Chapter 3

Anita’s POV

I walked out of the elevator the moment the elevator’s doors slid open. Damien’s penthouse apartment was a beauty to behold and now, I could see myself living here with him.

Gosh, it was so lovely to be in love with the man. He was easy to love and I enjoyed it.

“You, always early all the time,” he said the moment I entered the apartment.

He was standing with a bottle of wine in his hand and from the look of things, it was clear that he was setting up a table for dinner for the both of us.

“I think I should be thanking my stars. You are making dinner for me? Or should I be scared that you probably bought takeouts?” I asked cocking my head and taking in his utterly sexy look.

The apron he had on gave him such a sexy look and it made him want him the more.

“Oh, I know I am a bad boy and that society thinks the only thing I am great at is being a playboy who can make money, but you, my dear, should know that I can do more than all of that,” he said, feathering my ear with kisses.

I threw my head back and laughed, enjoying the thrill and electricity that his touch elicited in me. It was sweet and blissful and I couldn’t see my life going on without these thrills.

“And what are you cooking?” I asked, eager to know what he was preparing.

“This way, my lady.” He pointed to the kitchen.

I walked over and my nostrils were assaulted by the great aroma of food cooking. There was a heady mix of spices in the air and I loved it.

“It sure smells nice in here,” I commented.

“I was hoping for that,” he replied and took the lid off the pot.

Pasta was cooking on the stove and from the level of cleanliness and order in the kitchen, it was clear that this man did know how to cook. He was probably a professional, but how does a playboy learn to cook like this?

“Come on, perch yourself somewhere and watch me create wonder.” He winked and went back to his cooking.

He was almost done with the meal and from the aroma, it was clear that the pasta was going to taste good and I couldn’t wait to taste this man’s meal.

Well, I didn’t have to wait for long as the meal was ready in a short time. With so much finesse and grandeur, Damien served the meal and saliva immediately pooled in my mouth. I couldn’t wait to have a taste of his creation.

The moment I tasted the meal, my mouth experienced an orgasm.

“Oh my God, if I wasn’t here with you, I would have sworn that you didn’t prepare this,” I said, savoring the burst of flavors in my head.

This was the best meal I had tasted and none of the restaurants I had visited had been able to give me an experience like this and I was so grateful for it.

“I know you don’t know much about me and this is why I thought cooking for you dinner would be such a great idea,” he commented, giving those hot special glances that were synonymous with him.

“Well, I am glad you did,” I confessed, pouring my attention to the meal before me.

We continued our meal in comfortable silence, one that was so romantic and special.

“I can do this all night,” I said after we had both cleared our plates.

“And maybe I want us to.” He winked.

I didn’t quite get what he was trying to say until he grabbed my palm and rubbed it. “Anita, I think you should move in with me.”

I stared at him, confused at what he was proposing. We were set to get married in less than two weeks. My mom had suggested an early date and Damien had been too quick to agree. So, why was he in so much hurry? We would soon be living together as a married couple after all.

“Anita, I love you so much and I can’t help but be with you. After it became public that we were engaged, all I just wanted to do was to be with you for as long as I could. Please make me the happiest man on earth by saying yes.”

I stared into those warm blue eyes of his and it was just too hard to say no to a man like this.

“Fine, I would come in and live with you,” I said watching as the smile creep on his face.

“You are staying here tonight,” he said as he picked me up, kissing and spinning me.

At that moment, everything I had to say quickly flew out of my head and I had just unlocked a part of Damien that I didn’t know existed. The man was so interested in me that it made me crazy.

No one had made me feel all the thrill that this man here was putting me through, and somehow, I didn’t have any plan of stopping now or waiting for our wedding night. Marriage plans were already on their way, and for reasons I didn’t know, I wanted him to make love to me. I wanted him to consume and make me his, make me whole. Sinking into the flow of the night, I let him take me to bed for the first time we started dating.

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I watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. The lovemaking session was so great that when we were done, I drifted off to sleep without blinking. Now, I was awake and all I did was watch the man and recount how lucky I am to have a man like him.

I was still staring at him when he began to squirm and mumble some words in his sleep. This was the first time I was sharing a bed with him, so I didn’t know if this was a normal act from him or not.

I was still watching him when he grabbed tight to a pillow and said, “Joan, I love you, please don’t go. Don’t go, please.”

That was the clearest thing he had said and somehow, it brought back all the feelings I had experienced when I saw the comments suggesting that I was just a replacement for Damien’s ex. He had moaned her name while we were making love and I didn’t think anything about it, but now, a lot of thoughts were running through my mind.

And somehow, I didn’t feel so excited lying next to him.