As soon as he said punishment, I could feel the growing wetness in my panties and the attraction that I had for him hit me with full force. My eyes trailed down to his face, taking in those beautifully sculpted pink lips.
Damien spoke, bringing me out of my daze. "It isn't the kind of punishment you think Hanna."
I frowned, "What?"
Damien smirked, but there was a dangerous look on his face. He looked blank and cut off and I hated that. "Well, since you think we cannot be together, we will stay apart from each other for one week. If after that you feel like we still aren't meant to be, you're free to go."
I gasped. What? "What?" I vocalized my feelings, "No! I'm not doing that!"
"This isn't up to you Hanna. I want to know for once and for all how you feel about us. I cannot take your mood swings anymore."
Tears fell down my face. "Damien no, please."
Damien's eyes softened and he leaned towards me, pecking my lips. "For us Hanna."
I shook my head, clutching my hands tightly on his shirt. I couldn't let him go, I couldn't live for one day without him, let alone one entire week.
"Hanna, you said the words." Damien said, and I heard the pain behind them.
"I say a lot of rubbish!" I protested.
Damien smiled sadly at me, making me clutch him tighter. I pressed my lips against his, in a desperate attempt to make him stay. Damien kissed me back with just as much vigor, catching me by surprise.
"You have to be normal Hanna. This is what you wanted." Damien muttered against my lips. "Promise me you'll go to work and do the stuff you usually do."
I shook my head. "No."
"Promise me Hanna." Damien urged.
I frowned, but realized that this was what he wanted. "I promise. Where am I going to go?"
Damien pulled back, frowning. "You aren't going anywhere. I am going to my apartment."
"Why do you have an apartment?" I frowned.
"It's for my family. They use it when they come down." Damien explained, and I nodded. Damien pecked my lips one last time, before walking out of the door.
I watched as he walked out, without one backward glance, silent tears flowing down my face. Damien got into the car and drove away. I wanted to sob, but I knew that Damien would feel it through the bond. I could feel his mind open up to mine.
I flopped down on the couch, turning on the television. I mindlessly flipped through the channels, stopping when I reached The Big Bang Theory. A small smile formed on my lips as I watched the show. It was my favorite show, and right now I was so glad that it was on.
Day one without Damien was hell. I almost dragged myself out of bed, my promise to him playing on repeat in my head. I showered quickly, the tears mixing with the water.
I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling like a zombie. There were dark patched underneath my eyes, my face was red and pale from all the crying. I lathered on some make up, making myself look like less of a zombie.
I drove to office, thinking about how wrong this felt. Damien drove me to work every day. This felt so foreign and funny.
On impulse, I picked up my phone and dialed Damien's number. I held my breath as I waited for him to pick up. The ring kept going until the call finally got disconnected.
I swallowed back the sob that was threatening to burst, and quickly got out of the car. Immersing myself in work all day long, I didn't realize that I hadn't thought about Damien. But the cold, empty feeling came back as I went back home.
I got up with renewed courage as Damien's beautifully gorgeous face filtered through my mind. I called his office, hoping to god that his secretary picked up.
"Alpha Black's office," The secretary, Macy, I think spoke.
"Is Damien in?" I asked.
"Who's speaking?"
"Hanna Black." I answered.
Her voice instantly changed, becoming fearful. "Yes ma'am he's in."
"Keep him there till I come. Do not tell him I'm coming, understood?" I asked, praying that she wouldn't tell him.
"Yes ma'am."
DAMIEN'S POV.
One day without Hanna was hell. I was addicted to her. I wanted to run back home and show her exactly whose she was. The only thing stopping me right now were Hanna's words. The way she even doubted our relationship.
I brought my attention to the couple in front of me. Another mating. I forced a small smile on my face.
"How long have you two known each other?"
The girl smiled at the boy, love shining in get eyes. There was no doubt whatsoever and I wanted Hanna to look at me like that. I hated the way she kept doubting me.
"Three months."
I frowned. "That's too short. Are you sure?"
Before they could answer, I heard my angel's voice from the doorway. "We've known each other for less."
I looked up, stunned. Hanna stood there, looking gorgeous in her work clothes.
"Hanna." My voice came out strangled.
She walked towards me, determination in her stride. I stood up, my gaze flickering to the young couple who were watching us curiously.
"What are you doing here?"
"I love you Damien Black and if you listen to me one more time I will fucking kill you with my bare hands." she growled.
Before I could say anything, she roughly pressed her lips to mine.
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