The Enemy

Damon got home and took Ashley to his room. He didn't know that sooner than later Ashley would be in his home, the same one he didn't want to bring her to. He finally brought her here.

To keep her safe he would have to keep her close. How to do that, he didn't know. But he was going to figure it out. He also needed to talk with her and get as much more information as he could.

He laid her on the large bed and she muttered a few words and stirred in her sleep. He studied her face. It was a pretty sight. He remembered when she called him beautiful at the bar well, she was a beauty as well.

She was quite the character when she was drunk also.

Damon tucked her properly under the sheets then sat on the arm chair in the room just watching her. She slept peacefully and Damon felt somehow relieved that she didn't have any disturbing dreams this night. He kept looking at her beautiful face while she slept.

Now, he would just have to wait for the morning to come and then know how he would deal with her.

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Ashley woke up but didn't open her eyes, her head hurt so much and she didn't feel like getting up at all. The bed she lay on was so comfortable, she felt warm under these covers and she suggled against her pillow. She just wanted to lay there all day, not having to worry about anything. She also didn't have bad dreams while she slept which surprised her but kept her relaxed.

But now, after realizing that this was not her bed she opened her eyes slowly. The room she was in was not her room also. Panicking, she sat up abruptly and looked around wondering whose house she was in this time.

Even though it was morning, the room was still a bit dark because of the thick grey curtains that covered the windows. The room was also oddly painted which gave it an eerie feeling. There was nothing bright in it. The walls and ceiling was painted grey and everything in it was black except for the curtains which were also grey in color.

The bed she was in was black, the covers and pillows were also black. There was also a huge chandelier hung on the ceiling in the middle of the room and a black drawer beside the bed and a bedside lamp on it. There was an arm chair in the corner not too far from the bed. The room was big and there were two other doors in it.

Who brought her here and why? Ashley wondered.

Then slowly the memories came to her head. After work last night, she and Natalie had gone to a bar. Then she had poured out everything to Natalie. Now she felt embarrassed. Then she remembered bumping into Damon at the bar after shaking Natalie off. Why did she get angry? God, would Natalie hate her now?

She also asked Damon to take her with him. Just what the hell had gotten into her? What was she thinking? This is why it wasn't good to drink. She was never going to drink, ever in her life again. But after she had walked away from Damon and her friend she couldn't remember anything else.

Maybe Natalie took her with her. But why would her room be like this and she knew Natalie wasn't this rich so this was definitely not her house. She would have thought she was in Sephirah's house again but the lady's house had a brighter feel to it.

Wait! Could this... Did Damon really take her with him?! Was this his house?

While still thinking the door to the room opened and she heard footsteps so she turned to look and her jaw dropped immediately.

She found the ever handsome angel standing there shirtless with a small towel around his neck. Gracious lord! Could he be anymore handsome? Ashley couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight in front of her and for a long while she was lost staring. She couldn't stop staring at his hard chest and his perfectly sculpted abdomen. His body was so muscular and huge and... hot. Then she continued to stare at his well defined face, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Some strands of his wet hair fell to the sides of his face. She wondered just how soft it would feel. He had well shaped brows and sinfully beautiful red lips. His ocean blue eyes looked back at her and once again she was lost in them. Today he wasn't wearing earrings she noticed.

Why was he so beautiful this morning?. And why was she also so lost in his beauty? It was so heavenly and Ashley couldn't let go of the thought that he was maybe an angel. That was the only thing possible she could think of. Only an angel will look this perfect.

An angel? Maybe God sent her one, was that why he was always coming to her rescue?

Ashley blinked a couple of times to wake her self up and come back to reality. Then it hit her. This was his house! And she was in his room, on... on his bed!

Good lord! Panic set in again. She quickly looked down at her self under the covers and thankfully her clothes were still intact. She breathed a sigh of relief and when she looked back at him, she saw a knowing grin on his face.

He walked over to the bed and Ashley's heartbeat increased. She held on to the sheets tightly.

"You're up. Good morning." He said when he got to the bed but Ashley was too lost to reply him immediately. His voice made her lose track of her thoughts for a minute.

She blinked a few times not understanding why she was admiring every single feature of his this morning.

"You brought me here?" She asked when she found her voice.

"Yes. Your friend had trouble dealing with you last night." He told her.

Oh God, was she really that bad?

Ashley swung her legs down from the bed and stood up. She felt dizzy and lightheaded. She almost fell but Damon was quick to hold her arm.

When she felt better she looked at him and her eyes met with his. Ashley averted her gaze but was met with his bare chest. She swallowed. It looked so inviting and she wanted to run her fingers along. She suddenly remembered that she touched his chest last night and asked him to take her with him. Her wish was granted but now she felt totured and her cheeks burned.

She was slowly losing her sanity. Why did he have to come into the room like that when he knew she was there? She made a bad mistake asking him to take her with him. He could have at least taken her to the woman's house like he did the last time.

"Can you please put a shirt on?" She asked him shamelessly after he left her arm alone.

He smirked and straightened himself and it was then Ashley noticed the tattoo on his left shoulder. It was a huge scorpion and she wondered why a human being would have a scorpion, of everything else, tattooed on his body. She watched him as he went into his closet then came out wearing a black T-shirt on the black jogger pants he was already wearing.

He loved dark colors, Ashley thought. Thinking of it now, she had never seen him in a brightly colored outfit.

"Is this better?" He asked.

Ashley noted that today he talked more. He even smiled, though it was a mischievous one. All the other times that she had interacted with him, he had just been cold. He rarely talked when she spoke to him and today he was just...

Oh no! She was supposed to be at work. What excuse would she give today? Natalie must be worried. Her phone! Where had she seen her bag?

"I need to leave." Ashley said ignoring his question and started looking around. Maybe her bag would be somewhere in the room.

"Are you looking for something?"

"My bag and phone." She answered still looking around then found it on the drawer beside the bed. She quickly rushed to get it.

"You don't need to worry about your work. I've talked with Natalie." He started and she turned to him.

"What do you mean I don't need to worry about work? I can't miss work, not when I'm not sick. I need it to survive and right now I'm so late it could be deducted from my salary but I'm sure you won't understand since you're so rich you don't have to worry about nothing." Ashley retorted. Then realized she shouldn't have spoken in such manner.

Why was she suddenly angry? She looked at him, he had the usual expression she knew him to always have. And she suddenly felt cold.

"I... I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."

He nodded as usual and walked to the door. "I'll be waiting outside." She shivered as he closed the door. What just happened?

Ashley sighed. Was he angry now? She shouldn't have gotten so worked up. He had helped her for goodness sake and that wasn't anyway to repay the kindness.

She was the same person that said she wanted to get closer to him and Sephirah to find out what could be different with them. She said she would take the opportunity when it came.

This could be that opportunity and here she was wanting to leave even after he told her he had talked it out with Natalie. But how? When? And what did he tell her?

She couldn't blame herself though. As much as she wanted to take this opportunity, she needed to work too. Her life depended on it. It was just saddening that the opportunity came while she was supposed to be at work.

Taking her phone out of her bag, she saw missed calls from Natalie. The lady would have been worried especially as it was Damon who helped again this time. She decided to send her a message and saw that Natalie had actually sent her texts too since she wasn't picking her calls. But Damon had replied her texts.

Why did he check her phone? Tch invading her privacy? Okay now she was going to be really angry. But first she read their messages.

[*Ashley are you alright? Why aren't you picking up my calls?

*It's Damon. She's fine here. Right now she's still sleeping, must be really tired and I'm sure you understand why. Could you just cover for her while she gets the day off. She could use some rest.

*She's still in your home?!

*She's okay. I already told you she'll be alright. I'm just here to help. Cover for her today. I'll explain to her when she wakes and you can talk to her later.

*I'm trying hard to believe you have good intentions. Please, do not let anything happen to Ashley.

*Don't worry, I'm not the enemy.]

Woah, that got her. The enemy?

Natalie was really worried and really having a hard time believing Damon. Well she also had a hard time believing he was just here to help too. He probably wanted something from her. She only had to follow up through this opportunity she got and she would find out what.

She could really use some rest as he wrote. But why did she feel that he knew more than he was supposed to. No worries Ash, you will find out sooner or later.

Now she had to face him. How would she make him allow her stay for a while, after just talking angrily to him?

Ashley took in a deep breath and walked to the door. She opened it and found him standing at the entrance. Did he wait there for her?

"Are you ready to leave?" He asked before she could say anything.

She looked into those captivating eyes of his but quickly looked away. Everytime she looked at them, she got this strange feeling like he could see through her. Like those eyes pierced through her soul and could see her deepest and darkest secrets and it made her uncomfortable.

"I need to go to the bathroom if you don't mind." She said quickly.

"There's a bathroom inside there," he said and led her back into the room. He motioned to a door and she nodded and went in, locking the door behind her, scared he might do some thing stupid.

Ashley didn't actually want to use the bathroom. But just to have time to think of what to do to stay she had to give an excuse.

Now, she had to come up with something fast. And maybe look around because this bathroom was like a beautiful apartment of its own.