The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 40: His brother

Chapter 40: His brother

When Beatrix came downstairs after taking her shower she saw Damien in the kitchen deep in thought.

"Damien, what are you doing here? Have you recovered enough to cook?"

Damien grinned at her and nodded, "Yeah I know you missed my cooking these past few days. Tell me what do you want to have for breakfast?"

He said in a playful voice.

Blushing slightly, Beatrix replied, "I don’t know you’re the chef. Surprise me?".

"Alright sit and observe. A good student must always pay attention."

In one swift movement, he lifted her off the ground, placing her on the countertop.

Beatrix watched with interest as Damien glided across the kitchen, opening the cabinets and fishing out different spices.

"So what is Chef Niarchos preparing today"

Beatrix questioned.

"Of course for his beautiful fiancé."

"Beautiful fiancé, huh?" Damien said, a smile gracing his lips. "Yup." Beatrix nodded.

"Well since I want to fatten my beautiful fiancé and thank her for taking care of me I’m going to cook her something delicious."

"Well then I can’t wait!"

Damien chuckled before turning around and gathering up some ingredients.

"So, since I want to impress my cute beautiful fiancé , I shall prepare a secret recipe."

"Ooo." Beatrix gushed. "And what is this secret recipe?"

Damien walked up to her, getting extremely close before whispering in her ear. "A secret."

A tinge of pink shade embrace her cheek and Damien couldn’t help but chuckle and caressed it softly with his thumb.

"You’re cute when you get all shy. I love seeing you blush."

He said, pressing a kiss on her cheeks. It was a harmless kiss but Beatrix couldn’t stop her heart from beating fast.

She fiddled with her fingers and lowered her head so that he couldn’t see the blush on her face.

"Okay let’s get started!"

Without ado, Damien jumped into action, walking

all around the kitchen as he grabbed different ingredients of the shelves.

Flour,butter, oil, sugar,nutmeg, salt.....

Beatrix noticed. "Oh, From watching lots of cooking shows on YouTube, I’d say someone’s making baked goods."

Damien chuckled and shook his head, "Try again dear."

Damien poured out some of the flour and mixed in the rest of the dry ingredients in an electric mixture while mixing the milk and water aside.

Beatrix watched in amusement as he kneaded the dough with deep concentration. After 15 minutes of watching him she saw that he was shaping the dough into a golf ball.

After that he placed them on a floured tray and covered them.

"Why are you covering them?" She was clearly curious about this secret recipe.

"So that they doubled in size. We will leave it for 30 minutes then I will start frying."

"Oh.."

"Yeah while waiting let me prepare porridge to go with it." Damien winked, taking a box out of the cabinet.

"What porridge are you going to be making?"

Damien looked up from the bowl he was pouring the corn dough inside.

"Spicy corn dough porridge."

"Eh? Where did you get all these ingredients?"

Damien added water to the dough and started to mix it with his fingers.

"At the supermarket. They sell it there."

Beatrix rolled her eyes at him and he chuckled, "I come here when I’m on vacation and I love cooking so I make sure I have stock up my cabinet and fridge. Also this is a hideout for my brother when he comes to the city-"

"Brother?" Beatrix asked, confused. She had read all she could about Damien when her father had informed her about the marriage but all the information said he was an only child. So where from this mysterious brother?

"Yeah. I have a younger brother. I keep him away from the public eyes in order to protect him. He is a little reckless. If people know he is related to me they would use him as my weakness and I love that boy. I would do anything for him." He said with a smile gracing his lips.

Damien stared at Beatrix, their eyes locking for what seemed an eternity. His barriers were breaking down easily as he opened his heart out the the green eyed girl in front of him.

Beatrix was also mesmerized by the sight. For the first time she saw Damien’s eyes dancing with happiness. He must really love his brother.

Having three brothers, she understood him perfectly.

"Should I be jealous of your brother Damien? The way you’re talking about him it seems he has occupied all the spaces in your heart. Is there room for me?"

Beatrix pouted.

Damien shook his head laughing. "Well I don’t know darling, is there?" He raised his brows at her, teasing her.

"Humph!" Beatrix snorted, folding her arms across her chest and looking away from him.

Damien walked towards her and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"Don’t worry Beatrix. At the end of the day both of you’re are going to be the most important people in my life. My brother and the mother of my kids."

Beatrix flushed and bit her lips.

"So tell me more about your brother. Where is he? How come I have never heard you talking about him?"

Damien washed his hands and come to sit beside her on the counter. Both of their legs dangled off the edge as they sat together, staring ahead.

Beatrix smiled, looking down at their legs rocking back and forth.

"Well he is not my biological brother though. My dad brought him home one day. At first I thought he was his illegitimate son so I didn’t really like him. But he would always follow me around no matter how bad I treated him."

Damien said with a smile on his lips as if he was reminiscing the memories.

"One night I was passing by his room and I saw him having a nightmare crying for his mom and dad. I went to comfort him and asked him about his nightmares.

He told me his father and mother was murdered in front of him by some men. His father was my dad’s childhood friend so my dad took him in. Ever since I let him sleep with me and we became inseparable. I will lay my life down just to protect him."

Beatrix smiled seeing a bit of innocence flash

through the amber in Damien’s eyes. It was true that the burden of the mafia leader position had changed the man Damien once was.

But at the end of the day, he still had a bit of a child embedded within him. It just helped to prove that he wasn’t what the world portrayed him as. He wasn’t coldhearted.