Chapter 340: Be My Date?


    An hour had passed since Damien sat on the tufted red love couch. He wanted to hate sitting there while being painted by Wace White but the cushion was unexpectedlyfortable and the ssical music ying in the background was also quite rxing.


    From time to time, Wace asked questions in which Damien answered briefly  harmless questions about his current projects, his hotels and resorts, and did not repeat the first question about marriagewhich he was thankful because honestly, Damien didn''t know what to tell him. Sure, he and Katherine were working things out between them and he stupidly showed his possessiveness towards her with regards to marriage but after what happened that morning, he was slightly shaken.


    Brushing his thoughts away from that sad realization, Damien shifted his gaze to Wace and watched him work quietly on his canvas, ying with colors on the painting tray on his hand. There was something different about him this timepared to thest time that he had seen him seven years ago and Damien couldn''t quite put his finger on it. "Something''s up with you," he started.


    Wace nced at Damien from under hisshes, a hint of amusement ghosted on his lips before he turned his focus back on his painting. "What do you mean?"


    "I don''t know. You''re different Something''s changed."


    "Really? Have you finally taken notice of me?"


    Scoffing, Damien shook his head, "Dream on."


    "Talking about change... I can see you''re the one looking different now." When Wace saw Damien quirk an eyebrow, he continued, "Have you met someone?" Seeing that Damien didn''t respond to his personal question, he stered a mischievous smile on his face. "You did, didn''t you? Is she pretty?"


    Damien turned to look at the window, his mind brought him an image of Katherine with a bright smile on her face from when they visited France together where they had forgotten about their worries for a moment and just enjoyed each other''spany. "Peerless," he muttered in a low husky voice, it was almost inaudible but Wace heard him clearly.


    "She''s unparalleled, huh? You must like her a lot"


    ''Like'' was an understatement. What Damien felt for Katherine couldn''t be exined in mortal words as he himself couldn''t find the best word that could describe her so he didn''t bother to correct. "Are you done?"


    "Nowhere near," Wace replied almost instantly and observed Damien from where he was seated. "Tell me about this favor that you''re asking from me" He drawled thest word at the same time that he drew a long stroke on the canvas before him, taking a step back for a few seconds to inspect his work before dabbing his brush on it again.


    Finally able to talk about the reason why he was there in the first ce, Damien straightened his back and directly asked without second thoughts, "I need ess to Central Harbor Restaurant''s guestlist on May 19th."


    The paintbrush that had just kissed the canvas and was about to be dragged down halted, creating a small smudge on the paint. Wace then shot his stare towards Damien, his brows knitted in irritation at what he heard. Damien was putting him in a difficult situation, knowing full well that the owner of the restaurant was his father, whom he hadn''t spoken to in a few years.


    Wace and his father had a misunderstanding and because of pride, neither of them tried to be the bigger person, letting their disagreement drag on for this long. And now Damien was asking him to make a move. He clicked his tongue, exhaling a sigh out of no choice, and responded, "You''re a jerk."


    Damien chuckled, "Are you still not on speaking terms with your dad?"


    "Well, he isn''t speaking to me so I''m not speaking to him either." He rolled his eyes, annoyed at the thought of having to do this favor for Damien. The thing was, he couldn''t say no to Damien so there was no way he could go back on his words.


    "Your works are in his restaurant. Did you know that?"


    "Tsk. Is this your way of persuading me?"


    "You already agreed to do my request even before knowing what it was. You are going to do it and I don''t need to persuade you," Damien reminded him. He was about to stand up when Wace raised his index finger and signaled him to stop.


    "Don''t move. I''m not done with you yet. Sit your ass back down," Wacemanded, his voice dipping an octave lower than his normal voice. When Damien unwillinglyplied, Wace winked at him and chuckled, "Good boy. Why don''t you tell me why you need this guestlist?"


    "That''s none of your business, White."


    "You''re asking me a favor, it is my business." Wace shrugged, unaffected by Damien''s coldness. "You''re doing this for that girl, aren''t you?"


    Realizing that Damien wouldn''t answer his questions, Wace let out a sigh in resignation, "Fiiiiine It''s pretty rare for Damien Park to ask for favors, so I will take this as a huge honor."


    "You should. I''m not going to be your subject again. This will be thest."


    A yful rumble ofughter escaped from Wace''s pinkish lips, causing Damien to knit his brows together. This man was too pretty to be a man. He wanted to get out of there as fast as he could and go back to Katherine but his ns were instantly ruined when he heard the other say, "I really doubt that. But make yourselffortable, you''re going to be sitting there for a while."


    Damien slumped on the red couch, his back molded on the soft material and he wondered if Katherine was going to be okay while he was away.


    Squeezing more paint on his tray, Wace carefully dabbed it and swirled his magic on the canvas as he continued, "Oh, and since I don''t really like this favor that you''re asking from me, you''re going to need to do something else for me."


    "I''m not going to strip for you, just so we''re clear. I''m drawing the line."


    Damien''s statement made Waceugh again, his broad shoulders shook as his eyes smiled along with his mouth. "I''m ttered that you even thought of that. I won''t say no if you do, though, but no, I''m not going to ask you to take your clothes off. I''m perfectly fine with the image I have in my head." He nced at Damien while maintaining a grin on his face. For a long time, he hadn''t had this much enjoyment and he was d that Damien visited him even if it was because he needed something.


    Damien shut his eyes, reminding himself for the nth time that he was doing this for Katherine  it was the sole reason that kept him going. "For Pete''s sake, White, cut the crap."


    "Now that''s the grumpy Damien that I know"


    "I''m not grumpy."


    "Suuuuurrreee." Wace ced his paint tray on the table and grabbed two bottles of water from the mini-fridge, tossing one to Damien before twisting the cap on his. "You''reing with me to the auction next week."


    "What auction?"


    "Haven''t you received the invitation from the club yet? There''s an art auction and a few of my works are going to be on disy."


    Damien only remembered that Markus had told him about that invitation but because of his appointments and current situation, he didn''t n on attending and if he did, he was going to go with Katherinenot with Wace White. "Right"


    Wace dug a paint-messy hand in his worn-out jeans'' pocket and tilted his head to the side as he asked, "So? Be my date?"