Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 176

"She wouldn't even let me eat."

Damien groaned when the knock on the door came.

"Shield the food from preying eyes."

He instructed.

[Ping! Request admitted. System shielding...]

He pushed the notification.

"Open the door."

As soon as the door opened, he heard a gasp. He didn't have to turn to be able to tell what the problem was. She must have been shocked to see the door open itself.

"If you would come in. I don't have much time to spare."

He called and then came the movement. When the lady walked in, she looked very cautious and somewhat scared.

"Come have a seat."

He offered and she did. She settled at his front, in a single couch which was opposite his.

"Hi. Sorry for randomly bringing this up. Hope you are not mad at me? I just had to talk about somethings."

She started. Damien felt like he had an idea of what she was about to say. But what was the point of getting ahead of himself when she could just pave her lips and have the words pouring?

"What would you like? Drink? Food?"

He tried to be as gentlemanly as he could think. That wasn't that he wished to do naturally. It came with the moment.

"Sorry, but I'll turn you down on that. I'm filled. I'm not here for food. And I won't want to take your time too. I'll be considerate."

Damien kept track of the manner at which she chose her words. He didn't know whether to be impressed by it or offended. To an extent, she had the aura which followed every word Ayisha spilled. But then again, she appeared as sassy as Claire.

To think of her in the light of his girls seemed to be a bad idea to him. He nodded at her, pushing away all the haunting thoughts.

"Get to it then."

He instructed. And at once, she pushed her body off the couch and went straight on her knees. Damiens eyes widened. Not because of the position she was taking, but because he never saw that coming.

Of course she deserved to do more than kneel, but he wasn't expecting it. From the look of things - the manner at which he had considered her - he didn't think she was the type who would be willing to take responsibility for the things she had done.

"What's this about? What are you doing?"

He let his concerns and confusion known. He couldn't keep hiding and holding unto it. Them.

She clasped her palms together. But it seemed like she wasn't getting the best of the scene. She began to move closer to Damien, in an attempt to grapple at his feet.

Something in Damien wasn't comfortable with what she was doing; the position she was taking. As much he wanted her to kiss his feet and apologise for all she had done to Haya, yet a part of him wasn't having this.

He stood up and squatted. He reached his arms out quickly and granted her by the shoulders. He helped her up,

"Come on, don't be like this. Take a seat. What are you doing?"

But she struggled with him. She didn't seem to agree with Damien.

"No, let me remain on my knees. Please don't stop me. That's the only thing I can think of now... because you are about to do me a favor."

A FAVOR?

As time went by, Damien found himself getting more and more curious. He had no idea what she was up to. He wished he did.

"It's either you get on your feet or you leave the room. It's my room, my rule."

He let go of her finally, standing up tall. When she looked up at him, she noticed that his face was long and his gaze tough. It was obvious that he wasn't going to take back what he had said.

"Okay."

She muttered and got back on her feet.

"But please allow me to remain on my feet. Please don't tell me to take a seat."

Damien stared at her for a while. She didn't seem like a bad girl. Not in the slightest. But his perception of her had been corrupted, so he didn't care about the facial attributions.

"Suit yourself. Stubborn lady."

He sat back. He had no idea why he felt so offended. Perhaps there was a sort of combustion of emotions within him.

"The first time we met on the yacht."

Damien had thought she would have a hard time going over whatever she had in mind. But it seemed like he was thinking too much. He watched her continue.

"I was a victim. He was my ex. He was possessive. But he has a mental problem."

"Was that why you scolded me for killing him?"

He asked. She nodded. He sighed.

"But he didn't die..."

"Nah, bullshit. Didn't I push his corpse into the sea?"

Damien hadn't been that confused in his life. He let her continue.

"When he told me that we should go on a ride in the yacht, I thought of it as a bad idea. We both knew what he was capable of. But few days into the scheduled date, he was so teeth-achingly sweet to me. He wasn't violent and stuff. So, I decided to reconsider the offer... since a day wouldn't go by without a gift which was meant to persuade me to come with him."

Damien was really enjoying the tale, but as well as keeping track of all of this is headed to. He didn't want to be caught off guard.

"I went with him and all that happened. I had no idea what got into him. He went rogue like a mad man and tied me, recounting silly things as my offense. Things like, how I roll in bed when I sleep, how I take all the duvet to myself. The day I added excess salt to breakfast. It was like a nightmare. And then you came, my Prince charming. Let's not talk about how he survived. It's not relevant."

Damien's face tuned at the last compliment. It was as though a stray bullet hit him. His eyes widened. But then again, the words which succeeded the compliments revived the confusion.

I'M FUCKING SURE THAT I KILLED HIM. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD.

"Though this is a silly thought, but I kinda waited for you... searched around for you. You must have wondered how hard it would be to ask for someone without the proper details."