Phoebe's POV:

I was shopped out and ready to talk with Damien. Unfortunately for me, he was gone. In his place was a note begging me to stay up for him so that we could talk; I threw the note away and ordered takeout. I needed to talk to someone who was a neutral third party in this situation but there was no one. My friends and family were Team Blaine and Team Damien and right now I wanted to talk to someone that was Team Phoebe. There was a point when Damien and I first started dating that people who I did not even know that would come up to me asking how I could break off my engagement with Blaine. If only they knew the truth about the entire situation.

Damien came into our bedroom around midnight carrying Robin in his arms. Batman was curled next to me in Damien's spot fast asleep. He looked at me cautiously, trying to figure out if I was still mad at him or not. I kept my focus on the television that we had installed hanging above the fireplace in our room. Damien began loosening up his tie, his eyes still trained on me.

"Can we compromise?" Damien knelt beside the bed, "I know it's not Greece but I found this bed and breakfast in Jersey that we could stay in this weekend."

"I hate Jersey."

"What about the Poconos or Lake George? Please, I'm trying here Phee."

I turned the television up, pointedly trying to end the television. I saw Damien stand and hoped that he would leave, instead he unplugged the television.

"Hey!"

Batman's ears perked up at the sound of my voice but he did not try to get up from his spot. Robin was running around Damien's legs, trying to bring the attention back to her. Damien ignored her and sat as close as he could to me without me being able to throw something at him.

"I want to go somewhere with you, anywhere, even if it's not Greece. I swear to you that I will not bring a laptop, my cell phone will be turned off, and my tablet will stay here wherever we go this weekend."

I finally looked at him, "No cell phone whatsoever?"

"I swear to you," he moved closer and kissed my hand, "You put up with so much of my shit and I take it for granted. I'm sorry, I wish it was Greece, but Lake George is great during the summer."

"I've always wanted to go," I admitted, "But if we go, I want to go with you. Not your phone and definitely not your stupid Blackberry going off every five minutes."

Damien grinned, "It does not go off every five minutes but your wish is my command. Nothing will beep all weekend and even if it did it wouldn't matter because I'm leaving everything here."

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise," Damien kissed my pinky finger, "I hate arguing with you."

Relaxing, I brought Damien closer to me, "I do too."

"Does this mean that I get my spot on the bed back?"

I shuffled Batman over, much to his dismay, so that Damien could lay next to me. He took off the rest of his clothes and threw them on the floor next to him. When he tried to kiss me on the lips I blocked him, still not ready to give into him.

"No sex until I know for sure that we're going to Lake George. Reservations don't count this time. We have to actually be on the road, better yet, we have to be at the actual hotel."

"Alright, I deserve that," Damien nuzzled my hair, "It's going to happen, I promise. I want you and that purple dress packed for Friday afternoon."

"I think I can make that happen," I played with his hair.

He groaned into my hand, his arms moving to pin me down.

"I said no sex."

"Does that include oral?" Damien's eyes moved their way down my body.

"Not if I'm the one receiving it."

His eyes shone with amusement, "So we're on the same page now?"

Damien inserted his fingers into my mouth before finding their way inside of me. I gasped at the initial shock of coldness but welcomed the touch. His mouth met mine as his fingers moved around, quickening up in pace as my breaths became shallow. Damien's lips broke away from mine as he lowered himself down on me. At first there was teasing, followed by his fingers doing most of the work. I was in ecstasy as Damien explored every part of my lower region with his mouth and fingers. My hands held his head in place, trying to get him to focus on the spot that needed him the most.

"I'm going to," I moaned.

Damien's eyes were trained on me as he continued to eat me out. His eyes were filled with hunger as he led me closer and closer to my orgasm. My mouth fell open as he sucked and licked inside of me. No sound came out as I orgasmed but Damien's mouth kept going until I was forced to let out a moan that if we had neighbors, they would be knocking to make sure that I was okay.

Damien made his way back up to my face, trailing kisses everywhere on my body, "Am I forgiven?"

"You're on the right track," I smiled, drowsy from my orgasm.

"I'm glad," he kissed my neck, "I'm going to go shower. Wait up for me?"

"Always."

I waited for Damien to get inside the shower before getting up to plug the television back in and clean up his mess. This was one relationship where I was the cleaner one. Damien was used to having maids clean up after him, especially when he had his own apartment, and was getting used to living with a woman again.

He climbed back into bed with me after his shower, smelling fresh and clean. Damien pulled me closer to his body before falling asleep. I stayed up watching him, wondering if I was right in putting my faith in him again. I could see that he was trying and I was grateful but I needed to know that business was not always going to come first in our relationship. I fell asleep thinking about it.

Damien was gone when I woke up in the morning. He went in a lot earlier than I did to go to the office. Most days I was able to work from home but today was not one of those days. I loved my team but I loved my bed more. It had been a while since I had even been at the office, preferring to work and meet with people in a less formal setting but I needed to see the progress everyone had made for next month's issue.

O'Keefe was waiting for me downstairs with my third cup of coffee in his hands. Gratefully, I grabbed it from his hands and slid into my seat. We had made a lot of progress over the years to the point that he had even asked me what to get his girlfriend whenever it came to gift shopping. Whether or not he wanted to admit it, we were friends. He was one of the first people to know that Blaine and I were not together and he, if anyone, was the most neutral when it came to my new relationship with Damien. I had tried to get it out of him but he refused to partake in choosing which guy he liked for me better; regardless of how many times that I begged.

We pulled up outside the office and O'Keefe held the door open for me.

"Are you eating with Mr. Zano today or would you like me to pick you up?"

"I don't know if I'm eating with Damien today but I will let you know."

Even though I had gotten him to call me Phoebe, he refused to call Damien anything but Mr. Zano, even after Damien told him not to call him that.

"Have a good day Phoebe," he shook his head, "Tell Mr. Zano that I said hello."

I did not have enough time to see Oliver before the meeting with my team. He had become one of my best friends in New York, especially since he was always able to tell me whatever Damien was doing. I had missed him something fierce when we moved to London. I was happy to be able to see him on a daily basis now.

Everyone was already in the conference room waiting for me, they were used to it by now. Natalie, my assistant, was standing behind my chair prepared with her tablet to take notes. She smiled at my arrival and greeted me with sticky notes of phone calls that I needed to return.

"Sorry I'm late guys," I sat my coffee cup down, "Alright, I want to hear what everyone's done so far."

I was still working with the youth branding of the magazine and was happy to be doing it. The people were my age, had the same creative mindset that I did, and were a lot more easygoing than what Damien had to deal with. He sometimes sat at the meeting, mostly to bring ideas and progress reports back to his father, causing everyone to be uptight. Damien hated that they did not like him as much as me, especially because he was their boss first, but there was nothing he could do; he was the boss's son.

By the end of the meeting, I was confidant in what everyone had and was ready to present it to Mr. Zano. I had it easier than Damien did and was somewhat happy that my standards were not as high as his. Everything I did Mr. Zano praised, whether or not he did it because I was Damien's fiancée I never knew. Natalie followed me to my office, reading me messages that were left with her.

"-Lastly, Mr. Zano wants you to come to his office for lunch later."

"Which Zano?"

"Your fiancé."

I nodded, "Alright, thanks Natalie. I'm going to answer these calls first and respond to some emails."

"Of course Ms. Grey and welcome back," she smiled before shutting the door.

Damien's POV:

I was called to my father's office before lunch. I had already told him that I was going away with Phoebe for the weekend, something he had recommended a while back, but I had never been able to do until now. Oliver waved me in before focusing on his laptop. I could already hear my father yelling at someone on the phone. I walked around his office, waiting for him to finish his ranting to find out what he wanted. There was a photo of me and him hanging on the wall next to his desk from a few years back, right before we moved to London. Phoebe had thought that it would be sentimental, I did not see it that way.

"I need this on my desk by tomorrow," my father slammed down his phone.

I turned to face him, "You summoned?"

"Funny," he shook his head, "What do you think about us hiring Blaine's company as our new security company."

"What?" I asked in disbelief, "You can't be serious."

"I am," my father stood up, "Think of what kind of message it would send to him. You'll basically be his boss."

"He would never agree to this and Phoebe think that I did this intentionally. She's just getting over the fact that we aren't going to Greece, I don't need to start another argument with her."

"Say that I hired them, I don't care, but if you want to keep your fiancée, you need to make sure Blaine knows who's in charge," my father said.

"Using his company to prove that I'm better than him is low, even for you."

"You'll thank me for this. I already signed the contract. It's a win-win situation for everyone involved. You'll be able to keep an eye on him, he'll be making a very generous amount, and I get to get rid of the shit company that we have now."

"What am I supposed to say to Phoebe?"

"Whatever you have to," his phone rang, "I'll see you later."

I was being dismissed and sent to my death. Phoebe was waiting for me in my office for lunch. I did not want my father to become involved in whatever was going on between me and Blaine but he was right. Doing this gave me the upper hand and allowed me to make good on my promise to do whatever it took to keep Phoebe.

"I just wanted you to know before you heard it from someone else," I held her hand.

"I really don't think this is a good idea Damien," she shook her head, "There are thousands of security companies, why does it have to be Blaine's?"

I tried my best to look innocent but I hated lying to her, "My father was recommended him by his other friends' company and he thinks that it it'll be good to have someone we know on the inside."

"I don't like this, I don't want you guys to hire him."

"It's already done, my father already signed the paperwork. I just thought you should know. It could be a good thing, it'll give me a chance to get to know him better."

Phoebe frowned, "Why do you want to know him better?"

"He was part of your life. You can't keep the two of us away from one another forever. What's the big deal? Am I your dirty little secret?"

I tried to seem carefree but the way she was acting made me think that there was something that she was not telling me.

"I just don't want to be in the middle of this. I won't be a pawn in this."

"How could you think that? You're my fiancée, not an object to be won. I can try and tell my father how against this you are but you know him. He's hard to negotiate with and do you really want him messing with our vacation?"

She ran her fingers through her hair, "You swear you had no idea?"

"I promise."

"Alright, I trust you," she kissed me, "Now let me tell you about my meeting this morning."