To Damien’s surprise he had the best sleep that night, despite all the drama that happened during the day. By the time he got home, it didn’t take him thirty minutes to fall into a deep sleep. When his eyes opened again, it was way pass eight o’clock in the morning.
It was a good thing he was the CEO, so he didn’t have to worry about being queried for coming late. But he had this underlining urge to get to work since he knew Céline would be there, but of course he didn’t want to admit Céline was the reason for his mood.
He did his usual morning business and today, he took his time preparing breakfast for himself, unlike yesterday when he rushed to work and forgot to take his morning meal. His maid was on holiday, he had no one but himself to take good care of him.
Maybe having a wife for a change would not be such a bad idea-
As soon as the idea came, he shook his head wildly as if trying to shove it off his mind.
What was wrong with him? He wondered.
When had he started thinking like that? He had never had thoughts like that in all his thirty years on earth! Now he met one undeniably beautiful girl and he got crazy thoughts swimming in his head. He must be going crazy.
“I have to get myself checked!” He harshly whispered to himself.
This was totally unlike him to be thinking of one particular girl for more than one day. The most alarming thing was that, his thoughts were not entirely on sex anymore.
At first he was intrigued by her body, but now he wanted the whole of her. He went as far as thinking of marrying someone, when he had promised himself that he wouldn’t ever allow such liberties in his life.
He must surely be going mad!
The bacon and baguette he was chewing suddenly lost their taste in his mouth. He forced the half mashed portion in his mouth down his throat and he then pushed the ones still on the plate aside.
He took his leather briefcase and he left for work.
In his car, he started a mental countdown to Saturday. That was what he needed. A carefree night with some sexy strippers at the Fuck Hotel. That would help put his brain and mind in check. That was the therapy he needed.
He was so deep in his thoughts, he didn’t even mind the traffic he met on his way. Somehow, he was grateful the traffic delayed him from seeing Céline, the reason for his mind going berserk.
He needed to do a reality check. There was nothing special with her, he convinced himself.
She was probably seated at the reception waiting for him to come show her what to do and how to do it. She would waste good time gapping at the papers, women were sometimes a huge burden. They never knew what to do.
He was sure he would meet his usual workload and go through it alone because the figures would surely be too difficult for Céline’s pretty head to understand.
The only reason he felt drawn towards her was because he didn’t get sex last Friday and he still hadn’t gotten any, he kept thinking.
This was why he couldn’t think without having her flood his memories. His brain was fine. She was the problem, not his fine brain.
All he needed was good sex, he kept telling himself as he drove.
After forty minutes of convincing himself that all the attraction he felt towards Céline was as a result of lack of sex, he finally got to his office building.
Once in the building, he walked pass the reception as quickly as he could, making sure his eyes didn’t falter to the waiting area. If Céline was there, he didn’t want to see her yet.
He got to his office and pushed the door open. The smell of fresh brewed black coffee welcomed him and he closed his eyes for a second losing himself in one of the favourite things he loved, the smell of a good coffee early in the morning.
When he opened his eyes, he found his source of joy on his table, something that was very much different.
A cup of hot black coffee on his table.
Did Tiana order it?
Something else was different.
“Where have my files gone?” He asked himself as his brain registered the empty space on his table.
The usual unending pile of files always on his table, was no longer there. The table was empty, save for the alluring hot cup of coffee and his Mac book pro.
He turned around and noticed his office was different. Aside the missing files, everything looked sparkling clean. The brown mahogany table looked polished, the chairs were without a speck. Even the black and white tiled floors would be competing with any mirror for the best reflection, he could almost see himself in them.
“What’s going on here?” He dropped his briefcase and something else caught his attention.
An old gray laptop on the small coffee table at his relaxing corner.
His office had a smaller section where he had gotten comfortable furniture set up, incase he worked late and wanted to relax.
He moved closer to it and found a bag.
A lady’s bag.
“Oh- good morning,” her soft angelic voice called, making him turn around sharply to the door. His heart jumped to his throat.