NOVEL NEXT Chapter 83: “I won't do it again," she said.
7 am
The buzzing of a phone on the nightstand woke Katherine from her sleep. She shifted and stretched in place and slowly opened her eyes to see the walls of Damien's bedroom. A smile appeared on her lips as though she had the most amazing sleep ever.
She reached out for the phone and realized that it was Damien's, so she placed it back to the nightstand, wondering where her phone could be.
Sitting up, the blanket that decently covered her body fell to her waist, and when she looked down to herself, her eyes widened upon discovering that she was only wearing her black bra and underwear.
With a gasp, she immediately covered herself up and looked around the room to see if Damien was there, but he wasn't, making her breathe a sigh of relief. However, she realized – that didn't mean that nothing happened last night. If she was in his bed, then where was he?
She tried so hard to recall what happened the night before; however, the farthest that her memory could take her was from the time that Emma's brothers urged her to drink a weird tasting juice… lots of it because they were... having a contest? That was so weird.
She shook her head and narrowed her eyes as though she was trying to focus on recalling her memories from last night until there were a few fragments that she could remember. OMG! Did she…
A hand flew to her mouth, and Katherine gasped when an image flashed in her mind that she was on top of a topless Damien while she was half-naked and was kissing him hungrily.
Heat crept up on her cheeks, and she attempted to remember some more, but nothing else came up. She was only slightly tipsy last night and was not totally drunk, which was why she remembered just a bit of what transpired compared to when she got drunk with Tequila, where she totally blacked out.
"You are crazy, Kath! What did you do?!" she scolded herself.
She chewed on her lip as she felt extremely guilty. How could she be so shameless that she attacked Damien last night? He couldn't be mad at her, right? He wouldn't think that she was unlikable, right?
She could no longer take it. She hurriedly rolled out of bed, grabbed her dress that was neatly folded on the armchair, and wore it before she went to the bathroom to check on herself. Nothing seemed to be particularly awful on her face, so when she was ready, she carefully opened the door of the bedroom and walked down the stairs very carefully when she saw that Damien was sleeping on the sofa.
Katherine stopped when she was a few feet away from the sofa. She badly wanted to go to him to apologize, but she couldn't face him at that moment. Katherine was too embarrassed for whatever she did yesterday. She tiptoed her way out of the door until she had exited his place.
As soon as she was out, Damien's eyes fluttered open. He had already been awake the moment that she opened the door to his bedroom. He breathed out a sigh and grimaced as he recalled what happened last night. He had not slept much because of several reasons that involved his woman being very mischievous. Drinking was one thing, but taking her clothes off in front of him, making out with him until he got aroused, and passing out just after he had almost lost control… she sure knew how to push all of his bright red buttons.
Getting up from the sofa, he walked up the stairs, and a clicking sound was heard as he closed the door — he locked himself in his bedroom.
…
Meanwhile, Katherine arrived at the Royal Penthouse, and as soon as she entered the place, she headed towards the bathroom to take a shower.
After thoroughly washing, she spent a reasonable amount of time to ponder upon what she could do for Damien.
What could she possibly do to ask for his forgiveness?
Fixing herself a cup of warm chocolate drink, she checked her refrigerator for something that she could make for breakfast.
"The fridge is full, but nothing looks appetizing," she muttered as she closed the fridge. Thinking that she should order something instead, she whipped out her phone and searched a menu from a list of restaurants in the city. She didn't have a headache, but a bowl of soup was something that she was craving for that day, and she did not know how to make one.
Scrolling through the list of food choices, she stumbled upon a highly rated restaurant because of their beef noodles.
"Hmmm… Damien's favorite," she gulped and suddenly salivated when she saw the sample picture of the dish.
An idea came to her mind, and a bright smile appeared on her face. She wasn't sure about it, but it was worth a try.
After calling the restaurant, she waited for thirty minutes until she received a notification that her order has arrived in the lobby.
Wearing casual clothes, she went down to the lobby to pick up the food that she ordered and paid for it. Soon, she walked and rode the elevator to Damien's place on the top floor of the adjacent building.
Truth be told, she was very nervous with the thought of facing him. Shy and embarrassed, definitely.
When she entered his house, she noticed that he was no longer on the sofa. She placed the food on the kitchen counter before walking up the flight of stairs. Katherine paused outside the door of his bedroom.
Katherine hesitantly knocked on the door and waited for his voice; however, she didn't hear anything. She tapped again, and this time, she tried to twist the knob, but her eyes grew wide when it was locked, causing her heart to drum in her chest — Damien never locked his door.
"D-Damien?" she called, still — there was no answer.
Feeling sad, the corner of her mouth curled downward as she pressed her forehead on the door. "Damien? Will you open the door?"
"I'm trying to sleep," she heard him say in a low voice.
He's mad.
"I'm sorry… Can I see you for a minute?"
"..."
Katherine wanted to cry. She didn't like it when Damien shuts her off — she felt so weak and depressed.
"I just want to see you for a bit, and then I'll leave. Please?"
"..."
After receiving the cold treatment, she figured that he must really not want to see her anymore, so she turned on her heel and started heading down the stairs.
Just as she was about to take a step, the door to his bedroom cracked open. She immediately turned back and walked inside his room. She saw Damien had just sat down on the bed and was avoiding to look at her. Katherine noticed the dark circles under his eyes, and she instantly felt a prick in her heart.
Taking long strides towards him, she coyly sat across his lap and hooked her arms around his neck, waiting for him to look at her. "Are you very mad at me?" she said in a gentle voice.
The beautiful man averted his gaze to the side and maintained a cold expression on his face even when Katherine called him, "Damien? Are you not going to talk to me anymore?"
She saw him clench his jaw as though he was trying to control himself. Placing her hands on either side of his face, Katherine made him look at her.
Damien saw her pouting, and her eyes had become watery. Damn it, his heart almost shattered, especially when she said in a wistful tone, "I'm sorry…"
Sighing, he held her by the waist and asked her in a serious tone, "Are you really sorry, Katherine?"
She nodded her head and bit her lip. She could not, for the life of her, take Damien's cold treatment. Besides, she was at fault, so it was only right for her to ask, "I won't do it again… Will you forgive me?"
"What are you not going to do again, Katherine?" He tilted his head as he stared at her with a sharp, unblinking gaze.
"Drinking? Stripping your clothes in front of me? Kissing me like there's no tomorrow? Getting me excited and then passing out? What exactly aren't you going to do again, Kitten?"
Katherine could do nothing else but gulp audibly whilst she awkwardly sat on his lap, his arms trapping her in place — there was no way she could escape.