The Blind CEO Teen Lover

DAMOND CHRIS

I found myself feeling a bit frustrated, although I couldn't quite pinpoint why. Daisy hadn't said anything out of line, but her presence created an atmosphere that felt unfamiliar to me.

I'm not used to being comforted; in fact, my friends often say I might be a little resistant to such gestures.

It puzzled me why she would want to reach out in this way. Just as I was mulling this over, a gentle knock on the door broke my train of thought.

"Come in," I replied, trying to keep my tone friendly.

As the door swung open, Daisy stepped inside, her demeanor bright and welcoming.

"What brings you here?" I inquired, adopting a warm approach.

"I'd like to open a bank account," she said, clearly excited.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's the purpose of the account?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"For various expenses, of course! Everyone seems to have a bank account—yourself included," she replied confidently.

"Got it. I'll have Moore reach out to the bank manager to help set this up for you," I suggested, aiming to provide support while keeping a clear boundary.

"When are we planning to go?" she asked, hope shining in her eyes.

"There's no need for you to make a trip. The manager will come by to gather your information and set up the account for you," I clarified diplomatically.

"Alright, thank you! I really appreciate your help," she said, her enthusiasm still intact.

"Of course, it's my pleasure," I replied, offering her a warm nod as she left the room.

While I recognized that I sometimes viewed her with skepticism—mentally labeling her as a potential gold digger—I also acknowledged that her determination and positive outlook were worth considering. Perhaps she had more to offer than I initially thought.

DAISY JOYCE

I suddenly remembered that tomorrow is the weekend, and I had planned a visit to his parents' house. An anxious flutter stirred in my stomach as I mumbled to myself, "Okay, Daisy, you can do this." But the thought nagged at me: what if they bring up Damond's likes and dislikes?

The truth was, I didn't know much about him at all, and the prospect of conversing with his parents without that knowledge felt daunting. I realized I needed to talk to him before the visit. With determination, I made my way to his study, but to my dismay, the room was empty.

Not wanting to give up, I decided to check his bedroom next. I lightly knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Feeling a mix of curiosity and urgency, I took a deep breath, turned the handle, and pushed the door open.

As I stepped inside the dimly lit room, my eyes were immediately drawn to the clutter of books and clothes scattered about. However, it was then that I noticed the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. My heart raced as I realized that Damond was likely taking a shower.

Just as I considered leaving him a note, the water turned off, and a moment later, the bathroom door swung open. There he was—Damond, stepping out with water droplets still glistening on his skin, a towel slung low around his hips. My breath caught in my throat, and I was struck speechless, caught completely off guard. Oh my God!

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I took in his figure. His body glistened like dark marble, droplets of water cascading from his hair down to his powerful chest. The air was thick with tension as he looked at me and said, "Who's there?" The deepness of his voice sent a shiver down my spine.

Startled, I struggled to find my words, my mind racing in a flurry of confusion and fear. Before I could respond, he began to stride toward me with a confidence that made my pulse quicken. I instinctively took a step back until my back pressed against the cool, unforgiving surface of the wall. Panic set in as I realized I had nowhere to escape—he was there, towering over me, his arms resting on the wall beside my head, effectively trapping me. The proximity was overwhelming; I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and all I could think was that I was completely cornered.

"I didn't mean to do that," I stammered, my voice shaking with embarrassment. "Oh, so you didn't intend to steal?" A smirk spread across his face, a mix of disbelief and amusement shining through. "It seems like you're on the verge of confessing, aren't you?" he mocked, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"No, I've come to discuss something important with you," I insisted, my tone firm despite the late hour. "Let's talk tomorrow; I really don't have the time tonight," he replied, dismissing me casually. He moved toward his closet, and a moment later emerged wearing his revealing pajamas, the fabric clinging to him in a way that felt oddly out of place for our conversation.

"Are you still here?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at me. "I think my bodyguard would assist you out."

I hesitated, uncertain how to convey the weight of what I was feeling. "It's not that. It's about the visit scheduled for tomorrow. What if your parents start asking questions? They could find it suspicious if I don't have any answers." My voice lowered as the anxiety crept in. "The truth is, I don't know anything about myself—where I come from, who I really am."

He waved a hand dismissively, signaling me to calm down. "Leave it to me. I'll handle everything. Now, just get out for the night." His final words were clipped, making it clear that the conversation was over, leaving me to wonder what tomorrow might hold.

"What! You want to climb into my bed? That's out of the question. Don't forget who you are and what your purpose is. Let me remind you—you're just a temporary placeholder here for six months. So don't even think about getting into bed with me," he said.

All of a sudden something snapped out within me "Mr Blind oh sorry! Mr Damond how will I even think of marrying someone as blind arrogant cold as you can't you see we are not the same you are so gullible I'm only here to do my job mad dog" I said with a mockery and angry voice and I stormed at of the room.

I went to my partner in a fit of anger; he can be so arrogant. However, it feels like the days are dragging on. It's only been three days, but honestly, I can't help but think too much about it. What if he finds someone else? I'll be at a loss for what to do.

"How can I make amends? Perhaps I should whip up something special for him. I think I'll bake my favorite cookies that my mom always makes for me. It might help smooth things over, even if it means pushing my limits. I know I can get a bit fiery."

DAMOND CHRIS

I was stunned by how she spoke but what got me angry was the "Blind"

I didn't expect those words to come from her is she mocking me oh no who did she think she did not know I could look for another person to replace her she got a lot of nerves, an ugly beggar let's see what you have got.