There was a little first aid kit in the master bedroom. Damon found it, opened it, and started to strip.
He was in a bit of pain from a fall earlier, with a bruise on his lower back that looked like he might’ve hurt his muscles.
"Sorry, are you in a lot of pain?" I asked nervously.
"What do you think?" Damon lay down on the bed, his broad shoulders giving a sense of safety. His back muscles were fully exposed, his body fit and strong, full of masculine charm.
I took out so dicated oil and cotton swabs from the kit and knelt beside the bed, careful to apply the dicine on Damon.
Damon stood still, and my gaze wandered over his back. Not that I had any ulterior motives, just checking if there were any other injuries on him.
If he was with Ariel, there might be scratches and love bites
However, there was none on him, and I was not sure whether to feel disappointed or satisfied.
"You’re applying it in the wrong place. Suddenly", Damon’s arm moved, reaching back to grab my hand. His voice was low, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, I’ve finished applying" I twisted my wrist, my gaze landing on the spot where I had accidentally applied the dicine. It seed like I applied it on his side.
Damon didn’t let go of . Instead, he grabbed my wrist and sat up. He was only wearing a pair of black pants, providing quite the visual impact.
"Your back is injured. You should rest for a few days, don’t overwork yourself." I calmly looked into Damon’s eyes.
"It’s just a minor injury." Damon took the cotton swab from my hand, threw it away, and then pushed down onto the bed, "But if you really care about , you can take the initiative. You on top?"
I blushed and imagining the scenario made feel awkward. I had never taken the initiative before.
Damon’s palm landed on my waist, suddenly squeezing it, "About that lie, you told last night, we haven’t settled that yet."
I feel a twinge of pain, can’t help but suck in a breath, then explain, I was just too tired last night, I didn’t an I didn’t want you to touch ."
"You expect to believe that?" Damon’s grip tightened. His large hand seed to be teasing , I turned pale
"Really." I bit my lip, enduring the pain, once again affirming I’m telling the truth.
Damon smirked, his voice even lower, "Is that so? Well, you’re not tired today, right?"
I could only say I was not tired.
Then Damon kissed , and he was gentle today. His tongue gently pried open my lips, his breath warm and soft.
"Mhm," I couldn’t help but let out a moan.
Damon stopped, his eyes close to mine, filled with desire. He deliberately bit , making tense up
Damon let go of my lips, a mischievous smile in his eyes, then lifted the hem of my shirt without a second thought, slipping his hand in.
I was a bit dazed each ti I resisted. In the end, I would be overwheld by the pleasure, feeling sha but also helplessly sinking into it.
An hour later, I crawled out of bed.
Damon had already taken a shower. I picked up my clothes from the floor and put them back on.
Otherwise, if Silas and Lisa found out I just changed my clothes, they might start guessing.
While Damon was still in the shower, I quickly headed downstairs.
"Ms. Brooks, I’ve finished setting up the Christmas wreath" Hannah saw and smirked.
I got the feeling she knew sothing, and I quickly averted my eyes.
Just then, Lisa walked out with a roast turkey, cheerfully calling over, "Eliana, co try my roast turkey. It slls great."
"Sure." I nodded and sat on the couch, feeling like a warmly welcod guest.
Lisa’s cooking was good, and I ate a lot. She was all smiles, turning to Silas and saying. "Look, if I cooked for Eliana, she might put on sa weight"
I quickly reply. "That’s not necessary. Hannah’s cooking is also good; I’ll gain weight."
Hannah smiled at , nodding, "Don’t worry, Ms. Brooks really likes my cooking"
Lisa laughed and said, "I know Hannah is a great cook. From now on, I’ll count on you to take care of Eliana’s diet. If she puts on a pound, I’ll reward you with a thousand dollars."
Hannah was surprised, quickly waving her hands, "No, no, no, it’s my job, no need for a reward."
Lisa insisted, "as long as you can do it, you deserve the reward!"
Listening to them, I didn’t know how to join in. Just then, Damon finished his shower, changed his clothes, and ca downstairs. Seeing Lisa and Hannah arguing about sothing, he didn’t ask.
Lisa quickly changed the subject, asking Damon, "If Eliana could gain so weight, shouldn’t we reward Hannah?"
Damon’s gaze landed on , then lingered on my chest, and then he replied, "Hmm, if you can gain ten pounds, I’ll reward Hannah with a car."
This reward was even bigger. Hannah was stunned, not knowing how to react for a mont.
I whispered in her ear, "It’s okay. When your parents co, they’ll need money to settle down; don’t refuse."
Hannah nodded reluctantly, "Okay, I’ll definitely take good care of Ms. Brooks."
Just as the atmosphere was getting warm, the doorbell rang.
Hannah ran to answer it; it was the neighborhood manager delivering a docunt bag that required Damon’s signature.
Damon walked over and took the bag, looking a bit puzzled, probably not sure what was inside.
He opened the bag and pulled out a docunt. After reading it, his face turned sour. He put the docunt back into the bag and headed upstairs
"Damon, what was that docunt?" Lisa called out to ask.
"Nothing, just so work stuff. I need to deal with it, excuse ." Damon headed upstairs without looking back.
Watching his retreating figure, I couldn’t help but feel sothing was off. If it was work-related, Damon wouldn’t avoid us, especially Silas. He could’ve talked about it with Silas.
But I didn’t ask. Instead, I reassured Lisa, "He often works late in the study. Even though the company is on holiday, there’s still work to do; it’s normal."
Lisa nodded, but her eyes still told a tale of doubt and worry.
I glanced at the stairs, telling myself in my head to stop overthinking.
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