Abigail pressed the phone against her ear, her eyes stuck on the restroom's mirror. Her face was pale, covered in makeup and high-cost jewellery. She took a breath and bit her bottom lip when Felix answered the call from his house.

"Yes?"

"Sir."

The atmosphere was cold again as Felix was breathing softly. Abigail gulped, feeling like she was in trouble for not communicating with him all day. The truth is that she was having so much fun that she had forgotten Felix and her job, and that was bad.

"Give me some time; I'll kill them both soon, alone. I have Damon in my palm, believe me. Don't entangle Mason in this."

"I trust you, Abigail, don't disappoint me."

"I won't, boss."

Felix hung up as she left a sigh, still staring at the mirror. She had to look into Damon if she wanted his attention, plus make Deetra trust her. At the same time, she was worried about Mason. She was missing him already and couldn't wait to see his face again.

Love and friends had to wait; the plans had changed because of an extra bottle of wine. She pushed herself into the situation. Abigail started regretting that glass of champagne and then those bottles of red wine. She had to end Damon and hide the corpse all this time, but she preferred discussion and sex. She puffed, angry with herself, opening the faucet and washing her hands.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot...."

"Why are you an idiot?"

She jumped back when she heard a male voice entering her monologue. Damon was standing behind her, leaning against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his dark pants. Abigail could see him clearly from the mirror; she didn't turn around to face him, though.

"Was your boss mad that you're not going to work tomorrow, too?"

Abigail didn't answer; she looked down. She had to act all innocent and friendly to him. She had to act like Damon is a normal man with a regular job and not Smiley. Simultaneously, she had to act like Damon was the target, not a friend or a lover.

"Dinner is served if you still want to join me."

"Why wouldn't I?"

She turned around abruptly, eyeing him confused. He laughed, smiling at her before it was his turn to look away. He pressed his fingers against his face, rubbing it. He looked tired as he clicked his tongue, gazing back at her trying to look confident and happy.

"Everyone hates me, Abigail, thinking I'm the bad guy. I am on Interpol's most-wanted list. Going out with me equals signing your death contact."

"Calm down, Damon."

She chuckled, fixing her dress as he rolled his eyes. Damon crossed his arms angrily. It was kinda hot, though. She didn't care that she was in danger all day because of him. She stayed with him, went shopping and dinner.

Damon held her hands with a grin; she chuckled again, lifting her chin.

"Dine with me and stay at my place. Please?"

"Sure."

He opened his mouth in surprise before pushing her gently towards the exit. Abigail giggled, returning to the table with him following her. She looked at her dish with a smile but soon chuckled.

"Is this a burger, Damon?"

"It's called the Glamburger, made with Kobe beef, New Zealand venison, Canadian lobster, and truffle brie. Also, the brioche bun is covered with a gold leaf."

"Can I ask how much it does cost or...?"

Damon laughed loudly, scratching his nose. He brought his arms to the table and leaned his chin on top of them. A sick grin took over his lips when he looked at her.

"None of your business, darling. Enjoy the food - I prefer this than Almas caviar or Casu Marzu."

Abigail nodded, not understanding what Damon had just said, trying to cut the burger with a knife without spilling it everywhere. She got anxious, not managing to do it as she took another sip from her red wine.

"The wine tastes heavenly, at least."

"Abigail."

She oversaw him holding the burger with his hands and biting into it, letting a small, satisfying moan. She blinked, opening her mouth, but he stopped her.

"I won't judge you - It's a burger. Just because it's a fancy restaurant with a golden burger, it doesn't mean we have to follow their "special" rules."

He brought the white napkin to his lip and winked at her before grabbing his glass. Abigail grabbed the burger, tasting it, her eyes opening wide. She touched her lips with her fingers in awe.

"It's a... heaven. I can't believe it tastes that good...!"

"I know! Goes perfectly with the wine, too!"

After a good meal and some laughs, Damon looked at his watch. It was getting late, and he stood up, fixing his shirt with a smile.

"Wanna go?"

"Oh yeah, sure!"

She pressed her body against his as he pushed his right arm around her waist. Damon grinned, his eyes shining more and more every second. She laughed, walking out of the restaurant with him and getting into the car.

"Did you have fun? I can take you home if you want; you don't have to sleep in the mansion."

He started the car when she looked outside, lost in thoughts. She had to pick something, make a choice.

"If I go home, will I see you again?"

"You're not a drunk one-night stand, Abigail. For me, at least."

"Then to the mansion it is."

She nodded as he sighed in disbelief. Damon thought she'd choose her house and leave him behind as all previous girls had done. Some of them couldn't be with a junkie, and he could see why. He was happy she chose him and the mansion.

After a small drive, Damon parked the car in the garage and led Abigail to the living room. He opened a bottle of rose wine and offered her a glass. She held it tight with her fingers when her eyes fixated on Deetra, who was walking towards them with a cup of tea.

"You're here again?"

Deetra growled, staring at her just as Abigail sat down, feeling the expensive leather against her back.

"She'll sleep here tonight, sister. Be kind."

Deetra flinched with a groan before walking away. Damon rolled his eyes and sat beside her with a grin. He moved his hand on her thigh, leaning more towards her and grinning more.

"I don't want to get drunk to touch you."

"For real?"

She laughed, pushing her hand lazily on top of his. Damon looked at their hands and then studied her face carefully.

"Your eyes reflect sadness. Did I do something that hurt you?"

"No, Damon. I did something bad."

"What?"

"I can't tell you..."

Damon groaned, letting the glass on the diamond coffee table. He held her hands, bringing his face even closer.

"I don't know what you have done. I have no idea about your friends, job and boss. I don't care, though."

He moved his fingers to her chin and cheeks. Abigail's breath was long gone, staring at him with open eyes all fluttered. Why was she feeling guilty for doing her job and finishing the bad guys?

"Let's have another day together - You say you had fun, so why leave? Maybe it was karma bringing you here."

It wasn't, and she knew it when she gulped, terrified.

"I don't want to push you to bed and then kick you out. No, I won't do this, not this time. You're different in such a unique way. You don't care about the money and the drugs - You care about..."

"You? I care about you?"

"Yes. Or I think so...."

Abigail pressed her hands on his and licked her lips. She couldn't look him in the eyes; she felt terrible. Mason was wrong; it didn't matter if Damon was a bad guy. He had feelings and things to say. He was alone all his life, dipped in stress and fear. Deetra wasn't better; under this toughness, she looked sensitive and tired of her lifestyle.

"Of course, I care. Let's go to bed; we need sleep."

"If you say so."

He grabbed her hand, softly taking her to his bedroom. When they disappeared, Deetra sat where previously her brother was sitting. She sipped some green tea starring nowhere.

"You did something bad, hu ?... Interesting."

She sipped again, looking at the family portrait that was hanging proudly above the stone fireplace.

"Oh, father, why did you have to leave? Now Damon is putting us all in trouble with his dumb feelings and daddy issues."

Her phone started ringing as she picked it up. "James," she smiled, answering it.

"I'm listening."

"There's nothing about her on the dark web. None of my... friends found anything about her."

"Fuck..."

"Calm down - There's security everywhere in your house. She can't hurt Damon or you."

"Hm... There's a new pub that stays open till six am. They say it has wonderful wines, beers and even champagnes. Wanna join me?"

"Sounds fancy. Well, that's a question out of nowhere. I have a flight to catch at eleven am, Deetra."

"New mission?"

"New mission. But you know I can't say no to some red wine with you."

She laughed, lying on the couch comfortably after fixing her shirt.

"Come pick me up in thirty minutes. I hope I won't hear any moans as long as I'm here. Plus, I want to learn about your trip."

"Got it, darling."

She hung up with a smile going to her room and opening the wardrobe.

"If Damon wants to push himself towards death with his idiotic flirts, I can't stop him."

Meanwhile, Mason was relaxing in his apartment after learning that Abigail is alive from his boss. A gin & tonic lying between his tired fingers. His head against a black pillow as a song from The Beatles covers the void in his living room.

He exhaled deeply, thinking of her and Damon. "What if he touches her? Fucks her? What will I do?" he groaned again, sipping more of his alcoholic beverage. "Silly thoughts... Abigail wouldn't touch him - But what if he forces her?"

Mason grabbed his phone, dialling a specific number and moving it to his ear.

"Boss?"

"What is it this time, Mason?"

"Are we one hundred per cent sure she's okay? What if he has hurt her or made her say she's fine, so we don't care?"

Felix groaned angrily, shifting some papers that were in front of him.

"Man, calm down, for real. Abigail is an excellent agent; she's gonna make it."

"I hope so. But what - "

"Oh, SHUT UP!"

Felix shouted before mumbling something. Mason couldn't understand what he had said.

"Let's go for a drink together."

"That sounds nice, boss."

"Any ideas for pubs?"

"Well, there's a new pub that is opened until really late. We can go there."

"Sounds good; I'll come and pick you up in twenty minutes. Go and get ready."

He hung up as Mason moved his legs lazily and went to his bedroom.

"I hope Abigail is doing fine."

Abigail was already in Damon's arms on the other side of the town, her eyes stuck on the smooth ceiling. Damon was fast asleep, snoring peacefully and not moving at all. She pushed her face in his neck, making him flinch a bit in discomfort.

"Damon..."

She moved her fingers from his cheek to his beard as he groaned softly, opening his eyes.

"Yes... Did anything happen?"

"No, I need some company. I can't sleep."

"Aw, lil baby can't sleep and needs friends."

He said jokingly, kissing her forehead, almost drifting back to sleep. She gently touched his forearm and then his hand; his eyes shot open.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to eat something sweet."

"We can make a cheesecake."

He leaned his head on the top of her, yawning.

"Can you make a cheesecake?"

"Just because I am rich, it doesn't mean I can't cook. I have a sweet tooth, dear."

She left the bed, putting over her shoulders one of his black shirts.

"Let's go then - Let's make a cheesecake."

"You mean it?"

"Yes."

He groaned, grabbing a T-shirt and putting it on lazily. Abigail was already gone when Damon turned around. The bedroom door was open, and she was searching for the mansion's kitchen. She found it after a couple of minutes, and she looked around in awe. It was huge, covered in various devices, and a big silver refrigerator. She opened it, starring at every bottle and drawer that was filled with fruits and vegetables.

"Wow..."

She heard a small laugh and then was pushed away by Damon. He grabbed some ingredients and left them on the grey marble countertop. He picked the stand mixer and let it beside the ingredients before washing his hands.

Abigail was gazing at him and had let herself sit comfortably on the counter with her legs moving uncontrollably. She scanned each of his actions until he had to push the springform pan in the oven. She smiled, waiting in patience as he looked at her.

"Did I do everything well?"

"Well, it looks nice."

She looked in the oven before back at him. Damon had started making blueberry syrup to put on top of the cheesecake. After it was baked successfully, he left it to cool down and then covered it with the reddish syrup.

"Close your eyes, Abigail," he grinned, grabbing a knife and cutting a piece.

Abigail felt a cold spoon against her lips as she opened her mouth to taste the dessert. She left a happy moan smiling.

"It tastes amazing - !"

Soon, she also felt something else, a pair of soft lips against her skin.

"Damon?" she opened her eyes, seeing his face between her face and shoulders. His hands were moving slowly, going under her thighs and staying there.

"Yes..."

She held his chin with her fingers as his eyes fixated on her and specifically her lips. Abigail laughed, kissing him as he left a groan.

Not even a minute later, he lifted her holding her close, and rushing to the bedroom.

"What about the cheesecake?"

"We can have a piece later. There are other priorities now."

Abigail laughed again when he left her on the bed.

"I think I am in love with you."

Abigail felt like she woke up from a dream just after Damon finished his sentence. She gulped, not knowing what to say back.

"Do you feel anything at all?"

Abigail looked away, specifically at the big Leonardo Da Vinci painting hanging on the sand-coloured wall.

"Damon... You are a wonderful man, a total gentleman, but I don't know... I may like you, I may not, I just don't - "

Damon kissed her; this time, the kiss was rougher than the previous one. Abigail seemed to calm down and wrapped her arms around his neck. She started feeling worse; the feelings and the guilt were growing bigger every time he touched her. She had to kill him, not let him touch her.

"You taste like weed."

She pulled away, trying to catch her breath when he grinned.

"That's the fun part, darling."

He pushed her back to bed. He stood up, locked the door, and turned off the lights. They weren't drunk this time, and Abigail knew it. The alcohol wasn't the problem this time - She was, and she knew it. She didn't stop him, though. 

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