“Yes, Mr. Moore,” The driver pushes his thin glasses up with two fingers, answering with a flat, swift tone, “That’s Catherine Quinn, her father is Quinn Corp’s former director. The one that died in the car crash this month.”
“So that’s the famous Queen C?” Damian Moore curves his lips slightly. His posture relaxed, all but those sharp eyes. They are nailing on the girl, like a predator spotting the perfect prey.
“Hero in the hour of need is good timing for making an acquaintance,” The driver observes his boss’s look carefully.
“Acquaintance?” With a smirk, Damian mumbles, narrowing his eyes dangerously, “How about take into possession?”
“Sir?!” The driver raises his eyebrows in shock. Even when facing an odd order like pulling over in the middle of nowhere, the driver maintained his straight face.
Damian meets the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. An evil smirk crawls onto his face.
“The old man says he wants a daughter-in-law, then he threw Ava out of his house because she is illegitimate.” Damian’s indifferent voice raises, “So how about the city princess from an old money?”
A broke, old money.
The driver lowers his eyes tamely. Doesn’t sound like his boss is taking home a daughter-in-law for his old man, more like, a heart attack trigger.
The roar of the storm tunes down suddenly around Catherine. She frowns in confusion, the water on her raven eyelashes shiver with her.
“A delicate flower like you is to be spoiled with the summer breeze, not a storm.”
Catherine raises her head at the luring bass, only to freeze when she sees the man holding an umbrella over her head.
No matter what happens between them in the years to come, she never forgets his image at this moment.
Handsome and elegant, separating her from the cold rain, like her very own guardian angel...
***
Catherine never thought she would go home with some random guy for just one lousy pickup line.
Well, he is no random man.
He is Damian Moore, heir of the entire Empire. Compared to his title, his home comes off as the more ordinary. A simple penthouse in the city center. Double floor, rooftop pool, minimalist style. Not too different from any other.
But, still.
Damian turned on the central air conditioning first thing when they arrived. Heating mode, in the middle of summer.
Catherine hugs herself, feeling her limbs waking up slowly to warmth. She paces to the glass door that opens to the big, deep, blue pool, looking out. The usually calm and clear water is now boiling under the storm. Only she knows it’s not hot, but icy cold. Just like her mood--
Of all the men in the villa area, HE has to be the one who found her at her lowest moment. He doesn’t even remember her. Why would he?
Is this fate...Or just bad luck?
“No swimming during a thunderstorm,” Damian’s voice snaps her out of her wondering mind.
His masculine aura surrounds her, “Be a good girl, drink this before a warm shower.”
In his hand is a glass of milk. Steaming hot.
“Thanks,” Catherine says so, but she is not putting anything in her mouth.
Curving his lips, the man leans closer with his cheatingly luring voice: “If I want a woman, there are easier ways than drugging her.”
Decent meaning, only with too much arrogancy.
Catherine’s ear tips burn red.
“I don’t like milk, that’s all,” She lowers her head. Cupping her frozen hands around the glass is helping a lot though.
“I see... Should I get you some powered milk instead?” The man notices her slightly dodging keenly, his fingertips grazing her skin as if not intentionally, “...in a bowl, maybe?”
Catherine frowns. How does the man make a simple lactose intolerance sound like she’s a picky cat he rescued from the street?!
Damian lets out a light laugh.
“Give me,”
Catherine looks up in shock. Is he upset? Because she won’t drink the milk the exalted Mr. Moore heated up for her himself?
The man kneels down on one knee in front of her, patting his knee as he repeats: “Give me your foot.”
Only then does Catherine finally remember the throbbing pain in her ankle. She looks down, only to see a swollen bump making her foot look horrifying.
“It’s okay, I’m fine--”
Before Catherine could refuse, the man grabbed her shin and put her foot on his knee. She falls backward and lands on the luxury sofa she has been trying to avoid getting mud on. Now the mud is mixed with milk, too.
Well, his sofa, and his right to ruin it.
“A bad twist is not fine,” The man throws her a scolding glare, “But luckily you didn’t hurt the bone.”
It’s the first time he puts on a mean tone tonight. For her own good.
The ointment is on top of the first aid kit. With skilled moves, Damian dissolves it between his hands before he cups her ankle.Catherine can’t help but shiver. The expected pain doesn’t come though. It’s the hot palms of the man and his gentle touches that tickle her heart.“Does it hurt?” The man frowns, looking up to search for her eyes, “It would get worse if the clot doesn’t dissolve. Bear it with me, kitten.”His bass luring and his touch gentle. Catherine darts her eyes away. How she wishes blushing was a function the body could control.Damian Moore, the most distinguished bachelor in the city, the playboy who always has women around but never tainted with a shred of sour rumor.This is why.He is more deadly than other predator. You can escape harm, but not when you lose your heart.Catherine just pray he rescued her tonight out of pure kindness, and not--“Go take a warm shower,” Damian puts away the kit, holding out a hand in front of her, “you don’t want to wrap up the cu
Ever since the “Ava incident”, Damian’s marriage has been a taboo topic in the family.“As parents, we see women around you in different lights,” Daisy says with a cautious tone, “he is just looking out for you.”“He didn’t need to call her a bastard,” Damian says with a smiley tone, but his eyes get colder.“That’s not what he said,” Daisy sighs, “He was saying that she was brought back to the Knight family when she was older, and that makes a difference. I’m not judging her life at the orphanage, but if she acts like one, then I will call as I see, too.”Damian’s lips curve into a cold, evil smirk in the dark room: “So even if an orphan, so long as she grew up in a rich family, then she’s okay to marry?”“Damian...” Daisy sighs.“Hey, mom, can you hear that?” Damian smirks again, his tone light as if the darkness in his eyes a moment ago was never there.“Hear what?”“The sound of the shower stopped,” Damian says mischievously, “if you want, I can take this one home?”“...Damian!” D
Be his.Catherine hears the sound of her heart blooming.Knowing this man is bad news is one thing, hearing his luring voice forming such a sentence is still nice. Pleasure is pleasure.Twisting his question, Catherine leans into his arms, mimicking his whisper: “Tonight I am all yours, and yours only.”One million just might be the highest price for a night, even in this golden town. Satisfying the customer is her responsibility.“Smart is good,” The man taps her chin up, his half smile not hiding the coldness in his eyes, “but you don’t want to be too smart.”Her rejection upset him.He might extended the offer half-mindedly, but men like him don’t like hearing a no.Instantly a dangerous feeling grips Catherine. Not sure how she got herself on the back of this tiger.She knew she shouldn’t have come back with him.“Our last deal is not done yet, Mr. Moore,” Catherine smiles, brightly though with distance, “why subscribe before the trial expires?”So long as she can get through toni
“I can sweeten the deal,” Catherine strokes her hair to the back of her ear, locking the fear of dealing with a devil deep into her heart, “you take care of my mom’s bill, and I will be at your call, for as long as you want.”“Sweeten the deal...” The man tastes her words slowly on his tongue,“So, to you, being a call girl is better than taking the title of Mrs. Moore?”Coldness shades his voice at the insulting.“Better, for YOU,” Catherine’s eyes sparkle with mischieving, “you get all the fun and none of the responsibility. Isn’t that sweeter?”“Sex is ALL the fun in a marriage?” Damian pulls the girl’s face close to his in a rather rough move.He is too good a predator to miss the well-hidden fear in her watery eyes. But then, restiveness covers the fear altogether--“Why? Is Mr. Moore’s love also on the table?”The man narrows his eyes dangerously. The grin on his face widens, but a shade of evilness infests.“Not too many dares to be this bold in front of me. So I guess conversat
The girl’s sulking mock gets a laugh out of the man.“Name one better,” Damian challenges, teasing the irritated kitten.The Moore family owns lands more than anyone can fathom. An old money’s power doesn’t lie in just the wealth. But in their resources. Half of the politics, business, and even laws are friends with the Moores. Yet Damian started his own business on his own, before taking the throne of the whole media business.Who suits the queen of the city more, than its king?Leaving a safe distance from the man, Catherine puts on a harmless smile, her scarlet lips separate to a pretty curve: “Anyone.”Damian narrows his eyes dangerously at the wild cat waving her claws.Boys have followed her around since she could remember. All wealthy, all handsome. And most important of all: they all want her.More than Damian at least.Taking a deep breath, she finds her confident posture again, looking at the man in the eyes first time this night: “I don’t want to marry you...please.”“Give
The secretary took good care of Catherine, dropped her at the hospital, and even offered to accompany Catherine, but Catherine refused. She doesn’t want to spoil Damian’s hospitality--Anything she takes from him is a debt she might not be able to afford.Then she regretted after only five minutes--Seeing two guards in black suits at her mom’s ward, Catherine’s stomach drops as she dashes forward.“Miss Catherine! Thank God you are here...” Victoria exclaims when she sees Catherine, worried into tears.There is one man in the room, and his presence nervous Victoria so much that she doesn’t even know where to put her hands.Victoria has been Catherine’s nanny since forever. Though Catherine couldn’t afford to hire her now, Victoria insisted on staying to help for free. She is the only one who has been helping Catherine ever since Catherine lost everything in the car accident of her parents.“It’s okay, Victoria,” Catherine takes her hands and gives her a reassuring grip, “Uncle Jacob
Three hours to midnight, Nightfall is at its busiest hour. The dim light lines out the liberated face laughing, drinking, kissing, and more, leaving enough dark shadows for things that can’t come out under the light.Sitting with a group of businessmen is Damian Moore.On their couch several girls are squeezed in between the men, wearing next nothing. Though as if having an invisible bubble around him, Damian’s sides are empty.He, too, laughs and drinks and talks, yet somehow he comes off lonely. Like the blinding lights irradiating around can’t paint his world any color.But then, a shade of pure white crushed into his eyes--Catherine enters in a tame, white sweater, loose enough to cover her figure. Pairing with jeans and light blue tennis shoes.In short, not a fitting style for Nightfall. Making her stand out even more.Gulping his glass empty, Damian’s eyes follow the girl onto a couch not far from the bar. He frowns.“Tell me,” He thinks out loud,“...when would a girl reject a
Initially shocked, Damian understands her move instantly, and then a smirk crawls onto his lips slowly.“What the hell?!” Annie slaps the table angrily. Then when the whole table snaps out of the shock, they burst into laughter, pointing at Catherine’s drenched funny look.A winning smile is back on Annie’s face.The two punks exchange bewildered looks.“Miss Bell,” Catherine starts with a calm tone, “how do you like my apology?”Annie rolls her eyes, a mocking smirk on her lips, “I asked you to drink it, not shower with it. Don’t say that I bullied you.”“Thanks for acknowledging that you asked me to drink it,” Catherine nods politely, still with smiley eyes, “so, can you lend me the fifty grand now?”“Are you crazy?” The mean girl shrills in a nasty voice, “Does Annie owe you anything?! Why would she lend any money to a slut who seduced her man?!”“Miss Bell?” Catherine looks directly at Annie, ignoring the mean girl.Annie seems to be in a struggle. Her eyes land on the empty mug,