It's been one week since I was kicked out of my husband's house by Sophia.I've been living with Lana for the meantime. I'm still waiting for Sophia to get better. After the treatment, I can go back to the house.I miss living with Damien. I miss sleeping next to him. I miss cooking for him. I miss him cooking for me. But distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? He misses me just as badly. He promised that once Sophia gets better, he's checking her into rehab. She will be so mad about it but that's the best thing for her. Atleast in rehab, there won't be many temptations.Damien still makes time for me. Last night, we went on a dinner date. The night before that, we went to the movies. Today, we're going for a coffee date. I'm getting ready. Short dress, trench coat and leather boots is my outfit of the day. Damien should be here any minute.My phone pings on the coffee table.I pick up quickly. It's Damien."Sorry I have to cancel." He says. "Sophia is really sick. She needs me
The coffee date lasts for about fifteen minutes before Natalie storms out of the restaurant in a rush.I leap from the seat and dash to Nate's table. He still has that big smug grin on his face."So what do you think?" He wiggles his eyebrows. "She's hot, right?""She's married!" I blurt out.Okay, that's not how I was planning to share the secret. And that's not the reaction I thought I would get from him. He's still smiling as he leans over the table."I know she's married." Nate says. "She told me that herself. And she also has a two-month old baby. And her husband is the primary caretaker as she goes to work. But she's unhappy in that marriage. And she's getting a divorce.""That's a lie!" I blurt out. "She didn't seem like someone who was getting a divorce at the dinner!""What dinner?"There's a stretch of awkward silence between us, his eyes sharp on me."Natalie is my sister." I admit. "We were recently at a family dinner for my birthday. She was there with her husband and the
A full moon on the sky.The bonfire is big.The trees are swaying. The tents are set up with little lamps lit up from the inside. We are in the middle of nowhere but it strangely feels safe and secure.Everyone is talking and laughing and dancing and having a good time. The music is slow and nostalgic and the drinks are flowing. The boys are busy with the barbecue. The girls are busy drinking beer. I'm sitting on a stone, watching all of them.Damien is busy with the boys. He looks so relaxed and happy in the company of George, Liam and Ethan. He has a bottle of beer in his hand as he tends to the barbecue. It warms my heart to see him laughing with his friends.Vanessa is laughing at something that Sophia whispered in her ear. Those two have been inseparable since Sophia's overdose. But then again, they've always been close.George's wife, Gina, is busy drinking beer and talking to the two gorgeous women. Lucille and Miranda. I met Lucille when I was planning my wedding. A lovely fu
PART ONE | DARE | I Dare You To Kiss MeIt's my boyfriend's birthday.And I have a nice little surprise for him.Brandon is my boyfriend of eight years. Most birthdays, we just stay home and eat lots of pizza. Drink lots of liquor. Dance lots of silly dances. Exchange cute little letters. But not this time round.This time, we are at a work party. Brandon is busy having fun with his friends. And I'm busy staring at the ceiling, wondering how I ended up here.Sitting on this washroom floor, a glass of champagne dangling in my hand. A glittery purse on my lap. Black heels lying next to me - the heels that my boyfriend bought for me.I'm actually the one who asked Brandon to buy me the heels. And the expensive purse. And this nice black dress. Yesterday, he took me to the spa. Got a nice massage. Got a nice wax. Got a nice pedicure and manicure. Got a new haircut. He paid for all those se
Damien hesitates, looking confused.I pull him closer and plant a kiss on his lips. His mouth tastes like wine. It takes him a few seconds to kiss me back. Brandon's sharp voice stops the awkward kiss."Dani!"I pull away from Damien, whose face is flushed. He's just as surprised as the small crowd of colleagues that turn around to look at us. The kiss has grabbed everyone's attention. Even the background music has suddenly stopped.I slowly turn to look at Brandon, his face contorted with fury. He's staring at me in disbelief. His eyes are red with rage. The clenched jaw is clear proof that he wants to punch someone. Maybe me. Maybe his boss. Most definitely his boss."What the fùck do you think you're doing, Dani!" Brandon barks."What you and Wendy have been secretly doing.""Are you drunk?" "I'm happy, Brandon." I giggle. "Very very happy after kissing your boss. The same way you've been kissing Wendy. And fùcking her. And planning to dump me for her! The two of you are pathetic
Brandon turns to look at me, anger flashing in his eyes. He clenches his jaw and forces a smile."Dani, is it true?" He asks. "My boss is your boyfriend?""Yes." I smile. "Your boss is my boyfriend."The night has actually turned out better than I thought. Thanks to Damien. I slowly look up at him, a little smirk on his face. His grip on my hand tightens. I never knew revenge could taste this good. The Rage and Resentment in Brandon's eyes fills me up with evil excitement."For how long has this been going on?" He asks through gritted teeth."I think you should mind the business that pays you, Brandon." Damien says. "Which is my business."He swallows hard and nods reluctantly."Noted, sir." Brandon turns around and takes the black heels on the floor. The heels that I threw at him and hurt his lip. He raises them, smiling at me."I'll give them to Wendy." Brandon says. "Have a nice life, Dani.""She sure will." Damien smiles, pecking my hand. Brandon storms away, carrying the heels.
It's precisely 11.27 pm when Damien pulls up into the gravel driveway. The two-story house looks like something stolen from a dream. It's a modern and massive house with black walls and glass balcony railings. Damien stops the engine and parks the jeep in the garage. The gigantic garage, packed with a collection of classy cars, is the epitome of the exclusive lifestyle that I would never be able to afford. Not even in my wildest dreams. I don't know why I'm surprised by his luxurious living. He's Damien Fùcking Hunt. The Ceo of Camille Cosmetics. The company makes hundreds of billions annually, making it the most successful makeup company on the planet. Of course, he has a crazy collection of cars and a heavenly house. I guess I'm just in awe because I've never stepped into a billionaire's house. Damien opens the door with a wide smile on his face. To my surprise, he carries me bridal-style to his house, claiming he doesn't want me setting my bare feet on the cold floor. He sets
****** CHAPTER 4 ******* Damien's lips crash on mine. The kiss is not awkward like the first time. It's fierce and passionate. His mouth is hot and soft on mine. He pulls back and vanishes upstairs. He comes back with a condom and wears it swiftly. He knocks his mouth on mine. He lifts me, my legs circling around his waist. He sets me gently on the soft rug, trailing his sweet kisses down from my lips to my neck and lastly to my breasts. I feel a tingle when he bites my nipple. He lowers his hand and sets his fingers between my legs. He starts rubbing gently, making sure I'm wet for him. I dig my fingers in his hair, moaning breathlessly in his ear. He stops and looks down at me, a little smirk on his lips. He's enjoying this. Seeing me hungry for him. "Truth or Dare, Damien," I whisper. "Dare." He whispers back. "I Dare you to destroy me with every inch of your dìck." The devilish grin spreads on his face as he parts my legs and rubs his dìck between my legs. Teasing me. He