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Chapter Five

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Hope.

After spending over four hours this afternoon getting myself ready for this gala, the nerves were starting to come in now. I looked different, so different I was having a hard time recognizing myself in the mirror I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time as Alba fixed my hair.

“You look stunning Miss Hope, you look like a princess.” She said smiling. She reminded me of my mother so much. I hadn’t realized how much I missed my mother until I met Alba. Which explains why I liked her. 

“Thank you Alba.” I said smiling turning around to see the back of the dress. It was backless so I was wearing it braless. With my hair held up in a bun, it left room for my neck to shine.

“Damian said you should wear this tonight.” she said holding up diamond earrings and a matching necklace to my skin.

“I can’t possibly wear that.” I said looking at the pure diamonds in complete awe. “ they are so beautiful.” I said taking them from her hands. I have never held real diamonds in my hands before leave alone wear them.

“They are going to look so beautiful on you, they compliment your skin.” She was about to help me put them on when I saw a reflection of him in the mirror.

“Alba thank you, but I will take it from here.” He said taking the diamonds from her hands. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a red pocket handkerchief that matched my dress. The man could wear anything and look good as hell.

“You look lovely.” Damian said stepping behind me as soon as Alba left the room. I could feel his cock against my butt. My body immediately reacted to his presence and suddenly I felt like the temperatures had gone up. 

“I look more like Mrs. Damian in this dress don’t i?” I asked with a grin playfully moving a little bit to the side to show him how much skin I was showing. Even I had to admit I looked like those women from TV and magazines that I ridicule so much

“Yes you do, but not as beautiful as the very first day I laid eyes on you, you were stunning Hope.” He said touching my stomach caressing softly, and for the first time I saw a real glint of playfulness in his eyes I had never seen before, he seemed to be having fun so I decided to play along for a little bit longer.

“Do you remember, I was there with that prince,” I said touching his hand playfully with my ring finger.

“No, I was the prince, you were there alone standing by the water fountain almost all night. And I walked over to you and asked you, do you work here?” he said his grin getting bigger. His hands started going up until one was now firmly holding my breast and he leaned in closer to my neck and started kissing my neck and ear lobe.

“I said, do I look like I work here?” I said trying to keep a straight face ignoring the millions fireworks he was causing in my body.

“And then I said you are too beautiful to be working here.” He said before he slowly lifted my dress and his hand was on my bare stomach "Now that is much better than saying we signed contracts by our parents forcefully, isn't it mi a or?".

"Yeah it is." i said trying to hold a straight face. 

Before I knew it he had his finger inside me while kissing me profusely. I couldn’t hold myself anymore I leaned forward and held on to the mirror trying my best not to scream with pleasure. I was about to explode when he withdrew his fingers and kneeled down in front of me holding me up against the mirror and he started going down on me. I thought I had felt pleasure and torture at the same time but it was different. He bit my clit giving me a little tingliness before he inserted a finger inside my opening while still playing with my clit. His other hand was pinching my nipple twisting it and the feeling felt like heaven. 

“Don’t stop, am Cumming, am Cumming.” I yelled and on cue his motions fastened and I couldn’t take it anymore I finally came in his mouth and immediately shame overcame me. He stood up and removed his red pocket handkerchief and wiped his mouth smiling before he told me in the sexiest voice I had ever heard him use on me, “You have the sweetest cunt I have ever tasted.” And my heart melted in my stomach. “Now get yourself ready we are leaving in a few minutes.” And with that he left the room. And suddenly the Damian I knew, the cold man with no emotions was back. I quickly fixed my dress and hair in the mirror before picking up my pulse and heading out to the voyeur where the limo was waiting for us.

Only him had the ability to make you feel like you own the world in one minute and take it all away in another leaving you feeling empty and useless. But I couldn’t focus on my emotions, not tonight . if there is something I have leant in the past five years is to put my emotions away and focus on the bigger picture. I quickly picked up my pulse and walked outside to where the limo was waiting.

Marco the driver opened the door slowly for me, I got in and Damian was not in there already. I took out my mirror to fix my make up one last time before he joined me, when I heard him arguing with one of the security men. 

“What’s that all about?” I asked the driver leaning forward so that I could still see who exactly Damian was arguing with.

“I can’t really say.” Marco said avoiding eye contact with me; Marco had slowly become one of the security men that I actually liked. He always made me not feel so alone.

“come on, I thought we had a special bond, you don’t have to tell me anything that will put your job in jeopardy I just need to know why he is so rattled up, he seemed fine a few minutes ago until he received a phone call and his whole demeanor changed.”

“Am not supposed to tell you this but your sister stopped by,” the moment he mentioned Lola my whole body went cold, and I could feel fear oozing through. I quickly tried to keep a straight face as he went on about how mad Damian was, why was she visiting me? I still didn't know if I wanted her in my life yet. But I couldn't focus my attention and thoughts on Lola right now, not tonight. I needed all the strength to deal with the gala. 

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