5. High-class Vampire Pride

“Hohoho… who the hell is accompanying you this time, Miss?”

The three beauty clinic nurses flocked to see the tall figure on the right side of A. More precisely, hope. Because a large blanket covers his head to toe. Half of the face is also covered with a black mask. How could he want to let his body be exposed, or recognized by people?

After all, Damian was a director of a company. He was willing to obey orders to improve his image, if caught going out with that woman, things would get worse. If it was like that, he had no other way. He should have had one disciple inherit the clan head position.

Regret always comes at the end.

“He is my favorite,” said Almeera pulling the black rope tied around Damian's neck. “Come on… we have to beautify ourselves because soon there will be an important event.”

After the two of them entered the room, the three women there gave a muffled scream. Guessing who was behind the big blanket, maybe an actor, they thought.

On the reddish-brown sofa, Damian sat quietly. Sometimes his eyes accidentally stare at Almeera who is consulting a beauty specialist. Her slender fingers touched her cheek as she chatted lightly.

Now and then a woman's laughter with slightly thick lips boomed. “How long do I have to watch this kind of unfortunate thing?” muttered the man averting his eyes while pressing his temples in pain.

“Let me see for a moment."

Damian was slightly deceived by the doctor's voice, then chose not to care. For him, it's up to the human being to do what. After all, it turns out that he is a fan of handsome men. However, what is puzzling is, why did the male doctor choose a beauty major? Like nothing else.

The background is clear. If not to seduce a lot of women, what else?

Yeah, a girl like Almeera Laurens.

“As usual, your skin is too dry, and sensitive. Are you still wearing the foundation I suggested?” he asked.

Almeera shook her head, changing into a sitting position. She just lay down to have his skin checked with state-of-the-art equipment there. And the results were disappointing.

“Foundation is very rare because it ran out, I just used what was there. Even though the moisturizing content is quite a lot.”

“How about I prescribe a new one? But the price is more expensive than yesterday, guaranteed stock is always there!” said the man taking a piece of paper from the desk drawer, as well as a pen.

“How many?" Slow.

“Only twelve million three hundred for twenty millimeters. It's only a quarter of a percent different from before. I will increase the composition of the moisturizer.” Write a prescription that will later be redeemed. Almeera just nodded in understanding.

Unable to take it any longer, Damian stood up and pounded the table in front of the doctor. "You think it's cheap?" he grumbled.

'The price of blood just doesn't go that way!' Damian thought. 'Just how dry is this crazy woman's skin?!'

Without thinking, he pulled Almeera out of the place. He doesn't care about the blanket anymore, whatever people say. Arriving at the parking lot, Damian suddenly pushed and cornered Almeera on the door of the red car.

Making Almeera's eyes widen unusually with the obsessive attitude of the handsome man.

“It's better for you to spend that money paying for me than to make up for a useless foundation!” Damian said.

The woman laughed, then touched the spoiled chest area in front of her face. “How should I pay you? I don't think twenty million of foundation money is enough to enjoy this golf course."

Almeera's beautiful bead now looked at each other with Damian. No rejection, as usual, It was clear that he was in big trouble. Namely, thinking about the fate of some employees in the cleaning department who are skinny.

It had been a long time since he had checked the situation at the lower level staff because he was too busy taking care of the company. Unexpectedly their aura was so gloomy, with thin faces and frail bodies. Vampires shouldn't have physical deficiencies, One obvious reason is that they don't get fresh blood stocks every week.

Vampires are required to drink fresh blood at least once a week, otherwise, it will be fatal. It made him feel guilty, especially now that he had to always be with Almeera. Who will pay attention to the people in his office?

“How much would you like to have it? The more you want, the higher the rates, right?”

Now, who cares about ego? He didn't want to be the head of the clan. Sacrifice will be in vain if his followers do not enjoy the results he has worked so hard to achieve.

“Rates? I don't think of you as mere gratification. You are mine since signing the letter, listen Damian, when we do 'that', you are free to ask me anything." Wrapped her arms around the man's broad shoulders.

“That's why... come to me, you're the one who asked to be cradled intimately, not me. Understand?" Almeera brought their faces closer, for a moment, then left a little distance to stare at each other.

Damian's eyes went wide as the white-skinned woman brushed the long hair around her right neck. "Mark, here." Pointing just below the ear, waiting with closed eyes.

"H-how? What do you...?" The man flinched and spontaneously moved away from his grip. Completely not understanding what was said earlier, her brain automatically thought that Almeera wanted to be bitten.

The aroma that bursts into the nostrils, is sweet and intoxicating. The pretty long neck seemed to be waiting for its fangs to bite. What is this strange sensation? As long as he lives in the modern era, he has never done drinking blood directly from humans.

And he doesn't want to do it again.

“You only need to kiss it for a while until a red mark appears, do I need to teach you?" Almeera tugged at Damian's neck.

A squeaking sound as her lips touched the surface of the man's neck was heard. The hairs on the back of the neck exploded right when the skin felt sucked, goosebumps. The red hue on his firm face, which usually had a flat expression, couldn't be hidden anymore. Enduring a strange sensation all over the body, radiating from one point.

A few seconds seemed to pass so long, the heart that had always beat neutral was now out of control. Either because of the temptation of Almeera's sweet blood scent or because of the stifled kiss, everything mixed into an abnormal flutter.

Damian felt the heat, his fangs popping out despite being held back as hard as he could. Illusions began to appear, at a time like that ... he knew something bad was going to happen. Luckily at the last moment of consciousness, the soft object moved away, also her body immediately leaned against the car door.

Flat expression, looking relaxed wiping messy lipstick. "Study well, dear. Come on… it's time to go home, right?”

“You're the one driving, I want to sleep for a bit,” she continued, opening the door at the back and entering.

Damian was still in shock. Takes off the black rope around his neck, having trouble catching his breath. “What the hell is this human, making me hungry!” He grumbled softly as he staggered to the driver's seat.

“In the future, you have to tag me, huh?”

"You mean, like before?"

“Yeah, I already taught you to know! So thank you. You have to repay the favor, I'm waiting for Damian Van Xaldrich's performance tomorrow," said Almeera with a big smile.

'This crazy woman...,' Damian cursed inwardly, starting the car.

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