Chaotic Resemblance

The house is cold. Not because of the lack of warmth but also the lack of life. Sited at the kitchen counter was Damien, his dirty blonde hair falling over his face as his head was bent forward. Unmoving in that position. He had nothing else to live for, no fight left in him Everything he loved, cherished, and cared for was gone. His first love, Lauren was now married to his ex-best friend Nathan, his fiancée, Jane was now dead because of him.

He sits upright, only to pick up his glass filled with alcohol as he lets it slide down his throat. He needed to not feel, that was all he wanted now. He slammed the glass on the table just as his phone rang. It was Luke, his private investigator, who connected the call on the last ring.

"Tell me you found something," said Damien, with his voice rough and around the edge.

"I found something," Luke said over the phone "And even more" he completed. Damien's breath stopped for a minute in anticipation.

"Just sent the photos to your email, you might want to check those out," Luke said, his voice distracted like he was looking for something".

"Anything else?" Damien asked.

"Yes," Luke answered like he was out of breath "It was Nathan that tried to kill you" He whispered, afraid of what Damien might do.

"You're sure it was him?" Damien asked again, disbelief smearing his thoughts.

"Yes sir, I've sent the CCTV clip, you can confirm for yourself."

Damien nodded absentmindedly, hanging up in the process. They might not be friends anymore, but Nathan wouldn't intentionally want to hurt him. He was about to find out otherwise.

The first thing Damien check was the black and white video that showed Nathan entering his beach house in Malibu where Jane had been staying for the weekend. He watched masked men go in after him and, in a few minutes, they were all out. He shouldn't have left Jane alone, Damien would never forgive himself as he watched the house blow up with Jane in it.

What caught his eye was the picture that was underneath the video. It was a picture of Lauren carrying a little boy with a smile on her face. He hadn't even known she had been pregnant. But that was the problem.

It was the bright green eyes of the boy that stared back at him that were unsettling, down to the dirty blonde hair that was curly and sat at the top of the boy's head. It couldn't be. Damien was peering down at a little version of him, this had to be some trick. He traced the boy's face and saw the mark he currently possessed. It was like a small crescent moon, burned close to his ear, the little boy had the same birthmark. This only meant one thing, Lauren had a child, and it was definitely his.

At that moment something woke up in Damien. He had to save his child from Nathan. If he had the mind to want him dead, then there was no telling what he could do to his son that was under the same roof with him. Or to Lauren even. He had to save the only thing that he had left in this world. It was time to pay his parents a visit.

In a couple hours, Damien's private jet touched down in Seattle. He was torn between staying at his parent's condo and renting an apartment where he could keep an eye on them. He chose the first one as his driver turned towards the home where he grew up as a child.

He watched the buildings pass in a blur, his mind wandering back to the past when he was happy, and Lauren was right there in his arms where she belonged. He thought of her jet-black straight hair that would billow in the wind whenever they went for their evening walk in the park.

His memory went down to the time she had asked him to leave and to never see him again. It had been the worst day of his life. Lauren that loved and adored him so much had nothing but hatred towards him. It tore at his heart, how all the had could be crashed with just a few words.

He wondered if she would welcome him with open arms, he doubted it. She had made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with him. All he had to do was, get custody of his son and he would be out of her life, for good this time. He didn't dream of coming back here since the last day he saw Lauren. Everywhere had a memory of them, each too painful to dwell on now. It was almost a year and he hated to admit he was still very much in love with her.

The car pulled into the large gate of his childhood home. He could tell his parents were home from the country music that was faint in the air and the scent of soup that wafted into his nose as he walked through the front door.

His father was spinning his mother as they danced to one of their favorite songs, so lost in each other they didn't notice Damien walk to the burner and put it off. It wasn't until the song finished that his mother jumped when she turned and saw Damien sitting there, with a smug smile on his lips.

"Damien! How did you get in here?" His mother asked, startled but walked towards him anyway, engulfing him in a warm hug. Damien didn't realize just how much he missed his parents until now.

"I just got in" he answered brightly before shaking his father in greeting. The old man smiled at him but that was all, he didn't show his emotions too much.

"I thought you would never come back here again," his mother said, still holding unto his hand like he was a little boy, and she was afraid that he would try to leave.

"I thought so too" Damien muttered to himself. "Let's have lunch first before I bore you with my story," He said instead.

"Oh! I had something on the fire" she said, suddenly remembering she had been cooking before her husband whisked her away.

"Thank you!" Damien said laughing as his mother put the stove back on. She laughed as she continued cooking, at least they didn't burn their house down.

Damien turned to his father who motioned for them to go outside. Damien followed him obediently until they reached the gazebo, away from his mother's hearing. His father turned, looking at him with his piercing eyes.

Damien pulled up the photo on his phone and showed it to his father. He expected shock, disbelief, anger on his father's face but he got none. Instead, the old man was quiet, like there was nothing out of the ordinary in the picture.

"You knew," Damien said quietly, realization dawning on him. Of course, they would know, they lived in the same city as her. His father nodded, regret the only thing that filled his eyes.

"Why did no one tell me?" Damien asked betrayal and tears lacing his voice. He couldn't believe his own parents would leave him in the dark like that.

"She doesn't know the child is yours," His father said.

Damien shook his head not believing a single word his father was saying. "How can she not know? I wasn't sure at first but, he has the same mark that I do, at the same place just beneath my ear, we have the same eyes, the hair...how can she not know that?"

"She hasn't been the same since she got married to Nathan, something is wrong with her Damien, but I don't know what it is".

"Did he hurt her?" Damien asked, fear suddenly taking over his senses.

His father looked at him for a while, contemplating his answer "Physically...no. Mentally, I'm not so sure, there's something off about her".

"I have to see them, they're not safe with Nathan," he said

"Why?" his father asked

"He tried to kill me" Damien answered, "He blew up my house thinking I was there and only succeeded in killing Jane".

"You can't be sure about that" his father argued. "I'm sorry about Jane," his father said after a while.

Damien said no more. He had to figure out something on his own. He also didn't want to get his parents involved, it was the only way he could protect them.

"I'll be going in before your mother comes out here wondering why we're taking so long" His father pat his shoulder as he walked past him back into the house. Damien looked around the house, he couldn't leave his parents alone here, not while Nathan was around. He could pull anything.

The problem was his parents would never leave this house even if he tried to persuade them. He called Luke who answered on the first ring.

"I want you to send a few men to watch my parents all day, discreetly, the last thing I want is for them to find out. Increase the security inside the house and always have men on standby" he said into the phone and hung up before he could hear Luke's reply. He had to think of something really fast before Nathan knows he's around and decides to make a move.

Damien walked back into the house as if nothing had happened so his mother would not be suspicious. He sat at the table as she began to lay out the dishes, his father helping her with the process.

"Now tell me why you're back here," His mother said.

Damien exchanged a glance with his father before he cleared his throat "Just here to handle a few businesses, that's all. I bet you're happy to see me" He teased her.

His mother blushed, letting the pink stain her cheeks "You know I am. Why didn't you come with Jane?" his mother asked.

He was still for a while not sure how to answer the question. His mother had been fond of her, she wouldn't take the truth very well.

"She's fine, you know how she is. Always traveling..." He said, with the most smile he could force out.

"I'm glad to hear that," his mother said, "She should come to visit one of these days, I've not seen her bright face in a long while" She finished and sat down beside her husband at the table.

"I'll let her know," Damien said before stuffing food in his mouth so she wouldn't question him further.

Damien was about to take another bite when he heard the front door open and somebody knocks making him alert. He saw his mother's face freeze but paid no attention to it. He excused himself from the table to see who it was.

Straight black hair was the first thing he saw as the door opened before bright brown eyes stared into his green ones. The air around him suddenly came to a standstill. His heart-stopping for a moment, unable to process the person standing in front of him.

In all his plans, he hadn't prepared himself for when he would see Lauren again. He willed for the anger that he felt towards her to consume him but there was none. It was like all he felt for her these past months came a thousand times more to him.

Lauren said nothing as she stared at Damien. The weight of the grocery bags she was carrying finally weighed in on her and she walked past him into the kitchen. She put them down on the counter and began putting everything away into the fridge.

Damien stared after her, following her every move as she walked around the kitchen until she was done putting the grocery away. She turned then to face him and just like lightning she ran to him and hugged him with everything she had.

There was light, plenty of it, shining through the dark that had blanketed Damien for the past couple of months. The moment their skin touched he sighed in relief, it was like he could breathe again. He finally put his arms around her, he was finally home but only for a short moment.

"What are you doing here?" she asked after detaching herself from him. He craved her warmth the moment he put space between them, watching as she put her guards back up.

"This is my home Lauren, why won't I be here?" he asked, slowly becoming angry when the memory of her asking him to leave start seeping back into his head.

"You left," She said, in an accusing tone, looking at him with so much disdain. Damien didn't understand why she was angry when it was her that had pushed him away.

"You asked me to leave" he reminded her before going back to sit at the table. His parents looked at both of them as Lauren took the empty seat beside him. They had not been expecting Damien or they would've told Lauren to come.

"What are you talking about?" Lauren whispered to Damien, so his parents wouldn't hear.

"I'm not going over this with you Lauren," he said simply, he wanted to dive head in first and ask how his child was doing but he didn't want to ruin the mood at the table for his parents. No one spoke after that, each to their own meal while his parents chatted with each other.

After the meal, Lauren helped Paula, Damien's mother clean up. She was humming to herself as Lauren dried off the dishes. Lauren knew Paula was stalling, she wanted to say something to her concerning Damien, and she didn't know what to expect of the woman she'd known since she was a kid.

She and Damien had been childhood sweethearts up until a couple years ago when he broke up with her. The memory of it hurt but she consoled herself every night with Harry in her arms. That was the last gift Damien gave her even though he wasn't aware of it. She couldn't tell him for the fear that he would take Harry away from her forever.

"Will you tell him?" Paula asked as if reading her mind.

Lauren looked outside where Damien was talking with his father. He suddenly turned, their gazes clashing as he looked inside the house. She looked away. "I can't tell him," She said, gripping the counter.

"You have to dear," Paula said, placing a hand on her shoulder "He has the right to know, you can't hide it forever".

Lauren looked at her, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes, "What if he takes Harry away, and I never get to see him again?"

"We both know Damien is anything but cruel, he wouldn't do anything that would intentionally hurt you, you have to give him that".

What Lauren wanted to say was that Damien was indeed cruel. For leaving her when she needed him the most, he was cruel. She had cried every night and day at the hospital with his name on her lips, wishing to wake up in his arms, wishing that him leaving her was a dream.

Eventually, she had learned to live without him, she put all her focus on raising Harry, their son. There were days she couldn't bear to look at the little boy without remembering Damien and everything they could have been, a family. He threw all that away only to get engaged to some other girl. The anger she felt towards him was back and she was grateful for fear that all the love she had for him would come back.

"Go and talk to him, you both should resolve your issues. It'll make you feel better, I promise". Paula left after that, as she went to meet her husband so they could give the former lovebirds space to talk.

Lauren walked slowly towards Damien as he stood looking at her. She dreaded every step that she took that brought her closer to him and the truth.

"We need to talk," She said, once she was in hearing distance.

"Clearly" Damien mused. He didn't know how to address the issue to her. Her husband trying to kill him or her keeping his child away from him.

"How's your child doing?" He asked carefully, watching for her reaction, he got none.

"He's fine" She answered in a voice that couldn't give away whatever she was thinking. He sat down and patted the empty space beside him. After several seconds Lauren finally sat beside him, so close that she could feel the heat that was radiating from him.

"I didn't know you were pregnant," he said, whispering the last word as if he was afraid of it and the effect it would have on her.

"Well, yeah. You left so I didn't think it was necessary".

Damien turned to ger causing his thigh to brush against hers, "I didn't leave on my own, you asked me to" he said.

Lauren turned to him confused "I would never ask you to leave Damien, I love you...why would I want you to leave? At the hospital..."

"You said you didn't want to see me, ever again" he finished for her "You asked them to throw me out of the hospital, that you never wanted to see my face again".

"What are you talking about? I never said that"

"Yes, you did, Nathan wouldn't even let me see you for the last time, I deserved that at the very least," Damien said, unable to stop the tear that had escaped from his eye.

"I don't know who told you that, there has to be a mix-up somewhere. I love you with all my heart Damien, I cried for you every time I woke up on that hospital bed"

He laughed but it held no humor, it was nothing but pain "Nathan told me..."

"I don't know what Nathan told you!" She finally screamed, there was so much confusion in her head, that day was hazy, but she remembered parts of it anyway.

"When I woke up and asked for you, you weren't there. I didn't know how long I'd been in a coma for after the accident. All I recall was screaming for you and you weren't there".

"Lauren..."

"After weeks of endless torture you finally came but something was wrong, even I could feel it. You broke up with me Damien" She was crying now, the tears flowing in a steady motion from her eyes "I didn't understand what I did wrong, but you ended it with me and now you're back telling me that I pushed you away?" she was hitting his chest now, hating the fact that she was reliving that cold day in her head.

Damien sat there and let her hit him, she finally fell to his chest sobbing and he held her, gently stroking her hair like he always did.

"Something is not right here," he said, "It's not possible that we both remember that day differently," He said, trying to find reason in all the mess "I could never break up with you Lauren," he said, wiping the tears away from her face.

"Is that why you married Nathan?" he asked. She nodded.

"When I came to see you that day, what was I wearing?" He asked suddenly.

Lauren sniffed before answering "It was a white shirt and pink pants. I thought it was odd because you hated pink".

"That wasn't me," he said, suddenly realizing it as he spoke aloud.

"What?"

"That couldn't have been me. I hate pink Lauren, I would never wear pink" he said, his head whirling with unanswered questions.

Lauren sat up, realizing that this just changed a lot between them "Then who was that?"

"Nathan" he answered, realization suddenly dawning on him "That was my clone that day Lauren?"

"Clone? That shit doesn't exist Damien!"

"It does," He said, his tone turning serious "Back when we were in college, Nathan was messing around in his lab and made a clone of me, he could've done the same again, there's no telling with him."

"Why would he go through all that trouble?" she asked.

"He has always loved you, Lauren, surely you're not that oblivious. He must've wanted me out of the picture"

"That's unbelievable, Nathan would never do that," She said, her husband would never intentionally hurt someone. Not the kind quiet man that Lauren had come to care for during their marriage.

"How did he propose to you?" Damien asked out of the blue.

Lauren thought hard about the answer but couldn't come up with any. All she remembered when she woke up was that she was married to Nathan, she couldn't even remember the wedding-if there was any. Everything surrounding the time she got together with Nathan was hazy, she was beginning to see the truth in what Damien was saying.

"He just got on his knee..."

"You're lying" Damien cut her off "You're twirling your hair around your finger and you look so unsure of what you're saying," he said. He wasn't sure if he should let her know the husband, she trusted so much killed his fiancée.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Damien, we're already married, there's nothing any of us can do about it now," she said, avoiding eye contact with him.

"This changes a lot! You married him against your own will. If he hadn't pulled that stunt of me breaking up with you, you wouldn't be married to him, ever!" he said, losing his temper, he stood up pacing the soft grass.

"We can't change anything, we're legally married, Nathan and me. You can't expect me to just pack up and follow you"

"I expect you to do just that!" Damien yelled, he couldn't understand how she could remain with Nathan after what they just found out. If Nathan could go through the trouble of making a clone and trying to kill him, he couldn't imagine what he would do to Lauren if he found out she knew what he did. Maybe it was best she remained with him.

"What of you?" Lauren asked, "What of the girl you so readily got engaged to?" She asked out of anger.

Damien didn't answer, he couldn't. How would he explain to her that her husband killed his fiancée in an attempt to get rid of him?

"Can't answer now, can you?"

"She's dead" he finally said, forcing the words out of his lips with so much disdain.

"What?" Lauren asked, unable to process what he just said.

"She's dead Lauren" the words were even more painful than when he'd first uttered them.

"I'm sorry...I didn't know" She said, suddenly regretting why she had asked him. She shouldn't have lashed out at him, but she couldn't also do what he wanted. Yes, she still loved Damien deeply like she always had but now she was married and had a duty to her husband and family.

"What if my son?" Damien asked, using the last card he could get her back. He couldn't lose both of them to Nathan, he had to use his son to get Lauren back. That was the only way, especially now he knew that Lauren had always wanted him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," She said, looking away so Damien wouldn't notice the tremble of her lips as the lie slipped out of her lips. She wouldn't let Damien take Harry away because he couldn't have her.

"Don't lie to me Lauren"

"I really don't know what you're talking about"

"How then do you explain your son's green eyes. Neither you nor Nathan have green eyes and the hair Lauren. Even a blind man can see the resemblance"

"That does not make him your son! Is that why you're here? To take him away?"

Damien turned and looked her dead in the eyes "If that is what it takes to have you back then yes!"

On days like this Lauren hated the mornings because she would have to face the fears the day would bring. She turned to face little Harry whose face was pressed into her neck. She watched his tiny form breathe and take in life.

She remembered when she first found out she was pregnant. She had to be angry that the baby growing inside her would remind her of what she had lost, what could have been. But with time she started to love her little bundle of Joy. He was the one that made life bearable for her, he made her life worth living.

Lauren wondered why Nathan never mentioned the baby looking like Damien. The two had been best friends since childhood so he was bound to know where the green eyes and jet-black hair came from.

She felt Nathan stir on his own side of the bed before she felt his hand embrace her and Harry. Lauren was sure they looked like the perfect happy family at the moment. They were far from it.

"What are you thinking off this early in the morning?" he asked, rubbing the spot above her elbow with his eyes still closed and a voice deep with sleep.

She wasn't sure if she should talk to him about Harry, why it never bothered him that she had his ex-best friend's child whilst they were married.

"I was just thinking about Harry, you never asked any questions even when he was born and all you could see were green eyes," she said softly, afraid of what his reaction would be.

He stood up from the bed, the duvet falling from his body to reveal well-sculpted muscles, every part of Nathan was hot, Lauren acknowledged that, but at the end of the day, he wasn't Damien.

"What do you want me to say?" Nathan asked her as he walked into the closet to grab a t-shirt before entering the bathroom.

Lauren stood up after making sure Harry was still asleep and followed him. "I don't know, anything. We've been married for almost four years and you've not mentioned anything. Are you angry that I had him? Are you..."

"I'm mad!" he said, turning to her. "I'm angry that you had a kid for your ex when married to me, is that what you want to hear?" he was almost yelling now, his hands gripping the sink tightly.

"I'm sorry" She whispered.

"You see? That's why I never said anything because all you'll be able to do is say sorry" he walked slowly to where she stood "I can't change what happened no matter how much I want to. So, I'm choosing to not dwell on it and instead focus on us all as a family. I love you, Lauren, I always have, and I won't let anything ruin what we have".

He put her forehead to hers, slowly breathing in her scent. At that moment Nathan looked nothing like a man who would cause a breakup for his own benefit. Lauren believed him at that moment that he would never genuinely hurt someone. Not when he loved her like this. If she couldn't have Damien, Nathan's love was enough to get her through life.

They stared at each other for a while before Nathan claimed her in a kiss. Slowly ravishing her mouth as he carried her and placed her on the sink. Standing between her legs he tilted her head for better access.

Lauren moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed her body before coming to rest at the curve of her back. He broke the kiss and pulled her nightgown over her head. She felt his gaze roam her body, setting every part of her ablaze with just his eyes.

"You are beautiful," Nathan said with admiration in his eyes "I don't know how he ever let go of you but I'm glad he did," he said before dipping his head and claiming her again. Lauren surrendered her entire body to him as he drove them both into ecstasy before coming down from their all-time high as Harry's high-pitched cry broke through their moment.

"Is it okay to say I hate babies?" Nathan whispered to her with a lazy smile as they both recovered.

"Not at all," she said, caressing his jaw "I feel exactly the same right now". They laughed before entangling themselves, Lauren pulling her gown back on and going to check on Harry. Meanwhile, Nathan ran a hot shower, he was already late for work and he had his beautiful wife to blame.

"Why do you wake up at the strangest times?" Lauren asked with a smile as she cradled Harry in her arms. He smiled as he understood perfectly what she was saying. She put him in his babysit and made him breakfast.

She heard his stomach grumble at the sight of the food "You must have a big appetite this morning" she teased, tickling his sides and making him laugh.

"I'm off for work baby," Nathan said as he walked into the kitchen, he kissed her forehead and then Harry's "I'll be late today, don't wait up for me" he called out as he left. Lauren watched his car leave the driveway.

Just when she finished feeding Harry and was about to run his bath, she saw a black Audi drive-in. She wasn't sure who it was, so she carried Harry and placed him on the bed before going to the door.

The knock came just as she reached the door. "Who is it?" She asked and opened the door. Standing there in all his masculine glory was Damien.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, stuttering in the process.

"Good morning?" He said with a smile.

Lauren looked around to make sure Nathan was not around somewhere before letting him in, it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. she just knew it would be a disaster if Nathan came back to see Damien in his house.

It was strange watching Damien step into the house that belonged to her and Nathan. His presence immediately dominated the house, him walking in like he owned the entire ground he was walking on.

"Why are you here?" Lauren asked, settling on the chair in the kitchen.

Damien turned his attention to her when he was done looking around the house. "You look good," he said with a flirty smile and even winked at her. His eyes didn't leave her which made Lauren look down at what she was wearing.

She immediately crossed her hands over her chest when she realized she was still in her nightgown which was transparent and didn't hide anything leaving her body for Damien's consumption, which he was enjoying to the fullest.

"You don't ever have to hide from me," he told her, his eyes turning to slits when he saw her reaction.

"It's not proper anymore," she said, forcing the words out as Damien's gaze kept distracting her.

"I'll be the one to decide that, where is he anyway?" he looked around as if Nathan would just pop out of nowhere.

"Work" she answered.

"Can I see him?" Damien asked, remembering why he was there in the first place and cursing himself out in his head for letting Lauren's almost exposed body distract him from his mission here. Despite that, he felt his pants stir.

"He's asleep," She said, turning defensive. She didn't like that she was alone with him in the entire house. Nathan shouldn't have left for work as early as he did.

"Don't lie to me Lauren, that's not you" he chastised.

"People change" she stated simply, praying that Harry wouldn't cry out.

"You promised to grant me a paternity test at the least, satisfy my curiosity," He said, he was standing right in front of her. Evading her personal space, trusting his masculine scent into her senses. She stood up, unable to bear the closeness and her body's reaction to it.

"And if the child is really yours, what would you do?" she asked, her heart beating in anticipation of his answer.

"Then I will have what is rightfully mine"

Lauren's heart broke at that "You will take him away from me?" She asked, her eyes beginning to water with unshed tears.

"I never said that. I will have him and you, where you truly belong- with me" he said with an air of authority that made Lauren know he wasn't bluffing. Damien was a man that always got whatever he wanted, any means necessary.

Lauren would have been delighted at the idea of Damien fighting for her but after her morning with Nathan, she didn't want to hurt him. Nathan was her husband and family, and she wasn't going to betray that.

"I can have my doctor come over here..."

Harry's cry interrupted her. This was bad timing for her. Meanwhile, Damien's eyes widened with excitement as Lauren strode past him and into her room. He was tempted to follow but he respected her privacy.

When she came out, carrying Harry in her arms, Damien froze. It was like he was looking at an old picture of himself at a very young age. The baby looked so much like him that it was almost scary. No paternity test was needed, it was as clear as day that Harry was Damien's child.

"Can I hold him?" he asked quietly.

Lauren gave a quiet Harry to him and watched the awe that was in Damien's eyes as he held his son. Damien pressed the little boy to himself, inhaling his every scent which was intoxicating to him.

Damien was about to speak but he was choked with emotions, unable to utter a single word. Lauren watched a single tear escape from his eyes.

Meanwhile, Harry looked so calm, looking at his father with the same intensity. And just to the shock of everyone uttered his first word.

"Dada"

Lauren and Damien froze, eyes wide, their wars unbelieving of what they just heard. Lauren held a hand to her mouth to stop herself from crying. Her little Harry finally said it. Since he had started to utter a few intelligible words including Mama, he never was able to call out to Nathan.

They stood there, looking at each other, not knowing what to make of the situation. Damien gave Harry back to Lauren, quickly pulling his posture together.

"He's a fine young man," he said and put his hands into his pockets to prevent them from wandering back to his son. "A test then?" He asked

Lauren took a look at Harry and nodded, she didn't trust herself to speak without breaking down in tears.

"Tea?" she asked when the silence became awkward. He nodded.

"Let me put him back in bed," She said, carrying a now sleeping Harry inside the room and turning on the child monitor.

Damien wandered around the house, looking out for anything that might pose a danger. He was heading back to the kitchen when something caught his eye. It was a picture of Nathan carrying Harry but that wasn't the problem.

Nathan's eyes in the picture caught the reflection of the sun from the window. Damien squatted before the frame and ran his palm across the picture till he found what he was looking for. There was a camera attached to Nathan's eyes.

Nathan was watching him right now. Damien moved closer to the picture and smiled, it meant that Nathan had seen their little scene in the kitchen. A plan was already forming in Damien's head and when Lauren walked in with that revealing gown of hers, it just wasn't a plan anymore.