She Stans The CEO

Chapter 4: Don't Provoke Me

“We can’t do this, boss,” Kylie said, looking away from Damien.

“Oh, come on. There’s nothing wrong with it,” he countered. Damien brushed the hair on her shoulder aside, then moved his hand up to do the same around her ears. “I know you like it, too. You enjoy it.”

When his hand brushed against her skin, she gasped. Her body trembled as she felt a slight electric spark between their skin. She could feel her knees getting weak and the butterflies were fluttering inside her stomach.

He chuckled. “My-o-my, the ears are your weakness,” he said as he intentionally caressed her ears with his thumbs.

She whimpered, closing her eyes while goosebumps rising on her entire body. It’s getting harder for her to breathe properly.

“Remember the taste when you put it in your mouth?” He whispered in her ear.

FFFFAAAAAAAAKKKKK - her inner thought screamed. He’s one deadly seducer that exists in the world, or in the universe.

“You enjoy every taste.” Damien pulled a piece of cloth from his trousers' pocket.

“But-but- uh-” She wanted to resist, but she got distracted. She grunted and grabbed both of Damien’s hands, stopping the source of her distraction. “But why am I the only one who goes to the shop?” She finally could get her voice out, more like squeaking it out.

Damien flinched as he finished putting the mask on Kylie’s face - a special ordered mask he bought for her. He never thought a hamster could squeak. Her almond-shaped eyes were glaring at him. Those eyes combined with what’s printed on the mask made him laugh.

“Why are you laughing? What is this mask?” Kylie asked. Her hands were rummaging inside her purse, looking for her cosmetic mirror. She put up the mirror and saw her reflection. She was baffled. “Wha-wha-what?”

Damien laughed so hard, seeing her reaction.

“Why is there a hamster’s mouth on this mask??!!” she shrieked.

He kept on laughing. His body was shaking as tears escaped from the corner of his eyes.

“You’re nasty, boss. N-A-S-T-Y!” She spelled as her eyes grew big and her teeth gritted in anger. She pulled off the mask of her face.

“Don’t take it off,” Damien said. He wiped the tears from his eyes. “Do you want to be known as the Yo-shakes girl?”

They were sitting in the car, in front of the recently hyped frozen yoghurt shakes shop. It’s his idea to come here, and he dragged her along, to do an errand for him. The task was simple, yet it’s peculiar. She would go in and buy all ten of the mixed flavors Yo-shakes for them, well, for him.

“Of course I don’t want to be known as a Yo-shake cray, that is why I don’t want to do it.” She pouted and crossed her arms across her chest.

Damien rolled his eyes. Every day the same struggles, but he knew how to handle this ‘stan’.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do it?” He asked. “Although, I have prepared my old t-shirt for you as my thank you token.”

Kylie flinched. She could get Damien’s t-shirt for free? She could save a lot of money because of that. God knows how expensive that would be in the fan’s auction.

The hamster almost bite the bait - Damien thought. He smirked. He prepared it last night, just in case something like this would happen. He even splashed a bit of his aftershave on it to lure his ‘cute hamster’ into the trap.

She just needs encouragement - he thought. He took his t-shirt from the back seat, waggled it in front of her face, letting her catch a whiff of the aftershave, then playfully let it dangle in the air.

She grabbed the t-shirt. “All the mixed flavors, right?”

Damien’s face was painted with his winning smile. “All ten.”

She pulled the t-shirt away from Damien’s hand, tucked it into her bag, before heading to the shop. She didn’t care people would think she’s a weirdo buying all the mixed flavors, as long the t-shirt was hers, it’s all worth the effort - and the future savings.

Damien chuckled as his eyes followed Kylie’s back, entering the shop. This girl never ceased to amaze him.

It had been two weeks since their first weird encounter. They were having a foodie adventure almost every day - except for the weekends. During those two weeks, Damien learnt more about his group of stans, which in this case, he was convinced they were ‘stalkers’ instead of simple fans. Kylie showed him his three most famous unofficial fan pages and, to his dismay, he now realized that every second of his life was being followed; be it pictures or videos. He’s in awe of their dedication, and at the same time, terrified.

However, there’s a fan page that stood different from the rest - ‘Damien’s Queen’ fan page. Although the stalking was the same, this page also focuses on his achievements - not only his looks. There were some posts on that page clarifying recent rumors regarding Damien, as if the page was acting like his publicist. They saw him as human as well, not only as an object.

There’s also an auction of his things. How the hell did they come into possession of his stuff? Should he review his home security staff? - he wondered. From his sports t-shirt, socks, even his used toothbrush. He hoped they would at least clean it before selling it. But you never knew.

“Did you take part in the auction?” he asked Kylie one day while clicking on each of the auction items. The things listed there were not cheap. The so-called authentic ‘Damien’s baseball cap’ was worth $1000. He didn’t even remember ever owning that cap.

Her eyes slowly moved to the right while biting her lower lip. “Uh, n-n-no,” she hesitated.

He knew she’s lying though, evinced in her face. She behaved like a cornered hamster. Funny enough, he didn’t mind that his hamster had his things. That’s why that night - at his apartment - he went through his old stuff just for her. Then he found out he could use it for trade, just like what he had done now.

He saw her coming out of the shop with each hand carrying a big bag. Her body swayed from side to side, having trouble balancing because of those heavy bags. In his eyes, she looked like a drunk hamster.

“Where do you want to have this?” She’s having a hard time lifting both of her hands up.

Damien took the bags from her hand, placing it on the back seat. He opened the passenger door for Kylie. “I know just the right place.”

*****

“Is it okay for me to come here, boss?” Kylie asked.

Damien entered his office room, followed by Kylie behind him. He switched on the light, then the dark office turned bright.

Kylie couldn’t help being amazed by the size and the interior of the room. Her eyes observed the entire room. The penthouse office room's size alone was doubled compared to her department office room, she shared the room with a dozen people while Damien had the entire room for himself. Two walls were full glass windows that overlooked the city view; she could see tall buildings with their colorful neon signs. A wonderful place to work - she thought. The interior was minimalistic, with shades of grey as the basic color theme.

“Nice place, boss,” she said.

Damien replied with a smile. He’s busy unpacking their Yo-shakes on the table and arranging them alphabetically. He sat in his chair, looking proudly at his work.

“Boss, do you have OCD?” She asked after observing how neat and in order the Yo-shakes cups were on the table. “I noticed that these past two weeks.” She cringed.

Damien sent a slap on the back of her head.

“Ouch!” She winced. “I’m just saying. Geez, you’re so sensitive,” she said while rubbing her head where it hurt.

“Don’t talk too much. Just choose which one you want to try?” Damien pulled the middle cup. ‘Fig Lemon Yo-shake’ - he read. He slurped to have a taste; refreshing - he thought. The honey-like sweetness with a subtle hint of berry from the Fig blended nicely with the hint of sourness from the Lemon and Yoghurt.

“Have a taste. This is refreshing,” he said, while handing the cup to Kylie.

“Oh! Indirect kiss,” she squealed. She grabbed the cup and her eyes fixated on the straw, which was used by Damien. She took a deep breath and nervously placed her lips on it.

“My god! You act like a pervert.” Damien giggled.

“Shush! Don’t ruin my moment,” she ordered.

The hamster was getting bold - he thought.

As she drank the Yo-shake, the flavors burst inside her mouth. Damien wasn’t lying, it’s so refreshing. “Mmmmhhhh….” she moaned, enjoying her moment.

He always amazed how this small lady could enjoy every food and drink that she had. Did she even realize how erotic the sound she made? And the blissful expression she had now - people might interpret it differently.

“Having a food-gasm?” He teased her.

“Most of the time, delicious food and drinks are better than s*x,” she responded without looking at him. She took a spoonful of the Yo-shake and licked it till her heart content.

Damien wondered who was the pervert here? As much as he enjoyed their foodie adventure, but he enjoyed the most was watching her eating and indulging her food or drinks.

“I guessed all the men you’ve been with. None of them was satisfying enough to make you think that.” He took the next cup, ‘Mango Papaya Yo-shake,’ and grabbed Kylie’s spoon to dig into his shake. “This one is not bad.”

“Well, all I can say is that none of them are as tasty as this Yo-shake,” she replied. Her eyes squinted while looking to the left - recalling her dating experience.

Damien chuckled. Those poor men were being compared to Yoghurt drinks and still lost. This hamster had an exquisite taste palette. He wondered what would make her satisfied? What kind of man would make her change her opinion about that?

Kylie picked another cup, when suddenly the cup slipped from her hand and dived freely into Damien’s lap.

“Oh, s**t!” She cursed. “I’m sorry, boss.” She panicked and grabbed the nearby tissue.

Damien stood up. “It’s okay, Kylie.”

“Not okay!” She tapped the dry tissue on his thighs, close enough to his crotch.

This is dangerous - he thought. “Kylie, it’s okay. I have a change in the bathroom.” He tried to push her away from him.

Instead, Kylie grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit in his chair again. She knelt on the floor between his legs while continuing to tap the dry tissue on his inner thighs. Her face grew closer to his groin.

Damien was baffled, yet he enjoyed the view. His primal instinct grew inside his mind. Before he could react, the office door swung open and Henry Royce went in.

“Damien, for the next meeting….” Royce halted after he saw the scene in front of him.

There was a woman kneeling in between his best friend’s thighs. Her face was so close to his private part, moving up and down.

Royce's sudden entrance startled both Kylie and Damien. They looked at Royce, who stood there with a quizzical expression on his face. It was a full two minutes of silent awkwardness.

“Ahem.” Royce cleared his throat. “Pardon. Please carry on,” he said as he fled the office room.

“Argh!” Damien groaned.

Kylie flinched. She looked up to see his stressed face.

He pinched Kylie by the nose. “Hamster, stop provoking me.”

“Huh?” Kylie got confused - she didn't understand what he meant.