Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress Chapter 32 - Juicy Lips

Damien was so close to her, she could feel the heat that emanated from him. Although it wasn't that long enough when he was hugging her, it was enough to make her blush.

His sexy bedroom hair was on point, if that was even possible. How could this man look lazy as if he had just gotten out of bed and yet still look this tasty?

Her mind was running in all directions. She was bothered by their intimate positions, from earlier and the current one; as well as how she was supposed to tell her boss that she had been squatting in his domain. 'Can the time please stop right now?' she wished.

Katherine was on the verge of breaking down when she realized that there was no excuse that she could come up with. How else was she going to explain what she was doing there at a time like this and only in her pajamas?

'Wait- pajamas?' She looked down on herself and felt a chill run down her spine when she realized that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her shirt! 'OMG!' she gaped in shock just in time that she placed her arms over her chest in an attempt to cover herself up. "Y-you!"

Realizing what she was so concerned about, Damien gulped yet his eyes never left her face. He was already aware of that fact the moment he pressed her body towards him and the situation earlier wasn't exactly the best time for his body to 'react'.

Now that they were both thinking about the same thing, his little buddy in the nether regions gave him a salute. He clenched his jaw as if he wanted to control his urges. Will this be another cold shower session?

"I can stay here like this all night long if this is what you want, Katherine. I'm still waiting for an explanation," he added in a low voice.

He sounded gentle but Katherine knew that she doesn't have a choice.

She chewed on her lower lip, catching Damien's attention that his gaze fell on it and he couldn't help but tease, "Those seem juicy, would you like me to help you with it?"

Her hands that were covering her chest flew to her lips in a flash. "Can you stop doing that?" she murmured under her breath.

"Only if you start talking. If you don't…" Damien glanced on the hands that were covering her lips.

Katherine swallowed. 'Any minute now, Kath. Just start opening your mouth! How hard is it?'

"Or do you want me to start guessing?" he added, making her even more nervous. "I don't really know what's going on with you. But this isn't the first time that you were sneaking in the middle of the night in my territory."

'What is he talking about? Did he really see me last night?' she wondered.

"Five years ago, you also did the same. So what is this? Did you remember something? Are you here to steal from me, Kitten?" he paused when he saw her shocked expression and looked down at her outfit. "Surely you wouldn't be doing that in your nightwear, right? Are you sleepwalking then?"

"I snuck around five years ago?" she asked as she lowered her hands back to her chest

With a sigh, Damien answered, "Yes, but that's not what's important right now, is it? So, are you going to tell me or are you going to keep stalling?"

Breathing deeply, Katherine darted her eyes here and there, "I…" she started, but Damien tipped her chin up so that she was now looking at him, "I want you to look at me straight into my eyes when you talk. Speak." He demanded and lowered his hand back on the counter.

"I was kicked out of my apartment…"

"Why?" he narrowed his eyes.

"Because I was behind my rent for three months... and I had nowhere else to stay," she hesitated and her eyes wavered but she looked at him in the eyes and told him the truth. "So I've been sleeping here in the office at night."

How did he not know about this? He even dropped by that place tonight to check on her and thought she was already asleep so he only stayed in his car for a while. Who knew that she wasn't even there in the first place?

Damien's hands gripped the edge of the counter until his knuckles had turned white. He felt a slight prick in his heart as he listened to her explanation. "Since when?"

"Since the evening of May 1st…" her whisper was almost inaudible.

"Tuesday? Are you kidding me? You've been staying here for four nights?!" Damien backed away in frustration, his shoes sweeping off the shards of glass on the floor. Noticing it, he scanned the room and found a broom and a dustpan on the side.

"Ah, I'll do it!" Katherine dashed to clean the mess on the floor as she continued, "I'm really sorry, President Park. I would understand if you fire me for this. But can I at least stay until morning? I promise I will clean everything. I just don't have anywhere else to go." She just finished cleaning up when a large hand grabbed her wrist, took the dustpan from her hand and threw the contents into the bin.

"Wash your hands." He commanded. His face had darkened and the air in the room had dropped its temperature. Katherine felt that Damien was really mad this time. 'I'm doomed,'she thought as she trembled while washing her hands.

"Show me where you have been sleeping." He stared at her with an unreadable expression, so she could only nod and led him to the storage room.

As soon as he saw her living condition, his hand balled into a fist. Damien wanted to punch someone or something.

How could she sleep in that cold, hard floor? And in this small room? The two of them couldn't even move around when they got inside.

"Grab your things! I'll wait for you in the hallway. You have five minutes." He coldly ordered as he stormed out of the storage room.

Katherine choked back tears as her last hope was gone. She thought he would let her sleep for one more night but he was already throwing her out in the middle of the night. Tears threatened to fall but she forced herself not to cry. Wiping her eyes quickly, she grabbed everything she could in a flash.

Soon after, she walked out of the storage room with a few bags in hand.

Katherine bowed in front of Damien and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Pre-"

Before she could even finish, Damien had already taken all the bags from her hand and he carried it all with his left hand. Without saying anything, he firmly grabbed her hand with his right and dragged her with him until they reached the top floor.

At this point, Katherine was only able to utter: "S-sir?"

She could barely keep up with his long strides but they finally stopped in front of his bookshelf. After punching in a code and pressing a button, that's when Katherine saw a passageway that she had never seen before.

"Where are we?" she managed to ask while she was still surprised to see Damien's living room.

"My house," he answered, dropping her bags to the floor. "And you're going to stay here."

Chapter end