Catherine doesn’t answer right away.Not likely. Even washed tattoos must leave some sort of a trace. Ink under the skin is not easy to get rid of, just like anything under one’s skin.For example, a woman.Damian waits, his eyes on her so sharp as if he could cut her open with those eyes and get the answer himself.“...no,” Catherine turns to him, her voice light but calm.She’s not lying.Damian feels a tremendous wave of disappointment washing over him. What did he expect? That Catherine could be that woman? Or it’s because...He wants her to be?“You are looking for someone,” Catherine states, not asking, glancing at Damian with indifferent eyes, “a biker with a collarbone tattoo?”Damian doesn’t answer her, real darkness occupying his eyes this time.“I can ask around for you if you want,” Catherine offers, her tone so light it almost sounds cheering, “who is she?”Damian glances at Catherine with a frown. Her cheering tone stings him. Is Catherine THAT happy to see his attention
Wabbling with his steps, Damian puts his weight on Catherine, making her wabble with him, too.“I don’t want to go, I want to know,” The man grumbles, but not really rejecting Catherine’s move as she supports him, “tell me, please?”His eyes so clean, like crystal. No schemes, no coldness. Only innocent curiosity. She can fight him when he is mean, but when he shows vulnerability, she can’t help her heart move for him.“Why do you hate me, kitten?”“I don’t hate you,” Catherine confirms patiently. The man’s eyes brighten at her words, and that lifts her mood, too.But then when she looks up, she sees what the man is stalling for, and the faint warmth on her face fades. Every bit of it.Ava Knight with Killian Romano, walking right at them.Damian sees them, too. His arm on her shoulder slides down to her waist, making it look intimate.Does it ever work? To paint such a fake intimacy in front of the girl who owns his heart? When he lost his heart, he already lost the game.Catherine f
Seeing how he handled himself in front of Ava, all the way into details like putting his hand on her waist, Catherine intends to assume that he is faking drunk.But, he is the daddy with sugar now, one that has her fate in hand.Catherine puts on a perfect smile, putting the man-child in his seat before taking the steerwheel.Lived her biker days well, Catherine knows the city well into detail. Though went only once, she remembers well where Damian’s loft is.Few cars on the street at night. Catherine sets her biker’s free spirit free with only one hand on the wheel, the other elbow on the winder, enjoying the night breeze hitting her face.Damian is quiet, a light frown on his face with his eyes closed. When there are no mean words out of those lips, Catherine actually likes him more. She glances at him as she hits the brake with a swift turn.The frowning on Damian’s face deepened.Her heart tightens at his frowning. She didn’t think but the alcohol in his stomach obviously not agre
The call ends automatically, and then it comes in, again.Catherine walks over and picks up the phone, sliding to put the call through, then on speaker, then the phone right by the man’s head.“Damian?” Ava’s soft voice comes through, “Are you home yet?”The man doesn’t move, at all.“Damian?” Ava urgers, her worry spouting out of the screen.“He is asleep,” Catherine leans forward, her voice cold.Short silence.“Catherine,” Ava says in a flat tone, “...am I on speaker?”“Yes,” Catherine glances at the “sleeping” man, “just in case your words can enter his dreams.”“I need to talk to you, too.”Glaring at Damian one last time, Catherine picks up the phone and puts it to her ear, waiting.After a long moment, Ava asks indifferently: “Will you take care of him tonight?”“Do you want me to?” Catherine smirks, eyes landing on Damian’s slightly shivering eyelashes, “...or NOT want me to?”Silence on Ava’s side.“Catherine, you hate me because your friend loves a man who loves me, that’s a
Catherine answers with a cold glare.The man laughs at it.With smiling eyes, he says the most tender words in the most arrogant way, as if he’s doing her a generous favor: “I’m not marrying you because of Ava, if that’s what you are worried about.”“Not because of Ava” is not the same as love, though.She has asked him that twice now, she won’t be asking again. His love is not on the table, and even if it is, she is not interested in a forced deal.“And not because of someone is the best reason you can find for a marriage?” Catherine snorts, and Damian looks over with a smile that says--[What more are you looking for? Love?]Damn it!She just doesn’t want to marry some random guy who met her for the first time, why does it feel like she’s begging him to love her?!“Damian Moore,”The man puts down the glass, meeting her eyes. She has been mimicking Ava’s style? Damian remembers the mean comments tonight, paying attention to it for the first time. The dull, tame, serene kind? Might s
That man really is bad news. The worst, to her.If only she didn’t meet him again. If only she didn’t go to see Maverick, that night.Actually, if she is wishing for things...if only that car crash didn’t happen. She lost everything that night. Her loving parents, a home she warmed up to after her dark childhood, and now, very likely, her last shred of dignity.“I wonder if Ava would still pay if I tell her the price for her backup is not 50,000$, but with another zero in there...” Lying on the sofa in Cora’s ward, Catherine mumbles to herself, with a bitter chuckle.500,000$ in a day. She doesn’t really have many options.“Miss Catherine...” Victoria hesitates, seeing the slumped girl she has been caring for since she was taken in by the orphanage, “Are you really going to give it to your uncle? Your mom wouldn’t want it...”Victoria can’t go on. She knows how hard it has been on her little Miss Cat these days. Cora might not want it, but if Catherine doesn’t do it, then Cora might n
City skirt, Dawson Villa.Suffering a thunderstorm, the sky pure dark. Except for the glimpses of lightning. The city’s dim glow hides behind the foggy rain, seemingly warmer than usual, especially to someone who is wobbling in front of the cold iron gate of a villa.Like Catherine right now.She has been waiting for hours. Hugging herself tight to stop shivering, Catherine paces around to keep her numb limbs warm. She didn’t know the storm would be this bad, but then again, she would be here even if she did.She has no other to turn to.A sharp honk startles her. She turns, raising her hand to her eyes as the blinding car lights pierce through the water curtain right onto her face. The iron gate opens with a loud shriek and the car starts, as if it only stopped for the gate, not for her.Ten feet. Five feet. One foot. The car moves, and the woman doesn’t.The car stops for the stubborn woman.The driver’s window rolls down, and the man sticks his head out, only a little.“Throwing yo
“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 il
That man really is bad news. The worst, to her.If only she didn’t meet him again. If only she didn’t go to see Maverick, that night.Actually, if she is wishing for things...if only that car crash didn’t happen. She lost everything that night. Her loving parents, a home she warmed up to after her dark childhood, and now, very likely, her last shred of dignity.“I wonder if Ava would still pay if I tell her the price for her backup is not 50,000$, but with another zero in there...” Lying on the sofa in Cora’s ward, Catherine mumbles to herself, with a bitter chuckle.500,000$ in a day. She doesn’t really have many options.“Miss Catherine...” Victoria hesitates, seeing the slumped girl she has been caring for since she was taken in by the orphanage, “Are you really going to give it to your uncle? Your mom wouldn’t want it...”Victoria can’t go on. She knows how hard it has been on her little Miss Cat these days. Cora might not want it, but if Catherine doesn’t do it, then Cora might n
Catherine answers with a cold glare.The man laughs at it.With smiling eyes, he says the most tender words in the most arrogant way, as if he’s doing her a generous favor: “I’m not marrying you because of Ava, if that’s what you are worried about.”“Not because of Ava” is not the same as love, though.She has asked him that twice now, she won’t be asking again. His love is not on the table, and even if it is, she is not interested in a forced deal.“And not because of someone is the best reason you can find for a marriage?” Catherine snorts, and Damian looks over with a smile that says--[What more are you looking for? Love?]Damn it!She just doesn’t want to marry some random guy who met her for the first time, why does it feel like she’s begging him to love her?!“Damian Moore,”The man puts down the glass, meeting her eyes. She has been mimicking Ava’s style? Damian remembers the mean comments tonight, paying attention to it for the first time. The dull, tame, serene kind? Might s
The call ends automatically, and then it comes in, again.Catherine walks over and picks up the phone, sliding to put the call through, then on speaker, then the phone right by the man’s head.“Damian?” Ava’s soft voice comes through, “Are you home yet?”The man doesn’t move, at all.“Damian?” Ava urgers, her worry spouting out of the screen.“He is asleep,” Catherine leans forward, her voice cold.Short silence.“Catherine,” Ava says in a flat tone, “...am I on speaker?”“Yes,” Catherine glances at the “sleeping” man, “just in case your words can enter his dreams.”“I need to talk to you, too.”Glaring at Damian one last time, Catherine picks up the phone and puts it to her ear, waiting.After a long moment, Ava asks indifferently: “Will you take care of him tonight?”“Do you want me to?” Catherine smirks, eyes landing on Damian’s slightly shivering eyelashes, “...or NOT want me to?”Silence on Ava’s side.“Catherine, you hate me because your friend loves a man who loves me, that’s a
Seeing how he handled himself in front of Ava, all the way into details like putting his hand on her waist, Catherine intends to assume that he is faking drunk.But, he is the daddy with sugar now, one that has her fate in hand.Catherine puts on a perfect smile, putting the man-child in his seat before taking the steerwheel.Lived her biker days well, Catherine knows the city well into detail. Though went only once, she remembers well where Damian’s loft is.Few cars on the street at night. Catherine sets her biker’s free spirit free with only one hand on the wheel, the other elbow on the winder, enjoying the night breeze hitting her face.Damian is quiet, a light frown on his face with his eyes closed. When there are no mean words out of those lips, Catherine actually likes him more. She glances at him as she hits the brake with a swift turn.The frowning on Damian’s face deepened.Her heart tightens at his frowning. She didn’t think but the alcohol in his stomach obviously not agre
Wabbling with his steps, Damian puts his weight on Catherine, making her wabble with him, too.“I don’t want to go, I want to know,” The man grumbles, but not really rejecting Catherine’s move as she supports him, “tell me, please?”His eyes so clean, like crystal. No schemes, no coldness. Only innocent curiosity. She can fight him when he is mean, but when he shows vulnerability, she can’t help her heart move for him.“Why do you hate me, kitten?”“I don’t hate you,” Catherine confirms patiently. The man’s eyes brighten at her words, and that lifts her mood, too.But then when she looks up, she sees what the man is stalling for, and the faint warmth on her face fades. Every bit of it.Ava Knight with Killian Romano, walking right at them.Damian sees them, too. His arm on her shoulder slides down to her waist, making it look intimate.Does it ever work? To paint such a fake intimacy in front of the girl who owns his heart? When he lost his heart, he already lost the game.Catherine f
Catherine doesn’t answer right away.Not likely. Even washed tattoos must leave some sort of a trace. Ink under the skin is not easy to get rid of, just like anything under one’s skin.For example, a woman.Damian waits, his eyes on her so sharp as if he could cut her open with those eyes and get the answer himself.“...no,” Catherine turns to him, her voice light but calm.She’s not lying.Damian feels a tremendous wave of disappointment washing over him. What did he expect? That Catherine could be that woman? Or it’s because...He wants her to be?“You are looking for someone,” Catherine states, not asking, glancing at Damian with indifferent eyes, “a biker with a collarbone tattoo?”Damian doesn’t answer her, real darkness occupying his eyes this time.“I can ask around for you if you want,” Catherine offers, her tone so light it almost sounds cheering, “who is she?”Damian glances at Catherine with a frown. Her cheering tone stings him. Is Catherine THAT happy to see his attention
Catherine bites her lips.She wants to throw something at him again. [Why would anyone marry such a mean guy] in a scornful tone would be perfect.“Katie!” Catherine jumps at that shout, startled. She didn’t think Maverick would ever talk to her, not to mention initiating one.Maverick has been out looking for her for a while now. If she didn’t go back to question Killian, she would have missed him. Maverick dashes to her side, a hand landing on the top of Damian’s Rolls Royce as he tries to calm his panting.Damian glares forward, the twisted eyebrows showing the man’s sulk.“How much do you need?” Maverick asks, only to add awkwardly, “Delete the recording, and you can name your number.”Catherine curves her lips into a bitter smile.A month ago this man was still a perfect gentleman, attending to her like she was his treasure. They could talk, laugh, having all kinds of fun in the world. And now, he sees her as an extortionist and he is only talking to her to protect another woman
Damian’s sharp eyes nailed on her, not buying it at all. She is lying....but her eyes are so luring that it almost feels like she is lying with the truth...Some bold whistles, along with gasps and whispers. Catherine ignores all that, taking Damian’s observing look calmly.Ava stares at the two people in disbelief, and only looks away when Damian’s eyes dart in her direction.A smirk crawls onto Damian’s face.He sees through Catherine’s lie after he sees Ava’s look--Everyone knows how he loved Ava for years, and how Ava has been with Killian for years, too. The hottest gossip these days remains how after breaking up with Killian, Ava only came back to get back with him, again.Damian came off as the pathetic backup in this story. Catherines knows that, and her offer, is pursuing him in front of Ava--Everyone knows how Ava used to be jealous of Catherine.Before Catherine’s epic fall, maybe still is. After all, Catherine, Bess and Ava were the three city princesses. The richest, m
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