“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 conversations like this are also part of the fun?”
Catherine can’t answer. Her whole body locks up stiff when the man reaches under her towel. The itchy graze inside of her thigh slid up dangerously high, yet slow enough to not trigger her body’s defense system.
Talking is easy. Action is not.
Catherine snaps out of the shock and dodges, and the big hand grabs her thigh and pulls her forward.
“Wait!” Catherine blurts, all the fear and nervousness and hesitation pouring out with this one word.
No more moves from the man. She is pressed in his arms. Between them is a negative distance.
The man lets out a low chuckle, amusement hangs on his curved lips as the embarrasment of the girl lands in his eyes.
“...I’m waiting.”
The taunt in Damian’s voice drives Catherine to take back control of her stiff body. She pushes his hand and he backs out, complying with her force.
She can put on a calm face, but not calm her throbbing heart.
“The negotiation is not done yet,” Catherine knows how awkward her excuse is. Still, better than losing altogether.
“I thought we already got a deal?” Damian cocks his eyebrows. His tone is joking, but his eyes are cold with cruelty. He throws Catherine a mocking nod, looking down at her from those deep, indifferent eyes as he repeats, “I am waiting.”
Catherine stares at him in shock. Does he mean what she thinks he means?
She thought he was different. She should have known. The heart of a man like him can only be made only of stone.
“Strip,” The man curves his lips, “don’t tell me you don’t know how to deliver what you sold.”
Catherine’s face burning red, at the humiliation.
Forcing her hand to move, she unfolds the towel as her brain tries to disobey. She doesn’t want to. In her mind, she only needs to bear through the deal and never see him again. Not like this.
Pure humiliation.
She grips the towel hard by a corner, forcing her body to remain exposed to the man. Every bit of light casting on her is like hot iron, burning deep into her skin.
Tears twirl in the girl’s eyes, but she puts on a shade of obstinate anger to hide it. Only, a good predator sees through that easily.
Damian curves his lips cruelly, commanding lazily: “Good. Now touch yourself.”
In his eyes, there is no lust. Only icy coldness mock.
Anger rushes to her head, and Catherine throws the towel at his face. The man catches the towel with a cold sneer, striding toward Catherine dangerously. Catherine only has enough time to steal his suit before he catches her chin with a single hand.
“Don’t make an offer of what you can’t deliver,” The man says with his icon smile, taunting in his wicked eyes, “... little girl.”
“You can’t deliver your own offer either!” The girl is shivering, but she squeezes her words out with a fierce look like some rebellious little animal.
He offers a marriage on paper, not his hand. She is Catherine Quinn, queen of the city. She doesn’t have to bury herself in the tomb of a loveless marriage for just one million.
Not even for him.
With almost gentle moves, Damian wraps the towel around the girl’s shaking body carefully, as if taking care of a valuable treasure.
When meeting the wronged glare from the beauty, Damian lets out a resigned laugh: “I thought the rumor marks me as the most wanted bachelor in the city. Is marrying me really that horrible? Enough for you to force yourself this far?”
“You can have any women you want in the city lining up for a wedding with you,” Catherine hugs the towel tightly into herself, finally feeling a bit safe, “I’m not your best option.”
“You are the prettiest,” The man shrugs with an indifferent smile, generous with compliments, “The smartest, sexiest, with the most style.”
“...but you are not my best option either.” The girl challenges harmlessly.
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
Noticing Maverick out on the street looking around. Catherine dashes into the first ATM vestibule she could find.She doesn’t understand Maverick, and she doesn’t care to anymore. She closed her heart toward him when he broke up with her out of nowhere and disappeared from her life.She didn’t want the breakup to turn ugly. After all, the three years’ good memory was real. But seeing this new Maverick since yesterday, Catherine is no longer sure who he really is.The perfect, gentleman-like caring boyfriend? Or the mean, cold-hearted nasty cheater?Either way, he is only in her past now. Life is too short to try only to fall into the same hole twice.No, second, chances.Catherine closes her eyes shut before Damian’s face could squeeze into her mind.Deposited the check, Catherine notified Victory the first thing before slipping down against the wall.She is drained.She has been bustling around ever since her father’s accident, exactly a month ago. She hasn’t even got a spare minute
Catherine walks over in elegant moves, not stopping until she is right in front of Ava, aversion to her plainly written in Catherine’s eyes.Even in high heels, Ava comes off shorter than Catherine. Maybe noticing she is not winning over Catherine on vigor, Ava sits down in a careless move. Right by Damian’s side.Catherine doesn’t even let her eyes land on Damina.“Killian,” Catherine’s voice is now steady and calm, “you bought the hospital my mom is in?”Killian answers with his usual flat tone, “No.”Catherine takes an inhale to try to keep a cool head, “So there is another jerk, just as mean as you, suddenly decided to buy that particular hospital for no reason but to raise my mom’s bill?”Welllll, she tried.It’s not wise at all, to lash out at the tyrant of the underground world, but Catherine also has her own leverage to bet that he won’t dare touch her now--Killian wouldn’t have come to her and asked nicely, if there was ANY other way to find Bess.Killian shoots Catherine a