Page 82 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Perhaps my heart was just trying to tell me the truth?

I grimaced when the thunderous growl of my stomach reminded me of my reality. Perhaps once all this was over, all this turmoil would be too.

I turned the knob and clenched my bare foot against the floorboard. Is it just me or do these inanimate objects suddenly become louder in the middle of the night?

To prevent any more squeaks, I shoved myself through the slightly ajar door. Putting in extra effort to tiptoe when I reached the front of his study.

If he was there I didn’t want to alert him. A space away from him would be much appreciated right now. I needed to breathe.

Stretching both hands for support, I grazed the railing as I continued my silent journey to the kitchen.

After dinner with his family, we rode home. At some point in the ride back, I had fallen asleep. But when we arrived and I woke, it was in his arms.

It wasn’t weird. Rather, it felt comfortable and refreshing. Another thing to include to the long list.

Shrugging the thoughts away, I finally reached the kitchen. Mission one accomplished.

Now onto mission two. Finding snacks.

I crouched to check the bottom shelves. Starting with the first one on the right. The first one was empty.

Except for spoons of different sizes. Layered according to their sizes. Neatly piled in the centre of the shelf.

Next.

Moving to the next drawer, I opened it to find almost the same thing as the first. Except this time it was pots. Artistic pots of different sizes layered accordingly in the centre of the shelf.

Did Brenda have a weird obsession with layer stacking? Or did Damien like his stuff extremely… arranged?

I mean, it’s not wrong, at all. But it just feels so weird. So much effort was put into something as basic as cooking utensils.

Of course, there’d be efforts. It’s her job.

I briefly wondered how much he pays her per month. Perhaps it was the same thing he paid me. Or maybe a little less?

Whatever it was I was sure the zeros behind were no joke. Mine wasn’t.

A temporary wave of excitement washed through me when I recalled my bank balance. In just two months of working with him, my student loans were paid off. And my bank statement was oh so gloriously transformed.

Snickering at myself, I continued my search. This time, to the upper shelf. A tiny wave of dread hit me.

If I didn’t find anything to eat I just might die before dawn.

When my eyes barely reached the face of the drawer, I grunted. Before bringing my eyes to search for leverage, I finally spotted a small stool beside the island, and wasted no time in grabbing it.

Placing it in an appropriate position, I smiled when my height was enough to see the drawers. My heart sank when I found flour and chili sauce. And some weird-looking leaves.

So I was the only ‘snack’ in the house?

I definitely needed to have a talk with Brenda. I moved to climb down when suddenly I lost balance.

Shit. I would definitely make a hella noise if I collided with the ground. But hopefully, he won’t hear.

My arms flailed helplessly around as I felt myself falling freely. I shut my eyes, bracing for impact when I landed into a hard body.

I instantly knew who it was. Now I’d broken one rule.

My heart thrummed loudly in my chest. A stark contrast to his steady ones. And yeah, I knew that because my cheek was pressed to his chest.

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