MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

A warrant for Ivy

When it was time for Damon to wake up from his beauty sleep. He gently shifted his head, pushing himself closer to Ivy like she was the perfect pillow. His sleep had never actually been so perfect. He opened his eyes slowly and the first thing they saw was the beautiful blonde woman in front of him with a smile on her lips. One that caught at his heart and shook his feelings to the core. He could not help but smile back, just like he always did with Aziza. Only this one was different, she knew how to smile. Aziza did not.

“I didn’t pester you, did I?” His voice came hoarse but extremely sexy, it made her numb but she shook her head vigorously at him. She liked the part she was playing, truly.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, this time clearing his voice.

“No, you didn’t,” she responded and his heart skipped. That voice. Aziza, Ivy. Well, he could live with this person better.

Charles snapped his eyes to the window when he heard the voice of his boss and instantly rushed back there. But Ivy snapped her eyes at him, making him halt his step once more. Damon noticed and found a lot of similarity in her look but what was funny was the fact that Charles actually listened to her order just by looking at her eyes. He got up from her leg, reluctantly and ran his hand through his scattered hair. Then he looked around at his guards.

“How long have I been sleeping?” he asked because he felt better and relaxed except for the pain on his ribs due to how he slept.

“Three hours, eighteen minutes and 8 seconds,” Gerald, who had found his way to his car, entered, making his eyes go wide.

“She made sure no one made a single noise to wake you up,” he added, feeling that his boss would scold him. Why scold him when he could direct his rage at the woman beside him. They all knew how important Damon took his work and company to know that he would never let anyone toil with his time. It was a shameful thing to admit that his assistant had stopped them from waking him up, but that was exactly what happened and no one wanted to bear the wrath he would bring upon them when he woke up. The one responsible had to bear the cross.

Damon turned to her with a strange expression in his eyes, then he smiled.

“Really now?” his eyes danced with mischief and her cheeks heated up, involuntarily. How the great Aziza had fallen.

“You looked tired and you needed to sleep, I just did what I thought was best,” she responded and tried to force herself to stop blushing. How could she be blushing? It was so stupid? Damon’s heart warmed up at her statement and her attempt and he found bliss and peace and was rather grateful to her. Gerald frowned when he saw that he did nothing and realised that he was the one at fault for even attempting to wake him up. The both women that entered their boss’s life suddenly were slowly doing magic.

“Thank you,” he entered softly. Her stomach tied into a knot and her heart skipped again when she heard his voice. It was calm, it was serene, it pushed at her heart and made the pit of her stomach flutter and clenched in an uncomfortable, yet beautiful way.

“It’s nothing…” she mumbled and once again, tried to suppress the heat that was rising at her cheek. Annoyed at herself, she bit the inside of her cheek and lowered her gaze.

Damon could not help but stare at her and found himself lost in that beautiful look. Aziza had such an effect on him too, she really did. But this wasn’t Aziza and he had to stop thinking about her. with that, he sighed and looked away from her face. Still, his eyes fell on her knuckles and the bandage that she had wrapped around it. He took her hand, gently, yet she flinched at his touch, then he turned back to her.

“How does it feel?” he questioned. Guilt washing over him for the injury she had inflicted on herself just to stop him from hurting himself.

“Fine,” she mumbled and thought of running away from him soon. She didn’t want such closeness, her heart was already pounding too loudly inside her chest. He nodded his head at her and gently let go of her hand, but his eyes fell on her lips. He just couldn’t look away completely.

His brows knitted into a frown when he saw how dry, flaky and pale it looked. Only then did he realise that her skin was somewhat dull and pale compared to what she always looked like. The makeup had done well to cover her face, her clothes covered her body but he was still able to see past it. She was a rare beauty and almost never applied makeup the times he had seen her. If it were any other time, he would think that she was trying to look beautiful especially since she had given a notice that he would come pick her up just like any other woman would. But if she wanted to look beautiful or be noticed by him, she would have started to apply makeup when she started working there, so that couldn’t be the reason.

“Right?”

He used the back of his hand to place it on her forehead so he could feel her temperature. She stiffened again and resisted the urge to groan loudly at him. What was with his constant body contact?

“Are you sick?” he asked when he thought her temperature was normal. She raised her brows at him at that question while her eyes darted to the people who were running out of patience while waiting for them.

“Are you sick? You look pale,” he repeated.

“No,” she responded, remembering how terrible she had looked that morning.

“Then do you have a skin condition?” he continued to pester her.

“No,” she replied, slightly offended by that question. She was perfect and beautiful, she knew that just as every other person did.

“Then why…”

“I have been stressed out these past few days,” she snapped, slightly annoyed at his questions and more annoyed at the way her heart fluttered every time he spoke. But she had taken it too far and Damon had jammed his mouth short and frowned when he was suddenly snapped at.

“I apologise,” she sighed and turned back to him.

“My sister was in the hospital for surgery after a very fatal accident and I had been really drained from it. I really did not mean to snap like that,” she added, making sure that her lies met up with what she told Sloan earlier. Damon’s eyes lighted up at her apology and his heart warmed up. He pushed away his anger and turned back to her with a smile. She had been so stressed out yet she was willing to watch him sleep. That action alone left a spot for her, a very favourable one that he did not realise he was keeping.

“You should take the day off,” he suggested.

“What? No?” Charles, who had been impatiently listening to their conversation snapped. His action got him a very cold and hard glare, that made him gulp and take a step away from the car.

“I’m fine,” Ivy entered with a smile, then she opened the door. It was becoming really suffocating to be in there with him.

“Are you sure?” Damon pestered, his concern for her was running deeper than he had thought possible.

“Of course,”

“Now would you stop being stupid?”

With that she stepped out of the car, ending the long and somewhat intimidating discussion and show of care and concern that made her demons dance with joy. Damon stepped out immediately after her and the cheerful, carefree person who had just been in the car, disappeared into a man of stoic expression, hard gaze and an impossibly dangerous aura that was too harsh and strong to be ignored. He turned to the entrance and started towards it while his guards made to follow behind him. But Ivy caught sight of his hair that had been messed up and scattered due to her itching fingers. His good looks would be questioned and everyone would ask questions of what he was doing if he walked in there dishevelled.

Like a saviour, she rushed towards him, through the guards and straight for Damon while she mentally cursed at herself for being too involved.

Sensing that something was wrong behind him, he stopped abruptly and turned around. She halted in the nick of time and stopped herself from bumping into him, then she frowned.

“He is bound to cause a lot of accidents” her thoughts couldn’t help but whisper.

A smile tucked at the corner of his lips when he saw her again, so close to him.

“Are you stalking me?” he teased. His guards became confused and started to look at each other at the sudden change of attitude. This had only happened when he was with the other woman and now her.

“I work with you,” she retorted and rolled her eyes at him. He was back to being annoying again. A jerk she missed these past few hours. Her words would have provoked him, if it was any other person. She was still a mere assistant after all, but it didn’t. How could it when she bore that face?

“You work for me,” he corrected. She really wanted to give him a hard glare at that, but she had to remember who she was. The charming Ivy, so she forced a smile instead and stood on her toes. She was tall, but definitely not as tall as him and because she didn’t want him to bend down, she stood on her toes to touch his hair.

Damon didn’t know what she was up to till her hand was in his hair, soothing his heart and worry while arranging it as best as she could. When she was done, she forced herself to stop wanting to feel his soft hair between her hands and stopped.

“Here….” She added and turned to his suit. It was open and slightly rumpled since he was sleeping but it didn’t stop her from taking the button and closing it up herself.

Damon smiled at her effort and placed his hand on her head where she froze. He gave her a gentle pat saying a job well done. Then he turned back to the direction he was heading to and left her. She gulped and glared at his back wanting to scream at him and tell him that she wasn’t a dog while wanting to knock herself in the head for feeling butterflies in her stomach. Charles stopped her from doing any by coming up front, looking at her and giving her a glare before he walked away. She was just like every other woman, wanting so bad to get Damon and he hated them.

Ivy took a deep breath, arranged her hair, picked up her glasses from her purse, wore it and continued into the building. It was silent and aside from the commotion of the press, the cops, shareholders and some business people, nothing seemed out of place.

The moment she walked in, a lot of eyes turned to her. Glares from all corners were thrown at her and so did murmurings, jealous curses and fearful whisperings. Most still thought her to be the red hair especially after the most recent news while others saw her as an opportunist. She ignored all of them and walked straight to her table.

“What are you doing here?” Sloan entered frantically the moment she sat down.

“Working…” she furrowed her brows at her.

“No, no…. didn’t you see the text I sent you,”

“You need to get out of here. I thought since I arrived before you did, you would have fled after seeing my text,” she took her hand and pulled her up from her seat.

“What? What is going on?”

“We have been waiting for you,” a familiar voice interrupted, leaving the office to turn into a dead zone filled with silence. Ivy turned her attention to the elevator to find Bishop and some other guards right there. She groaned inwardly and balled her hand into a fist at the sight of the smirk on his face. He simply did not know when to stop.

“I heard…” Damon suddenly showed up with his guards and Charles behind him. His presence suddenly made everyone tense and the air grew cold and deadly quiet. With his hand in his side pockets, he stood in front of Bishop, covering Ivy with his body.

“What do you want now?” he gave off a very threatening gaze. It frightened everyone.

“I’m not here for you yet,” Bishop smiled though his eyes held nothing but contempt.

“You are on my property…Bishop,” Damon groaned, impatiently. He had nothing against Bishop but his constant intrusion into his life and business was making him see him as an enemy.

“I’m here with a warrant of arrest,” he walked past Damon and made to go towards Ivy but Damon’s men blocked him off. Damon became uneasily agitated and angry especially since he knew who the cops were here for again.

“I told you that she is the wrong person. Didn’t you encounter her? Can’t you tell the difference?” he retorted and slowly turned around so he could look at Bishop.

“Oh…but I can….”

“That’s why this warrant is not for Aziza, but Ivy Sheridan.”