Catherine
We weren't caught for speeding and we didn't die. I was too out of it when we finally stopped in front of the apartment building. I took off my helmet and shook my head, strands of my hair going rogue.
Note to self: Never let him get you on that thing again.
"You okay, bonbon?" He took off his helmet and I was tempted to run my fingers through his hair. I would've done that if he didn't just try to get us killed.
"You could've gotten us killed or arrested for speeding. My brain felt like I was in front of an industrial fan the whole time I was on your bike. I could've had a heart attack or fainted. Other than that, I'm extremely fine, Damon. Let's not do that again," I replied. I was trying to fix my hair. It's during these times that I'm tempted to cut my hair short.
I was about to walk in when he cleared his throat. Right. Walk beside him.
I was too tired to even argue. I didn't even bother taking my bag from him. He carried it like an old lady trying their hardest not to get robbed. It presented a pretty amusing image. I needed a shower and something greasy to eat. What I'd give to get some deep-fried chicken. When we reached the second floor, we saw Ellie dragging her trash bin out of her apartment. I felt a gust of wind beside me. In a blink of an eye, there stood Damon helping Ellie. I smiled. Well what do you know, the man knows how to treat a lady.
"You go ahead. I'll help Ellie," he said. I smiled at him and he gave me that odd look again.
Seriously. What is it with this man and smiling?
Once I got upstairs, I was shocked to discover that it was unlocked.
Please do not tell me there's another man sent from glob knows where. Damon's more than enough. I don't think I can handle any more.
I gasped in surprise when the door to Damon's bedroom opened; and there stood my sister. It looked like she just came out of the shower too.
"You were gone the whole day," she said. She was drying her hair and plopped down on the couch. I haven't told anyone that I was living with a man now. A man sent especially for me if I might add.
"I had to go to work, Audrey." I reminded her. She works as a model so her schedule's all over the place. One good thing about the times changing is that she doesn't really need to starve herself to get a job. She's been featured in a couple of magazines, lingerie ads, and some makeup campaigns.
She shrugged before making her way to the kitchen. She didn't look drunk. I would've smelled the liquor by now.
"Have you had dinner?" I asked her. I was kind of used to her walking around barely clothed. I have the parts that she has anyway. Only hers were better than mine.
"I heard Glen came here to see you today," she said offhandedly.
Ah. So that's why she was here. The last time I snapped at her, she told me I was overreacting. She was active on social media and tends to vent her frustrations online. That one confrontation we had made its way to her account. I learned how to keep my mouth shut so she doesn't open hers after that.
My parents talked to me then. I would've defended myself, but arguing would just make the situation look far worse than it actually was. I was calm when I confronted Audrey but she burst into tears. I was visibly annoyed. We had this conversation at a quiet café. I was only pointing a finger at her while telling her that she was better than sleeping with her sister's boyfriend. That was when some people snapped some photos. With those photos and the cryptic posts she made afterwards, it was safe to say social media was no friend of mine. It eventually died down while Audrey's popularity increased. It was the exposure she needed to get people to notice her.
I took a deep breath and was about to speak when I heard the door open. I did a facepalm when Damon entered the kitchen, all the while taking off his shirt.
A look of surprise passed his face when he saw Audrey. She wasn't really dressed for visitors and she didn't even try to hide it.
I swallowed a lump in my throat.
It was nice meeting you Damon. This is my sister. She would want to take you. No hard feelings though.
But what shocked me was when I felt something moist on my forehead. I looked up to see him smiling at me. Did…did he just kiss me?
"You didn't tell me we have a visitor, bonbon. You must be Aubrey." He approached her like she wore a complete set of clothes and offered his hand, a smile never leaving his face. Audrey seemed too shocked to even correct him. She shook his hand and never looked away even when Damon returned to my side, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Why don't you go change, bonbon? I'll make dinner," he whispered near my ear.
He looked at Audrey. "Will you be staying the night? I don't mind staying on the couch."
My sister nodded. What is it with this man? Like really.
I felt him turn me towards my bedroom.
"Go shower. What would you like for dinner?"
"F-Fried chicken," I replied. I wanted to ask him what he thought about Audrey but he gave me a look as if telling me he got this.
After washing up, I stepped out to see Audrey sitting on a kitchen stool, wearing a huge shirt. They were laughing over something Damon said. Audrey turned to me and smiled.
"My clothes were dirty so he let me borrow his shirt."
She just showered. What was she talking about? I could've told her that she had clothes in my room or she could borrow mine but I shut my mouth. His shirt barely covered her.
I was annoyed and I didn't really know why. It's not like it's her first time doing this. Damon looked at me while holding a raw chicken wing.
"You didn't tell me you took tap dancing lessons."
I winced. Audrey just had to tell him about that. I was about to talk when he continued.
"I always wanted to try tap dancing. But I don't have a sense of rhythm. I had the shoes and all," he frowned. Really? Damon dancing? I just couldn't picture it.
I smiled at him and this time, he didn't freeze. Instead, he smiled back.
Audrey cleared her throat and approached Damon. I saw her front graze Damon's back as she passed him. But he didn't seem to notice and continued cooking.
***
Damon
Being stuck in the middle of a sisters' feud on a Friday evening was just what I needed to spice up my week.
I looked over Audrey as she bent over the fridge to get God knows what. She had a fine ass, I could give her that. She was okay in a sense that she looked like the models in the magazines I had hidden when I was a teenager. She's been trying to catch my eye since I got here. She wasn't going to catch anything.
Who knew I'd prefer a woman wearing ladybug printed panties over Victoria's Secret lingerie? I can't help comparing her to Catherine. They were polar opposites for sure. When Cat and I made eye contact a while ago, she almost looked scared.
I wasn't even supposed to be here. I was just about to go to a motel to get some sleep yesterday when I was called to The Garage.
That was when one of the guys at the shop told me that I was going to be assigned to Catherine Wright. They gave me information about her and sent me on my way. I found her that night trying to rip her hair out.
I was instructed to distract her. And having nothing to do and wanting a decent place to rest for once, I agreed.
This isn't what I do. It's a first to be called and assigned to distract a woman. My job was to accompany her till she and her "the one" met. Then I have to leave and let them have their happily ever after.
She was initially doubtful when I told her why I was in her apartment. Catherine just wouldn't believe that God finally listened to her. But I was telling her the truth. I was human.
I was neither an angel nor a devil. I was human. I eat, sleep, and take a dump after my morning coffee.
Well, everything except my job. She doesn't have to know what I do beyond this apartment's walls.
When I walked towards her while she was talking to her sister, I couldn't resist and I just had to get rid of those frown lines on her forehead. I kissed her there, just to let her know I knew what her sister was doing and I could handle it.
Eating was awkward. Her sister thought she could humiliate Catherine and it looked like it was working.
My sweet bonbon.
Ellie always told me how she liked hugging her cat so much it always wanted to jump off her lap. Cuteness aggression was what she called it.
Catherine insisted that she wash the dishes and we could just watch TV. It almost seemed like she was pushing me to her sister. I knew what she was doing. And it didn't sit well with me. I knew what her sister did. I knew almost everything around Catherine.
Everything except Catherine. I was told to find out who she was myself.
I'm beside her now. She tried to stop me from drying the dishes.
"Her name's Audrey. Not Aubrey," she murmured.
I smiled. She was paying attention.
I made her face me. I had to control myself or what happened in the parking lot might happen again.
She looked confused. And I just couldn't help myself and kissed her forehead again. Her hand raised to cover her mouth a second too late. Her hands were wet from rinsing the plates and it left her lips looking more…
She gasped and I whispered near her ear.
"I know, bonbon."