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Catherine

We weren't caught for speeding. I was too dazed when we finally stopped in front of the 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 got 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 NEVER do that again." I was trying to fix my hair. I need to cut this short ASAP. I was about to walk towards my-our apartment when I felt him hold my hand.

Right. Walk beside him.

I was too tired to even argue. I needed a shower and some fried chicken. Boy what I'd give to get some deep fried chicken. When we reached the second floor, we saw Ellie (Mrs. Johnson's first name) 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 whattaya know. The man knows how to treat a lady.

"You go ahead. I'll help Ellie." I smiled at him and I heard him catch his breath.

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 You. Damon's already a handful.

I gave a sigh of relief when Damon's bedroom door opened. And there stood my sister...

in her underwear.

"You were gone the whole day. And my room smells like apples." I winced. I haven't told my family that I'm 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's a freelance model so there's that. She wasn't really skinny. Her line of work doesn't require them to be. Something about the society finding it disgusting. She was already featured on a couple of magazines. Lingerie ads. Make-up and all the works.

She ignored me and went straight 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 dressed. I have the parts that she has anyway. Only hers were better looking than mine.

"I heard Glen came here to see you today," she said offhandedly.

I looked up to see her looking at me. Challenging me. Not a good idea. The last time I snapped at her, I was reported as the rebel child of the Wrights. With the public knowing that I took a different path than my parents, and being cold gave the media or rather, the paparazzi the idea that I was a screw-up and I was a heartless person for lashing at my sister. Sweet Audrey versus spoiled and cold Catherine.

My parents talked to me. I would've defended myself but arguing would just make the situation look far worse than it actually is. I was calm when I confronted Audrey but she burst into tears. It annoyed me. I was only pointing a finger at her telling her that she was better than sleeping with my boyfriend dyring that time. That was when the paps snapped the picture and well the rest was chaotic history. It eventually died down and Audrey's popularity to boom. She was as they say, discovered while I stayed silent until I faded into the background.

I took a deep breath and was about to speak when I heard the door open. My eyes almost popped from my eyes when Damon entered the kitchen... and he was on the act of taking off his shirt.

A look of surprise passed his face when he saw Audrey, in all her Victoria's Secret glory. And my dear sister didn't even try to hide herself.

I swallowed.

It was nice meeting you Damon. This is my hot sister. She would want to take you. No hard feelings though.

But what shocked me was when I felt something 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 was by my side, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Why don't you go change, bonbon? I'll make dinner." 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 wanted to ask him on what he thought about Audrey but that just seemed so wrong so I kept my mouth shut.

***

After making myself comfortable, I got 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."

I could've told her that she had clothes in my room or she can borrow mine but I shut my mouth. It barely covered her. I was pissed. I don't really know why. Damon turned towards 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 any rhythm in me. I have the shoes and all." Really? Damon and tap dancing?

I smiled at him and this time, he didn't freeze. Instead, he smiled back at me. It's like he's telling me he got this.

Audrey cleared her throat and approached Damon. It didn't miss my attention 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 bended over the fridge to get God knows what. She had a fine ass, I could give her that. I'm a man. Of course I find her attractive. But other than the usual lust a healthy male feels over a half-naked woman, there was actually nothing else.

Who knew I'd prefer a woman wearing ladybug printed panties over Victoria's Secret lingerie? I can't help comparing her to Catherine. That's why I made her sister wear a shirt a lot shorter than hers. You know, just to make sure.

I was just about to go home yesterday when I was called on The Garage.

That was when he told me that I was going to be assigned to Catherine Wright. 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, 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.

You might wonder on what I did before this. Catherine just wouldn't believe me. But I was telling the truth that I was human.

Neither an angel nor a devil. I was human. I eat, sleep, take a dump, all the works.

Well everything except my job. She doesn't have to know what I do beyond this apartment's walls.

Back to my current situation. Catherine is now standing beside me. I couldn't resist and I knew I just had to get those wrinkles she had from frowning away from 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. Judging from the blush on her cheeks.

My sweet, bonbon.

She insisted that she wash the dishes and we could just watch TV. It almost seemed like she was pushing me towards her sister.

I knew what she was doing. And it annoyed me. I knew what her sister did. I knew almost everything around Catherine.

Everything except Catherine. I was told to know her 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 and made her look at me. I had to control myself or what happened on the parking lot might happen again.

She looked confused. And I just could't help myself and kissed her forehead. Her hand raised to cover her mouth. Two seconds two late. Her hands were wet from rinsing the plates and it made her plump lips even more...

She gasped and I whispered near her ear.

"I know, bonbon."

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