Page 97 of My Ruthless Husband

Damian’s got his private chef here, and my taste buds have never been happier. From fancy breakfasts to late-night munchies, every meal feels like a Michelin-star experience. It’s almost eerie how each dish aligns perfectly with my tastes, especially since I’ve never mentioned my favorite foods.

He has gone so far as to arrange for a dedicated driver to take me to and from the mansion. Has made sure the place is filled with all the things I need. Including stationaries for school work.

Take yesterday for example. We were lounging on the plush couch after devouring another delicious meal for lunch. My head was resting on his muscled thigh while he was on a phone call, his fingers playing with my curls.

Those lazy moments are my favorite. Anyway, I was browsing Pinterest as usual for cute mugs and all of a sudden something dropped on my lap. It was a beautifully wrapped gift box. I looked up and saw Damian was now leaning back against the couch, his piercing dark gaze was shut, his thick long lashes resting over his cheeks.

The whole gift box thing temporarily slipped my mind, and I found myself frozen, unable to utter a word or move an inch. He looked so serious even when his body was relaxed. So dauntingly sophisticated in his black shirt and trousers.

And there it was again, the intense attraction that tugged my insides as I admired his beautifully symmetrical features. He was just... so damn hot. My eyes drifted downward, until they landed on his mouth.

“Take a peek inside that gift box; might be more interesting than my face.”

Hot flush covered my face and I felt my ears heating. I jerked up in a sitting position.

I wasn’t staring. Okay, I was staring so what? He is so fine I can’t help it. I could spend an entire day just staring at him and not get bored. He doesn’t have to be so smug about it!

I don’t get enough time with him as is, and here he was, gloating!

He slowly peeled his eyes open, then hauled my stiff body on his lap. The moment his scent hits me, anger leaves my body.

“Open it.”

I complied, unwrapping the gift box then gasp out loud.

“Damian!” I threw my arms around his neck, tearing up. Nestled within the folds of tissue paper, was a limited-edition candy pink mug with my initials. The exact same one from my saved pins on Pinterest.

Even dad didn’t spoil me this much.

That afternoon, I kept sayingI love youover and over while I smothered him with kisses. And at that moment I didn’t care why he never told me he loved me. Because his actions told me enough. The satisfaction in his eyes whenever I gave him those three words were enough.

In my heart, I know he loves me. He’s not the kind of man to say it outright, but his actions speak louder than any words ever could. A man like him wouldn’t put in so much effort, wouldn’t go to such lengths, unless what we had was real.

He might look all tough on the outside, but deep down, he’s a softie. Of course, I’d never tell him that—he’d just give me that scowl.

He thinks he can scare me with his scowls but truth be told, he looks so sexy when he does that. His frowns… I’ve come to crave it just as much as his smiles.

The way his dark brows furrow makes me want to do something reckless. Like pull him in and kiss the hell out of him. And not stop there. But then, I remind myself—Damian isn’t the kind of man who gets controlled. He’s the one in charge. Always.

And the thought of him in control only fills my mind with crazy scenarios. Very crazy, very hot scenarios. That includes me and him with no clothes. I feel hot rush of butterflies in my stomach just thinking about the things I want Damian to do to me.

I’m more than ready to take things further but he seems content with kisses. Though the intensity of his kisses tells me otherwise.

His taste, his scent makes me crazy. The look in his eyes whenever he breaks the kiss coupled with the rise and fall of his broad shoulders does something to me.

I can’t wait to kiss him again tonight. We’re set to have dinner on the rooftop deck, followed by a movie marathon. It’s Friday, so there’s no need to worry about early morning classes tomorrow, and I’m really excited.

For now, I’m running late for my morning class but I’m heading to the mansion instead because, of course, I managed to forget my books there.

Using my key, I let myself in and go straight to the master bedroom.

I remember I dropped them somewhere in the master because I was tired and wanted to take a nap.

I’m out of breath by the time I reach the door. Damn, I’m never going to be careless again. I hate running around first thing in the morning. Especially without coffee.

I enter and hurry to the nightstand. “There you are.” I smile as I pick them up before putting them into my satchel.

I’m about to turn back to the door when unexpectedly, the bathroom door swings open, and Damian appears, making me jump.

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