibly give her money—that would be awkward!

"You're welcome…" she answered with a smile, and her tone sounded like she wanted to say more than that but stopped herself.

He decided to take the initiative and asked her, "Are you busy tomorrow?"

Amelia had already started cleaning up when she heard him. Pausing, she thought for a second before responding, "I'm supposed to teach a session tomorrow at ten. Why?"

"Ah, right…" Damien remembered that she had recently started teaching combat sessions in his security agency alongside one of his men who was in charge of training. She volunteered, and he was happy to give her the spot. "We should have lunch together tomorrow. Katherine and I have a reservation at the Central Harbor—"

"Oh, no…" Amelia waved her hands in front of her. "I can't possibly intrude on your date."

Katherine appeared at the doorway behind him. She leaned on the frame and smiled at Amelia as she reassured, "It's okay. We would love to have you join us. The food is excellent there; I'm sure you'll like it."

Damien was glad that Katherine helped. He didn't know what he would have done if Amelia had said no to him again. Feeling more confident now, he added, "I know we're currently going through a tough time—what with Shadow still being out there, but I think one nice meal outside wouldn't hurt." 

Smiling, Amelia could no longer refuse. "If you insist, then, okay..." 

...

62nd Floor

Katherine and Damien entered the master bedroom, and the latter headed to take a quick shower while she brushed her teeth and did her nightly skincare routine.

"I'm so relieved to see you at home. You don't know how worried I got when you went to the lab today," she said when he stepped out of the shower. A towel wrapped lowly around his hips, and his hair was still dripping wet.

She nodded and smiled at him, watching as he moved towards the sink and blow-dried his hair. Katherine was done with her regimen, so she waited for him to finish, leaning her hip against the counter as she stared at him.

Noticing the attention, Damien glanced at her. "How was your day? I couldn't pick you up at work as I had a meeting as soon as I got back."

"It's alright. I had lunch with Ali today at the Jade Oriental…" She then told him that she met Hara Construction's CEO—however, she did not tell him about her thoughts regarding Margaret yet, so she skipped that part. It's not that she wanted to keep it a secret, but she thought that there was no need to let him think about that woman if the results come up clean. Damien already had a lot on his plate, and having to think about irrelevant people was a waste of time. But if there's something, then she promised to herself that she would tell him right away.

"You're hosting her bachelorette party?" he asked after she told him their plans. They walked towards the closet, and he changed into his grey lounge pants. "Do you need any help?"

Katherine subtly headed towards the bed with him following behind her as she thought, 'What? Planning male strippers like your cousin wanted?' She knew Damien wouldn't like that.

"No, it's okay… I'll manage," she answered. "Do you think I can bring your mom with us?"

A deep crease formed between his brows when he heard her. "You want to bring her to a bachelorette party? Wait—What does Ali want for this party?"

She couldn't help but laugh at his question as he had only realized what happens in most bachelorette parties. Shrugging, she slipped under the covers and sat on the bed. "She's your cousin. You should know."

His jaw ticked as he stood by the bed and stared at her, looking as if his imagination had already painted him a picture of what could happen during the party—dancing men in their underwear on stage while women threw bills at them. He did not like it at all. 

"Do you have to go? Can't she go with her friends?!" he questioned. "Do you even like those things? Tell me you don't."

Katherine barked out another laugh and pulled him to the bed. He reluctantly sat, his brows still knitted as he looked at her. "I'm her Maid of Honor, Damien. I have to be there. What kind of a friend would I be if I bail on her?"

"You didn't answer my other question." His voice was cold, and he looked annoyed.

Finding him so adorable, she brushed her fingers through his hair. "You look really good with your new haircut. I love it." He seemed to relax a bit after the compliment, and it made her smile. 

Pressing a kiss on his cheek, she told him, "If you're thinking about male strippers, then no. The only man I want to see stripping in front of me is you. Others can die." She waved a hand in the air and grinned when he scoffed at her words.

Damien pinned her down on the bed and hovered over her in a swift move. She squealed in surprise and giggled as he started nibbling her shoulder. "You better be telling the truth, Kitten. Or there'll be a heavy punishment."

"Oooh~ Will I like it?"

He chuckled at her response. This woman. His woman. He couldn't even scare her anymore?