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!” Daisy huffs angrily.
Since the Ava incident, Damian started changing women-like clothes. But only physically, never for bringing home. Daisy can’t tell whether it’s for an unending love, or he’s just doing it to challenge his also stubborn father at this point.
Catherine comes out to a dim living room.
Only a line of recessed lamps is on. Though with two full walls made of glass, the storm lets limited light in. The dim living room opens its dark mouth to Catherine, like a monster lurking.
In the middle of it, the man lies leisurely on the sofa. He poses no threat when those sharp eyes are closed. With his arms stretched on each side, he lies there like a king on his throne.
A tired and lonely one.No point to coy when she already took the deal. Catherine came out in a towel.
She stops a few feet away from the man, raising her head with one hand under her armpit to hold the towel. Letting him take a good look at his purchase.
Then the king opens his eyes. Lazy, taunting, with plain appreciation of the woman.
Catherine couldn’t help but lower her eyelashes. Her last layer of defense.
Damian’s eyes linger on her collarbone for long seconds. His explicit observation trailed down her body all the way to her ankle. Then he tilts his head to take a good look at her one good ankle.
Around her ankle swims an inked little fish.
“Cute tattoo,” The man nods his chin at Catherine, a rare shade of seriousness in his eyes, “is that the only one you ever got?”
“Yes,” Catherine answers, only to notice her nervousness when she hears her own voice.
She thought she was ready. She would never be.
Damian curves his lips tauntingly, seeing through her, too.
“Drink,”
Cathering’s eyes follow Damian’s nod. A clean glass on the coffee table right next to his leg. Water this time.
Catherine cuts her nail deep into her own finger, using the pain to help her walk straight without shaking. She once took a model job for fun. Even on the stage for thousands of eyes and cameras, she didn’t feel like she had three legs like right now.
Maybe this is the feeling of dealing with the devil.
It’s not water.
Catherine pauses at the first sip, then her beautiful eyebrows twist into a knot.
“Finish,” The man holds the glass up with a finger when she tries to put it down, his tone dominant this time, “Ginger fights off the cold you would catch tomorrow if you don’t.”
“I hate ginger,” Catherine blurts without thinking.
“Of course you do,” Damian chuckles, a laugh in his gentle eyes, but there is no room in his tone to disobey him, “that’s why I added honey.”
Sweet only makes the bitter taste more gross.
Catherine shoots the man an upset glance, not sure if he is making her drink this just to mess with her. But she is no longer Quinn’s little princess. Her father died and her mother on the edge of death, waiting for her to save her.
She can’t afford to throw a tantrum for a nasty taste.
Damian watches the girl closely. She frowns. Winkles her nose. Gulps to shorten her torment. Her chest waves to take the liquid in. In the end, she licks her own lips to reduce the smell lingering there.
Subconsciously, his throat rolls slowly with her move.
The dim air around them suddenly catches a shade of lust.
The girl puts the glass on the table lightly, though with a hint of blame when she turns to look at him.
The man chuckles, leaning close. He could feel the girl’s body stiffen even before making contact, but still she maintains her calm mask, with a flattering smile even.
“Good kitten,” Damian whispers into her ear, feeling her breath got messy under his hand, “Would you want...to be mine?”
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,
Damian finally pulls back his sight from the gate, glancing at the woman sitting down beside him.Ava Knight.Best actress of the year. Unlike Annie’s purchase nomination, she earned it with her flawless acting. Though not without the influence of the city’s two kings.“What’s up?” Damian puts down his glass, looking at Ava with a serious look. She only looks for him when she wants something.“Nothing,” Ava lets out a laugh, slightly surprised at his assumption, “Killian says he’s meeting you here tonight, so I thought finding you is the same as finding him.”Then why not straightly looking for Killian?With little of an expression, Damian nods, reaching for his glass again.He can’t help noticing the glow on her face though. She was never this happy in the past two years, traveling the world with him. But now, even waiting for Killian, she is happy beyond reasoning.A shade of mockery flashes through Damian’s eyes. Icy cold.Pity Killian isn’t here to see it.Killian is in a maroon A