4. Sweet Trap

It's enough.

Damian was sick of being toyed with, but that was the only way if he didn't want to be enslaved by the Emerl Clan, even though the title would remain the same. The pseudo pleasure that the beautiful woman promised was the most terrible thing in her life.

“Humans really can't think rationally,” the man muttered, collapsing. His body bounced on his bed.

Beautiful beads stared at the ceiling and blinked a few times. An exasperated sigh sounded, Damian laughed out loud lamenting the worst fate in his entire life. I can't imagine what it would be like if he became one of the prisoners in Almeera's magnificent house, moreover ... he had signed a letter of agreement.

That's the main problem, trapped by sweet words makes regret inflame the chest. He was very confident before leaving for the enemy's residence. Saying that William and the rest of the retainers need not worry, he will negotiate calmly, everything will return to the way it was.

However, tara...

Damian's defenses collapsed when the woman pleaded and touched his arm, not the words of romance that were thrown so that he was swept away in the enemy arena. Rather it is an inducement about a peaceful life. Promise to meet all company needs and correct the bad news that is widely spread.

Damian was tempted. He always wants to live well without having to work hard, considering how long he has been in the business world. Every 10 years, the business changes, and so does the identity. Changing residences, he has lived. Having neither descendants nor personal disciples, no one could replace the position of the clan leader.

Based on free will, aka retirement. He signed a contract that was immediately endorsed by a lawyer. Plus, in the letter, it was written that if one of them later reneged, the company would become a guarantee.

"You're kidding, right?" William's eyes bulged hearing the boss's words.

Seen from either side, Damian who always wore a flat expression even when he got into big trouble, was now frowning. Pressing the temples due to dizziness, the documents provided are not a source of frustration. He felt very eager to plunge into the abyss and isolate himself.

“Huh, never mind." The handsome man turned off the cell phone so that he would no longer see the nasty messages from the madman who seemed very much looking forward to his presence.

“You take care of this financial paperwork, I have to do errands, pay... uhh... damn it, the payment for this hard work will be sent to the office account, okay?" Bitterly unable to accept the fact, he immediately put on a blue denim coat.

"You're going to see her? Hm, but it's better than going to Darklhorgie, sir," said the man with slightly curly hair.

Without responding, Damian hurriedly left his room. William's eyes stared at the back of the boss who was slowly drifting away as if he didn't want to be left behind. An exasperated sigh escaped from between his lips, confirming fate.

"Hope you survive, sir."

***

“Now Miss is having breakfast, I was ordered to escort you to her room," said a man.

Damian wasn't used to the state of every man in the residence, their shirts were loose and some of the top buttons were open, revealing a broad chest and some abdominal muscles... Even though he saw it in person, he still hoped that he wouldn't have the same fate.

He is one of the most ethical and honorable vampires.

Then faced with things beyond reason. Rarely had he heard that women had that much savings, usually rich men behave like this. Cheap job. What he is doing now?

"What do you mean by approaching my Miss?"

From the very beginning, the man had always looked at Damian cynically and was possessive of Almeera, making Damian slightly disgusted. Why should he bring up feelings, when their status is only owners and toys? What if it is damaged or bored will be thrown away, without knowing when? It's a very wasteful feeling.

"Just ask your lady," he said, bored.

"Tch!" Annoyed, because Damian replied so curtly.

“Here you go, this is your room." His sentence paused for a moment, then finally thrust his hand forward. "Since it was Miss Laurens who ordered, introduce my name Adelard Phantom.”

Mixed with reluctance, the man held Adelard's hand, briefly. He intended to ignore it, but someone came and said hello. Since the vampire's memory was quite good, the human was instantly recognized as one of Almeera's boys.

“Adelard, don't be too sarcastic with him," the man with reddish brown irises said as he approached them.

“How lucky, huh? Your room is also next door to Miss. My room is there." He said pointing to a door at the other end. "Just call me Eron." Introduce myself.

"Don't be too friendly with her, she could be a danger to our Lady's safety." Adelard emphasized the word 'our' in his speech. Making Damian even more irritated.

How could he be so eager to antagonize a newcomer just out of jealousy?

“Too bad I have to be with these weird humans,” Damian muttered as he opened the door and entered without any regard for the people.

“Why are you defending him? I heard he kicked Miss Laurens out of the party, but she invited him herself,” Adelard sneered, putting his hands on his hips.

“After all, we will be together in one house for a long time. We have to get to know each other, at least get to know each other. You don't need to be too wary, just believe it because it was Miss who brought the boy."

"I hope you understand what I'm saying," continued Eron.

Made Adelard take a deep breath. "Fine, I'll try as long as he doesn't harm Miss. But just watch out…”

Damian grew silent as he watched the clothes neatly arranged in the large wardrobe in the room. Everything looks so disgusting. The history of honor is over. Soon, there will be things that are unexpectedly approaching.

"It's been more than five hundred years, I've never touched clothes this ugly!” said the man.

He regretted having taken the jewelry business path because he had met Almeera. Women are arrogant and haughty and look down on men. Endless power and wealth is the driving force.

I don't know what kind of life the woman has lived so that she can act like that so casually. Maybe, she has a dark past, then trauma to men (?).

“Knock...knock...knock.”

The beautiful voice imitated the knock on the door, gently pushing the rectangular object.

If the man in there wasn't the cold-hearted Damian, it would be heartwarming to see Almeera's adorable face when she greeted him with a sweet smile. She walked over with his hands tied behind his waist. Follow the object that is being stared at by the man.

With an expression of contrived admiration, she said, "Why is this sexy outfit here?"

"According to you? What do you want me to do today?”

"What is it?" Putting her index finger on her lips, while stepping to scrape the distance between them.

'Is this the right choice? Or… worse than surrendering to the Emerl Clan?’ Damian thought trying to stay calm when he was already next to the girl.

***