Chapter Eight: The Breakfast

Kimia's POV 🖤

I woke up to the sounds of footsteps moving round the villa. I looked down and saw Damien still sleeping on the floor. The footsteps weren't loud, I was just an extremely light sleeper. The footsteps started getting closer and I decided to wake Damien up.

" Damien, get up!"

" What's wrong?" He asked rubbing his eyes.

" Nina's coming."

"So?"

"So?!, How would you explain to her why you're sleeping on the floor.?"

" Chivalry?"

" Chilvary's dead." I said and he rolled his eyes standing up a stretching a little. He said and the footsteps got even closer.

" Help me get the blankets into the closet!" He said tossing the blankets to me and I stuffed them into the closet trying to be as quiet as possible. I accidentally hit my foot against the bedframe and I let out a low moan.

" Are you okay?" Damien asked picking me up and setting me down on the bed.

" I'm fine but she probably already knows that we are awake and well, uhm  the sound I let out is a signal that we're exercising?!"

" So what are we going to do?"

" I have an idea, but I'm not sure you're gonna like it."

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The door opened a little and I heard a soft gasp before it was closed.

From where Nina was standing it probably looked like Damien and I were making out intensively. But the truth was, I was only straddling him. I  had moved my hair so it covered our faces and also bit his ear earning a groan from him. Once I was sure that Nina was gone I raised my arms to stretch but stopped when I remembered the position we were in.

" Uhm, I'm going to, uhm. I'm going to see what Nina's doing."

" Yeah, uhm. I'm gonna take a shower."

" Okay." I replied curtly leaving the room.

***

" Good morning." I greeted.

" Good morning, you're up early."

" Yeah, Ian and I have been up for a while." I said blushing and Nina smirked.

" Well, I have to go, a friend of mine had an emergency and I have to go see her."

" Okay."

" I'm really sorry. I don't have enough time to make breakfast."

" It's fine. I can make breakfast."

" Okay, feel free to us anything you want. I should be back before dinner." She said as I walked her out.

" Okay, bye!"

" Bye!"

I opened the fridge and was surprised to see it fully stocked. Cooking was just what I needed to get my mind off things.

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I'm unstoppable

I'm a Porsche with no brakes

I'm invincible,

yeah, I win every single game

I'm so powerful

I don't need batteries to play

I'm so confident

Yeah, I'm unstoppable today.

I sang along to Sia's unstoppable as I made breakfast. I was so engrossed with was I was doing that I didn't hear Damien coming into the kitchen. I turned around when I heard a chuckle and saw him leaning against the counter with an amused smile on his face.

" How long have you been standing there?"

" Long enough to know that you're not a bad singer." He replied as I placed the last pancake on the stack and turned off the stove.

" Breakfast is ready!" I said placing the pancakes on the table next to the freshly cut fruits and some bacon.

" You made this?"

" Well unless there's a magical creature that drops food on tables in random houses, then yes I made this." I replied and he rolled his eyes.

" Well Nina could have made it."

" Nina left thirty minutes ago. And if she made this,it won't be this hot." I retorted and we started eating.

" So, I realised that we don't know much about each other. If Nina asks us anything about each other, we're screwed."

" Hey, you're the agent. It's your fault for not finding out. You should have thought about things like this."

" I forgot. I'm human too."

" You sure?, I could've mistaken you for a robot." I said taking a sip of my choclate milk and he sighed.

" Mia!"

" Fine!"

" So, twenty questions?"

" What are we teenagers?!"

" Do you have a better idea?"

" Fine!, twenty questions it is."

" I'll start. Favourite colour?"

" Could you be anymore predictable?!"

" Just answer the question!"

" Gold."

" Really?, I pegged you as a black kind of girl."

" I also like black, it matches my soul." I said and he chuckled.

" Mine is Navy blue. Your turn."

" Why did you choose to become an agent?"

" Wow, straight to the point!" He joked and I rolled my eyes.

" Just answer the question."

" Both of my parents were agents. But that's not the only reason. I never really fit in. I was deemed too smart, too strong, too observant, too cautious, too intimidating." He said and I snorted.

" I'm sorry, you?, Intimidating?"

" Would you please let me finish?"

" I'm sorry. Go on."

" So I tried to fit in and it worked but, it just wasn't me. When I was sixteen I found out that my parents were agents. They said they travelling for a business trip which was actually a mission so I kept tabs on them using some of the gadgets I had found. And when they got in trouble, I contacted the agency and gave them the info I had gathered and my parents were found.

The agency offered me a job and I took it. I didn't want to work a white collar job. I couldn't see myself doing that. I wanted something fun and exciting. Something adventurous. I wanted to make the world better by getting justice for those who had been wronged. I finally found where I belonged." He said and I smiled.

" It's hard to imagine you being fun and adventurous." I said and he smiled. We kept the game going till he asked me a particular question.

" My turn, why psychology?"

" I'm fascinated by the human mind. I wanted to know what made people tick, why they act the way they do. My dad wasn't happy when I told him that I was going to study psychology, he wanted me to study something relating to computers. But he could teach me everything there is to know about computers so why waste money on studying it in college.

My fascination with the human mind was what made me become an Illusionist. I wanted to be able to manipulate the human mind. So, when I was fourteen my dad took me to Las Vegas to meet some illusionist and they taught me everything I know." I replied smiling.

" Wait, how did you come up with a story that fast when Nina asked?"

" It's not your turn, but I'm gonna let it slide this time." I replied and he rolled his eyes.

" It was the story of how my parents met."

" Wow."

" Yeah. My dad- he, uhm. He still has the notes she left him. Everytime he felt lonely, he would read them all over again." I said softly and he placed his hand on mine. I stared at our hands for a while before pulling away.

" I should get these to the kitchen." I said standing up and stacking the empty plates.

" No, I'll get them."

" Damien, you don't have to-"

" I insist. You cooked, I'll do the dishes."

" Is that some kind of rule?"

" Well in my family, whoever cooks is free from dishwashing duty."

" Well, this isn't your family so..."

I picked the plates but Damien took them from me. I tried grabbing them but he raised them higher.

' Why do I have to be so short?'

" How 'bout this, you wash and I dry?"

" Fine." He said and we did the dishes in silence.

' This is wrong Kimia. You're not supposed to be getting close to him. Remember the last guy?, You're not supposed to open you're heart. Be mean, cold, defensive, anything! to get him to back off!'

I was so lost in thought that I didn't realise I had loosened my grip on the mug I was drying. The mug fell and shattered and I reached out to clean the mess not minding the sharp sides.

" God!!, Mia are you okay?!" Damien asked and I gulped. I looked down at my hands and saw blood and it was like I was in a trance, cause I didn't know what was going on.

" I-I-I-"

" You're bleeding." He breathed out and I felt his arms around my waist. In an instant, I was sitting on the counter and not standing next to the shards of broken ceramic.

" What were you thinking picking up broken shards with your bare hands!" He exclaimed.

Luckily, there was a first aid kit in one of the cabinets and he started cleaning my cuts. I was still a little bit dazed, but I blame it on the blood loss. As he cleaned each cut, I noticed some of his features that I might have never seen if we weren't so close.

Like the small scar on the top of his lips or the small patch of freckles on his nose. Or the way his left eye seemed lighter than his right one. Or how his hair had some brown streaks and how it smelt like apples.

When he was done dressing the cuts, he kissed my fingers and stared at me.

" Are they better now?" He asked and I nodded. My eyes kept roaming his face drinking in his features before finally settling on his lips.

It should be a crime for a guy to have such full lips.

I met his eyes again and saw that they were focused on my lips.

I held his face in my hands pulling him closer.

' This is wrong Kimia!'

He leaned in and placed his lips on mine. His arms instinctively went round my waist and pulled me closer to him.

How can something so wrong, feel so right?

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