Damascus Arison second in command of the Dragon Kingdom, could not get his mind off the angel who had saved him after an unfortunate accident on his motorcycle. Amara Hayes, marketing manager and non profit event coordinator, hoped that the man she had tried to save was still out there. When the two finally set eyes on one another at a Banquet being held for the Prince of the Dragon Kingdom, Damascus is stunned to find that his angel was in fact a human woman. He must now war within himself between wanting to keep the woman for himself and keeping her away so as not to soil her perfectly innocent soul.
View MoreAmara and Leslie stood on the left side of the stage as Damascus had instructed. Amara could feel her palms perspiring. It was not the first time being in front of a large audience, however, her audience was never a room full of Dragons. "It will be alright," Leslie finally said. Amara could only nod in answer. The stage was a smaller one than the banquet she had recently held, and it was in the main dining hall of the castle, which again was smaller than the large venue, but it also made it so there was less room to hide. What are you doing? This is not who you are. Remember who you are, a small voice inside of Amara's head said. She squared her shoulders then. That is right. She fought tooth and nail when she was younger and again in her adulthood to make herself what she was today, without anyone for help until Leslie came along. "Please help me in welcoming Amara Hayes and her assist Leslie Howard to the Divine Kingdom," Gabriel finally announced to the crowd. There was applaus
Damascus had left Amara and Leslie after seeing that they made it home. They had taken off shortly after lunch to get ready for the event being held at the castle that evening. Amara had confided in Damascus that she was a bit nervous to be in a room full of Dragons who might not be able to accept the fact that there was a human living among them. Gabriel had already told Damascus about Leslie. He was aware that she was one as well, but up until now she thought that she was alone. Damascus was glad that she was no longer on her know. He had met several Dragons who had grown up that way and it changed them for the worst. They became bitter and angry when they found out about the Kingdoms and turned their hatred on their own kind. However, Leslie seemed nothing like the others and he was thankful for that. Damascus had left his and Amara's conversations surface level for the remainder of the day. He knew that she was nervous enough without adding in any conversation about their relati
Amara walked over and let her weight fall onto the couch next to Leslie. "Was it a good ride then?" Leslie asked. A smile still firmly planted on face. Amara rolled her head and looked over at Leslie without lifting her head from the back of the couch. "It was," Amara finally said. Leslie had put on a reality show in the background. Although for the life of her, Leslie could not explain the plot to any of it. "I made some chicken and rice in the kitchen if you care for some," Leslie said to Amara. Amara thanked her and walked to the kitchen to grab a bowl. They were content to sit on the couch and talk about the ridiculousness of the show that was currently running.*****************************************************************************************************************The next morning, Amara woke after a heated dream about a certain man in a motorcycle helmet. The dream had left her feeling unsatisfied. The idea of a helping hand was not foreign to her. She was still a vir
"Sorry," Damascus said a little breathlessly. Amara had to get past her own drumming in her ears to make sure that she heard him correctly. "You do not need to apologize," she said. "I did not bring you up here to do that," Damascus tried to explain himself. It helped her to know that he was feeling something between them as well. Something that he had a hard time controlling. "You do not need to apologize for kissing me," Amara tried to give him a small smile so that he believed the words that she said. "This is completely new to me, and I do not know where we go from here," Damascus admitted. New for him? Amara was confused. "You have never kissed a woman before?" she asked. It was the second time that she heard Damascus chuckle. She realized that she liked the sound and hoped that he would start to do it more often. It lit up his face and she could feel it released some of his tension. Although the idea of him kissing someone else did have a bit of jealousy sting running down
Damascus's hands had shook slightly as he had fastened the helmet on Amara. She would be his first passenger on his bike ever. He knew that he would not be able to go the same careless speeds that he normally went while he was alone. She was too precious of cargo to chance something happening and Damacus would never be able to forgive himself. If Gabriel knew that he had taken his bike rather than a car he would be chastising him. Gabriel had offered the dresses as a reason for Damascus to go over to Amara's and ask her on a date. But Gabriel's idea of a date was a nice quiet dinner. Damascus had no idea how to behave on a quite fancy date. So he stuck closer to what he knew. Adrenaline. Damascus pulled the large motorcycle away from the curb and took great care to go slow and let Amara gt accustomed to sitting on the back of the bike. He had not fully thought though his plan as riding together put Amara's entire front pressed against his back. Even though he was wearing a riding ja
Amara got back to her office and greeted her by an email from Gabriel. It laid out everything for the event that would be the following evening. He had also added that she was not to work that night. It was to introduce the citizens to her as well as her to them He planned for her to enjoy her evening without any other interruptions. Amara let out a humph noise. There went the idea of taking over and showing the King what she could do. Leslie had been quiet as they had walked back to the office. She did not try to ask what Damascus and Amara talked about. She would let Amara disclose that if she ever did. Leslie wondered what would happen with the two. Amara had been angry about Damascus keeping an eye on her, but Amara had only grown angry when the man sitting in the coffee shop was not Damascus himself. Leslie stuck to her desk the remainder of the day and worked through a few action items that Amara had sent to her. It wasn’t until three o'clock in the afternoon that Amara final
Damascus found himself unusually distracted for the rest of the training session. The other warriors noticed it as well. Damascus tried to ignore the whispers among them. He did not want to draw any more attention to his and Amara's discussion than it seemed it was already drawing. "Get cleaned up and something to eat, that is it for today," Damascus shouted to the rest of the warriors. Damascus turned around and headed towards his own set of rooms within the castle. He had almost made it to his door uninterrupted until he heard his King's voice travelling down the hallway. "What happened during the training session this morning, D?" Gabriel's voice held a sour note and Damascus turned around. His own irritation plainly written on his face. "Nothing that I cannot handle," he wondered who had run off during the session to inform Gabriel about Amara's visit. He had no doubt it was a certain female warrior. Ebony was having a hard time keeping her noise out of Damascus's business, at
Amara stormed off in the direction of the castle. She had no idea is Damascus was going to be there but she figured that it was as good place to start. He was the second after all. Where would he be? Amara saw the tall cone shaped roof come into view as she got closer to the castle. As she neared the front steps she could hear someone shouting orders from the field that sat not too far off on the left side of the castle. Amara walked around and hoped that Damascus was the one shouting the orders. Her hopes were rewarded as she rounded the corner and saw none other than the devil himself standing in front of a group of men as well as the one female. She was blanking on her name once more, even though Gabriel had introduced her in one of their meetings before. Amara was too angry to take the time to try and recall the woman's name. Amara beelined it for the field. Some of the men noticed her approach and looked at her with questions clearly written on their face. Damascus noticed th
The next morning Amara was resolved in her decision to confront Damascus. If for no other reason than to find out why he was keeping a close eye on her and Leslie. Amara rolled from her bed and made her way to the connecting bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped through the glass sliding door. The warm water cascaded down her body and helped soothe her aching muscles. Being in a new place with a dark figure that invaded her every thought was recking havoc on her sense and upsetting her sleep.Amara ran her hands down her face and through her hair. She did not want to leave the shower but knew that she needed to get her day started. Gabriel Eros mentioned an event the following day that he would introduce Amara and Leslie to some of the Kingdom. Amara would need to find out what type of event it was and if he needed any assistance with any final details. Event planning was most definitely in her wheelhouse and what better way to show the King what he had hired her for than
Damascus Arison could feel all 321 horsepower between his legs as he raced his Kawasaki Ninja H2 R down the highway. The night was as dark as his matte black bike. The only illumination came from the light that sat in the center of his motorcycle. The rain was heavy as it fell. The drops hit the front of his visor, but Damascus did not care. His heart had been shattered into a million pieces after he had left his grandmother's bedside in the hospital. She had taken her last breath while he was present. Damascus held her hand as the weight of it fell into his palm as her eye lids had closed with her last breath. Ada Arison had raised Damascus at the age of fourteen years old after his father's "accident". Ada had been his father's mother, but she had not been in his life much before she came and took him away after his father's funeral. Adrian Arison had been a cruel man in life and Damascus had always assumed that Ada had kept her distance same as his mother who had fled from his f...
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