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 cut on your arm before the shower.”
His voice is gentle and his eyes soulful with warm smile, but his dominant aura shouts authority, one that’s hard to disobey. Catherine doesn’t like feeling submitted by taking that hand. Fear grows inside her.
“It’s just a minor graze. I can shower when I get home,” Catherine refuses implicitly.
The man holds his hand right where it was, waiting.
“Thanks for taking me back to the city, Mr. Moore,” Catherine looks directly into the man’s eyes, “I really appreciate it. I don’t want to bother you for too long.”
Damian lowers his hand slowly. The smile doesn’t fade, but his aura comes off dangerous now.
He bends down a little, putting their eyes on the same level: “I thought you showered in the storm for your ex-boyfriend in the middle of the night because you really needed money. Or was it just an excuse to reunion with the man who dumped you?”
His eyes smile gently. His words freezing cold.
A cold chill runs down her spine at the icy words, and Catherine’s heart drops. Of course. As if “pure kindness” exists in this world.
She stares at the man, struggling between slapping the king of the city and making her life much worse, or accepting that she really has no other option but to sell her body.
The man looks right back at her, leisurely with a shade of mock.
“One million,” Catherine puts on a cold mask.
Damian chuckles. If Catherine didn’t misinterpret, his mood just turned brighter.
“That’s not the price I heard. Should I take that as you saying I’m worth twenty that useless ex of yours?”
Even for a woman of a physical deal, the man gets competitive??
“A loan is different from a purchase,” Catherine doesn’t want to dip into the childish topic.
The man nods, still with his perfect smile: “Then, go shower.”
Realizing the man is not backing off, Catherine puts the untouched glass of milk on the table and goes for the bathroom, making up her mind: “It’s a deal then.”
She needs money, and he is in the market for a woman.
Just a simple quid pro quo, nothing more.
***
As soon as the bathroom door closes, the smile fades from the man’s face. Coldness replaces the soulful light in his eyes, and as if to hide this secret from the world, the man closes the windows to his soul.
The phone’s ringtone breaks the silence. The man stares at the “Mom” on the screen for long.
“You won’t stay even during a storm, fine! But you can’t call me at least to let me know you got home safe?!” A woman’s shout bursts out of the phone, and Damian moves it further from his ear.
When he opens his mouth, the icy vibe washes off him as if he has been in a sunny mood this whole time.
“Hello to you, too. Mother.”
“Ohhhh, so it’s ‘mother’ now, huh?!” Daisy snorts coldly with a wronged tone, “You started a war with your dad, and now I’m your enemy, too?!”
Damian lets out a laugh at the childish woman.
“Of course you are not,” Damian sits up straight, rubbing his nose bridge as he comforts the woman gently, “I didn’t mean it that way, MOM.”
“Hmph!”
Damian: “...”
Soothed by her tamed son, Daisy softens her voice: “Your father doesn’t mean ill. You knew mentioning her would start a war.”
Ava Knight. It’s a forbidden name now. Somehow one name left scars on both the men Daisy loved. Her husband, and her son.
“He mentioned marriage first,”
“Because he cares about you,” Daisy says gently, “he wants you to have someone who cares about you, who can accompany you.”
“He wants another girl for him to throw out of his distinguished door?” Damian laughs, but this time, even Daisy hears the coldness in his voice.
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,
Damian doesn’t miss how Dawson’s eyes passed on Catherine the moment he spotted her. As a man, Damian understands Dawson’s look well.He still cares about Catherine.At this moment, Catherine lets out a light chuckle. As if laughing at herself, or at the world. Finally she stops her laugh, looking up at Annie slowly as cold words leave her scarlet lips: “After last night? He is not even a friend anymore.”Sulleness flashes through Maverick’s eyes.The evil amusement takes over Damian’s face.“What if he begs you for a second chance,” Damian cuts into the conversation so naturally and elegantly as if he has always been a part of it, “...for the sake of your years together?”Catherine opens her mouth like a stunned kitten as she watches Damian joining the table. Seeing her cute look, Damian’s smile widens.“Answer me, kitten,” Damian walks so close to Catherine, he could see himself in her eyes.As if stung by a painful memory, Catherine darts her eyes off Damian. In that split moment,