“Here we are.” Damien said, parking his car.
He had just brought a literal angel home. It all happened so fast. After she disappeared from the dance floor, he thought he would never set his eyes on her again.
Guess luck was on his side. In the next few minutes after he spotted her, she was right in front of him. Even more, luck, because she seemingly knew and liked him.
He never brought home girls from clubs. Damien usually booked a room at a hotel or crashed their house. He was not this reckless on a regular day.
But, Celine was different. He could not put it in words, but something about her pulling him in. He had also been wasted on alcohol, so that could also be it.
Her name was Celine. Was that some kind of coincidence?
He turned to look at her. She had not moved an inch since he announced that they had arrived at his hou
“Céline, please,” he begged. She still ignored him, showing him what those hands promised once she got them on his body. The sight of her in her panties alone was making him go crazy, then what she was doing was enough to take away the little sanity he had left. He would not sit and let her torture him, so he stood up and went over to her.“Céline, stop.” He said, raising his voice and grabbing her two hands and holding them above him.“What should I stop doing- this?” She asked, releasing her right hand from his and using it to grab his cock.He opened his eyes immediately and looked down at her hand.She was working it, just the way he rubbed her breast through her bra when it was still on a few minutes ago. Her hand was fulfilling one of its promises.He moaned her name. He was still in his trousers, yet it felt so good.
Celine closed the front door smirking. Pfft. Her aunt was okay. It was all part of her naughty plan. Mischievous, yes. But after that, there was no freaking way Damien would not try to come for her.“Too bad. Damien does not need to get my details from the email I sent anymore, that back there was a better proposal.” She muttered, trying to suppress a laugh threatening to expose her gimmick.She ran off the front porch and a little farther away from his house with her hands tightly pressed to her mouth.She took down her hands and laughed out when she was a safe distance from his home.“That was so callous!” She exclaimed, still laughing. She was bending over and clenching her stomach, trying to control her laughter.“I must have left the poor guy with a hard-on!”Gosh, He fell for it. The look of frustration and need on hi
With excruciating slow steps, she came toward him.She was in a dress so revealing and deliciously indecent.It was a white lacey and flowered short gown. It was painfully tight, so he wondered how she managed to walk with it.Unbelievably transparent, he wondered, too, the essence of wearing it at all when you could stay naked. She was barefooted, her long legs straight, smooth and silky.As she stretched out those long legs, taking slow steps towards him, it built his anticipation, each step skyrocketing his curiosity. She shone so brightly, implausibly emitting light like a bulb with so much energy and powerful electricity.She was the only thing lighting up the room, the room which he was yet to recognize.He was sure that he had seen an angel.At least, that was the only explanation he could give to something so incredible and imposs
Taking a deep breath, he reached out to touch her face. Midway, he was interrupted. What was that sound? It sounded like a phone ringing. He twisted his head around, trying to locate the source of the sound. When he could not, he turned back to look at her. She was fading, gradually disappearing.“Wait!” he shouted, snapping his eyes open and abruptly sitting upright on his bed. The buzzing of his phone on top of his bed, beside his desk, drew his attention. So that was it. That was what rudely interrupted.Sighing, he used his left hand to rake his hair. The second fucking time! He had never once thought that he would regret the existence of phones. Speak about wrong timing. The phone was still buzzing, asking for his attention. Hissing, he climbed out of bed, picked the phone and threw it across the room.“Fuck you!” he said through gritted teeth. Ignoring the phone, he stripped and headed for t
Damien walked into his office. The leftover pile of paperwork neatly arranged on top of his office desk greeted him. He stared down at them for two minutes straight, then he groaned out loud. How has he been doing this? That, he didn’t know, but what he did know is that he couldn’t do this any longer. He needed a personal assistant. He walked over to his office chair and sat down. The last thing he felt like doing was work, and he didn’t. He took out his phone to call Lucas. He answered at the third ring.“Hey, bro, I need your help.”“Damien, if this is about that-”“No, this is not about her.” Damien cuts him off before he finish speaking.“Thank goodness, so you want me to hook you up with someone else?” Damien knew he was smiling. He could hear it in his voice.“No, not that. I’m very capable of getting myself a
“Lucas, how are your recommendations for a personal assistant for me going?” Damien spoke into the phone, with an exhausted tone.The work had been clamping down on him at the same time he could not get this Celine girl out of his mind he had even gone back to the club and asked the bartender there. The man had no clue who she was either and he claimed to have not seen her since that day.He had been getting very frustrated. But fate had smiled on him.“Why not put up a notice for one yourself man. You were not satisfied with all the ladies I got you, I even recommended some male assistants, you know, in case it was just the gender that was the problem. You constantly find fault in every single one of them. Honestly I do not know what to do for you again. I am really trying not to get pissed of here.”“Fine, forget the search for the personal assistant. I was looking for
He picked it up, opening the last page, a smile grew on his masculine face.Celine's angelic face was on the file and the way she smiled in the picture, it brought back images of her in his car that night. The way she hide her face, looking down shyly, he found it so cute. When he told her she was more beautiful than his house, she brightened up the entire place with her smile and that turned him on then just like it was doing to him now.This wasn't love. This was a messed up version of an outrageous lust that would soon eat him up if he didn't find a way to bury himself deep within the softness of her body. That was the only way he was going to take images of her from his head. He had to stick to his rule of sleeping with a woman only once.Though something deep within told him that Celine was going to be di
Celine paced impatiently in her room. She was in deep thoughts. She had played her seduction card. She had left Damien wanting and craving for her. Now she was at a cross road.Should she walk back to his house?No, that would be too strange. If she was going to maintain the façade she was carrying. That move would be too calculative to pass as a natural coincidence again. He might smell out her dirty plans and reject her for good.But staying away for too long wasn't helping her either.What if he forgot about her? What if her seduction wasn't good enough? What if he got furious the moment she walked out of his house?"God please help your daughter.
Céline's phone dinged, notifying her of a message. She checked it and heart stopped."Céline, what is it?" Her aunt asked.Céline was unable to talk, she passed her phone over to her aunt to check for herself. Elizabeth took the phone and squinted over the device to check. She read the name but it didn't ring any bells."Abel? Do you know this person?" Elizabeth could not figure out what had gotten Céline so worked up over a simple name."Check again, aunt." Céline whispered as tears spilled from her eyes. She couldn't believe what was happening.Elizabeth furrowed her brows and checked the message again. "Is this message from John?"Céline only nodded, using her hands to muffle her cries. It seemed to her that her problems where never ending.Elizabeth checked the message again and gasped. Like a difficult puzzle, she had been able to put the pieces together in her head."Oh my God!""Abel
"His name is John Sherman. He dated Céline back in high school and they broke up when she had to leave for college." Lucas read from the file in his hands.They were in Damien's office going through reports they were able to get their hands on about Céline's caller."It says here, he was admitted for psychiatric care but vanished with no trace months ago." Damien said pacing the office.They were dealing with a psychopath here and it made the hairs at the back of Damien's neck stand erect. Céline must have been so scared, that was why she accepted to do it."Don't worry bro, we'll catch him. Brian has contacted the best hands in the police department. The best private investigators are searching
Céline was in deep thoughts. She would be a mother soon. She wouldn't want her child to think of her as the thief she was going to be after taking the money Damien had giving to her.Yes. He gifted it to her and that meant she could use it. Yet, her mind rejected the option. Where else could she find legit money to pay off John and within the hour; because John wasn't happy at all, making him wait would only get him riled up.She would just have to call that bank officer and make use of that money. But she would work hard and pay it back, somehow.Elizabeth returned shortly after Mrs Culhane and Damien had left the room. She brought a plate of baked rice and chicken for Céline with a fresh jug of water.
"What have you done!" Mrs Culhane's screeched."Mom, it is not as bad as you think... We just wanted to spend sometime at home-" Damien tried to explain to his mother but she was not having it."Do not give me that Damien Culhane! Do not even try it! Why would you call off your honeymoon! Didn't you think of your innocent wife?""Look at her! She is sick and pale because of you!" She barked pacing the room."Poor girl would be worried sick!"Somehow, Mrs Culhane had found out about Damien calling off his honeymoon and she got to the house when Céline had gone unconscious."Mom, she is sick b
The day after the conversation she had with Damien and even the weeks that followed, Céline remained in her room. She couldn't go to see her aunt as he had suggested. She had finally understood why he was acting coldly towards her. She had gotten the answers to all her questions.He knew.Damien somehow found out about her deal with John and just like she feared, he misunderstood her. He thought she was a gold-digger. A woman who only came after him for his money. A woman who had pretended to love him so she could get her hands on his wealth— and he was right.Whatever he was feeling or thinking about her was true. She was a gold-digger. A cheat, who deceived him. She was a woman without morals. She had seduced him to get his money.&nb
Céline was worried to the bones as she paced around the room that had somehow become her prison. What she had feared had finally happened.She knew the moment Damien brought in Sarah that whatever plans he had would go down the drain. Someone had to notice Sarah's movement in and out of the house and somebody eventually did! Lucas noticed.He came into the house unannounced and he had met her at a very vulnerable position.She had been thinking about her life and how she hadn't been able to see her own husband in almost two weeks, that was when he walked in on her. The shock and fear of seeing him in the house when Damien had wanted to stay hidden from all of them made her unable to control her panic.
"What do you mean by that?" Lucas asked, slowly moving to sit with Damien on the bed."I- I don't have any prove yet but I think she only married me for my money." Damien explained.Lucas stared up at Damien like he had grown a new pair of eyes. "You think?" He asked, laying emphasis on the last word with his eyes almost falling out of their sockets."All these..." Lucas said referring to Damien's marital situation."...you are doing is based on a fucking thought you have? Come on Damien, you are way smarter than this. Give me something concrete.""Well, I over heard her talking to her boyfriend on the phone about it!" Damien said kissing his teeth.
Torturing Céline proved to be even harder for Damien than he had initially thought.He had underestimated his love for her. His body couldn't watch her cry. His heart broke whenever he caught a glimpse of the sadness in her eyes. He couldn't do it.He had called Sarah in so she could handle his meals and maybe a few other things because he feared Céline might poison him. He had to be careful her character was questionable even if he loved her, he didn't trust her.His love for her made it impossible for him to do the things he planned to do to her. He couldn't handle seeing her break down again. Even if he knew she was only faking it, his own heart couldn't take her pain. If he kept seeing her, it wouldn't be long before he ran to her begging for forgiven
Damien helped her make a decision.He walked right pass her like she was a real statue. A monument and nothing more.Swallowing her pain, she went after him. At some point they would have to settle their differences. They couldn't continue like this. They were two adults and they had to come into some sort of arrangement at least.Damien headed to the room. Céline followed but stayed by the door watching him as he took out a bag from the closet. He started picking out his clothes from the neat pile of clothes folded in the cupboards and threw them into the bag.Maybe he was also packing for the honeymoon, Céline thought. Maybe there was a way of solving this problem of theirs all she had to do was star