Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress Chapter 150 - This Is My House!

Crown Resort Group

Everything did go back to how it was before their vacation. It was the first day of the week and Damien had been in meetings and Katherine had been drafting several papers. By the end of the day, she was tired. She went to Damien's office and slumped on the sofa with a sigh. He was still in a meeting room three levels down and they had agreed to go home together.

Walking towards the tall window behind his desk, she took in the sight of the beautiful view in front of her - the sun had just set and the traffic in the city had also started. The light in the room began to dim and she flicked the light switch on to brighten the place. She caught sight of the mess on his desk and she decided to tidy it up for him. 

There were a bunch of folders and papers everywhere. He was just working on something before he left for the meeting and since he was in a hurry, he just left without cleaning up. Just as she was almost done, a certain paper caught her attention, it had her name written in bold letters together with a bunch of professional looking words and signatures. 

Furrowing her brows, she picked it up and her mouth fell open upon seeing words clearly. To her surprise, it was a transfer certificate of the house in Pearl Gardens from Damien Park to Katherine Miller. She checked the date on the doc.u.ment and noted that it was the day after she was sent to the hospital because Lexi caused her allergic reaction — that was only a few days before they moved into the new house.

She gaped at the paper, unable to process why Damien would do that. There was a mixture of emotions boiling up inside her and when the door opened, she snapped her head to find Damien with a smile on his face. 

"Hey—" His words trailed off when he realized what Katherine had just discovered. "Oh… I was going to tell you…"

"And when did you plan to do that?!" Out of all the emotions that she was feeling, anger won.

Actually, Damien had been wanting to tell her since the first day they moved into the new house but after her initial reaction, he decided to delay telling her about it… and so he kept putting it off. Just this morning, Markus delivered the doc.u.ments to his table and he managed to check on it briefly before he got distracted with work stuff and completely forgot about it. He planned to take her out for dinner and give it to her then but fate was playing with him and let her find it before he got to tell her first. 

Running a hand on his nape, he was sure that the day wasn't going to end like how he expected it to be. 

Katherine chose to remain quiet the entire car ride back home. The calmer she looked, the more scared Damien felt — he could actually feel his heart jabbing his chest furiously.

When they arrived home, she did not wait for him and walked inside the house first, not wanting to see him at the moment. She kept her mouth shut because she didn't want to say something that she would regret while she was still mad.

Pus.h.i.+ng the door open, she walked into the living room where Alianna was watching a sitcom while eating a pint of ice cream. Katherine only glanced at her briefly, giving a small smile. 

Alianna was about to greet Katherine but just as the latter turned towards the stairs, they heard Damien, "Katherine, please talk to me…"

"We don't have anything to talk about." She walked up the flight of stairs. 

"Really? Because I think you have a lot of things that you want to say…" 

She indeed had a lot to say — several of which involved a few curse words and then some. She wanted to but she couldn't.

Reaching the second floor, Damien caught up to her and touched her elbow, pulling her to face him. "I don't see what the big deal is. It's a gift that I want to give you…"

Turning around, she recoiled from his touch and glared at him. "It's a gift that I don't want to receive! You already know how I feel about this, Damien. Yet you—" She scoffed.

Alianna's brows shot up. Instead of the TV program, she turned her focus to the couple who was arguing as though it was more interesting than the show on TV, while she continued to scoop spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth.

"I know… but it was before you knew about the car… and I really wanted to. You wanted to get your own place so I got you one. This way you didn't have to pay rent and live comfortably." Damien would still shudder whenever he thinks about how she managed to live inside that storage room for days under his nose while acting like everything was fine. He ran both of his hands on his face, exasperated by the awful reminder.

"But this is too much for me. Everything is overwhelming… you can't just give me this," she waved her hand in the air angrily, "like it's a piece of candy."

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you… I swear I was going to tonight…"

Crossing her arms in front of her, she bit out, "Not telling me was one thing. But really, Damien? The car… this house… What's next? Are you going to build a resort for me? Or are you going to give me the whole Crown Resort Group?!"

Damien's eyes lit up as though she just gave him a wonderful idea. "Well—"

"Don't answer! Ugh!" Katherine was even more annoyed. She didn't have to hear it from him but the look on his face just told her that he could actually give her a resort. Is he nuts?

"Katherine…" He inched closer but she stepped back.

Raising a hand in front of him, she sighed. "You know what? I have to figure out what I'm feeling because I'm all sorts of mad right now. I need to think and I can't do that while I see you in front of me. So you're sleeping on the couch tonight!" Katherine swiftly turned around and opened the door to their bedroom but Damien was still shocked so his feet were glued to the floor.

"Uh-oh!" Alianna dug into the pint and licked the spoon as she continued to eavesdrop.

"Honey… you can't do that…" Damien sounded listless and half-amused at what he just heard. How could she let him sleep on the couch?! He wanted to make it up to her so bad but she wasn't going to let him go near her. He watched as Katherine went about the room, tossing her purse on the bed and removing her coat.

"Ha!!! Guess what?! I can because this is my house!" She yelled as she picked up a pillow and a blanket.

Alianna threw her head back and laughed. "Ooh… burn." She already got the gist of what they were fighting about and she couldn't help but be so amused, however, just one angry glance from Damien and she closed her mouth and lowered her head.

"Baby, come on…" 

Katherine walked back out of the bedroom and shoved the blanket and pillow to him which he gingerly received.

"Don't baby me!" She slammed the door to his face.

Alianna snickered again, trying so hard not to laugh so loud.

"What—I don't even have clothes to change into." Damien sighed and heard shuffling sounds inside the bedroom. Then he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer before the door swung open and Katherine threw a change of clothes to his face before she closed the door again.

Katherine prepared a bath for herself, wanting to cool down from the big emotions that she was feeling. She almost wanted to take back her word and let him come inside but she convinced herself that it was okay to be mad. Thus, she sat in the bubble bath and sulked.

Damien alighted the stairs and sunk on the sofa, tossing the stuff in his arms to the side before he buried his face in his hands. He only looked up when he noticed Alianna walking back from the kitchen with a new spoon and a half-empty pint of ice cream. Setting it down on the coffee table in front of him, she teased, "I think you need this more than me tonight." 

He glanced at the vanilla ice cream and scoffed, losing the energy to retort.

Clicking her tongue, she shook her head and patted Damien on the shoulder. She didn't even know what to say to him, she just found everything so amusing. "Good night," she said before strolling towards her bedroom, leaving him with his thoughts.

Slumping his back on the sofa, Damien exhaled a deep sigh. "Shît," he muttered under his breath. Just last night, she was so sweet and caring towards him. This was supposed to be a good week after their holiday. It was only the first day and he had already p.i.s.sed her off. 

Recalling what Katherine told him earlier about her owning this house so she could do what she wanted - aka letting him sleep on the sofa — he chuckled to himself. Way to throw a rock on his own foot.