What Did You Say?

"You!!" He glared deadly at her, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly. 

She quickly turned her head to look at him and rapidly blinked her wet lashes on seeing his angry face.

"Hi... you're back." She chuckled awkwardly but stopped the next moment when Damien stormed towards her and grabbed her harshly by the arm. 

"Get out now!" He yelled at her, but she shook her head at him.

"Whoa, hold on! You can't really expect me to step out of this place. Am naked... " She lowered her voice at the last sentence, and as though struck on the head, Damien quickly let go of her hand and backed away from her.

He cleared his throat and darted his eyes around, unsure of what to do. "So... wha-what are you going to do now? Stay in there forever?" 

He asked, and as though amused, Layah scoffed. "No! Of course not. I will be borrowing your clothes." She smiled at him, and his face instantly darkened.

"Are you out of your mind?" He asked, and she arched her brow at him. 

"If you don't lend me your clothing, I will walk out of here. Then we will see what you will-"

"Keep quiet!" He shut her up and pinched between his brows in deep stress.

'It's just for today. This nonsense won't repeat itself again.' He calmed himself down, and without sparing her a glance, he walked out of the bathroom.

He grabbed one of his less nice clothes and made his way back to her. 

"Even though you would look like a stick wearing this, it's still better than seeing your scrawny body." He handed the clothing to her and, triggered by his sentence, Layah's face clenched into a deep frown.

"What do you mean by-" 

He shut the door before she could finish her sentence, leaving her to freeze in disbelief with her eyes staring at the door.

"Unbelievable!" She scoffed and began to wear the clothes.

She buttoned up the pants and did the same for the shorts. However, to avoid feeling any form of discomfort, she left the two top buttons open. Then, with a smile visible on her face, she walked towards the door and pulled it open.

She stepped out and squinted her lashes when she noticed Damien, who was seated on the chair at the table, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

"What do you think?" She wiggled her brows at him, and with much effort to keep a straight face, Damien stood up from the chair and strolled towards her.

He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards the mirror, then made her stand in front of him.

"Look in the mirror and tell me what you see." He said to her, and Layah stared intently at the mirror before a smile emerged on her face in the next moment.

"A very tall, beautiful, muscular guy, with gold eyes and hair longer than min-" She had yet to finish her sentence when a little smack from Damien landed on her head.

"That's not what I am asking you, fool!" He scowled at her, and she turned to face him with a glare on her face. 

"What are you asking me then?! You told me to look in the mirror and tell you what I saw, and that was what I-"

"Stop talking and face the mirror." He turned her around and pointed to her reflection in the mirror.

"Do you see how horrible you look?" He asked her, and finally realizing what he meant, Layah's face turned ashen.

She really did look so small in his clothing. But it doesn't mean it's that bad. I mean, it's better to wear something, no?

She rolled her eyes and turned to look at him.

"What do you expect? For me to be tall with a muscular body like yours?" She arched her brow at him and, as though irritated to imagine her looking like that, his expression altered.

"That would be nice, though. I mean, then you can be a really strong slave, or better yet, my personal worker." He smirked at her, and she looked him up and down, then back up with a disgusted expression on her face.

"Humph, so domineering, yet shy before a girl." She scoffed at him, and Damien, who was already about to walk back to the table, halted and slowly turned around to face her.

"What did you say?"