8 - Grumpy Old Man
Summer
I woke up with an aching body. My bleary eyes blinked at the sleeping person beside me and unconsciously, a small smile tugged at my lips. Even asleep, he hadn’t removed his mask. I rolled over and tried to stretch without wincing. My entire body felt sore.
After our late-night pizza, we fucked till morning until I passed out. I remember that at one point, we were on the floor. I don’t know how that happened.
Taking a deep breath, I sat up and checked my cell phone. It was almost four in the morning, and my agent was blowing up my phone with texts in all caps.
Damn, twelve missed calls?
I peeked over my shoulder to find him asleep and quietly got dressed. I didn’t enjoy doing the walk of shame, especially when t
9 - I Don’t Know HerDamonI glared at the replies and resisted the urge to slam the iPad on the desk and instead took a deep breath, holding the tablet gently.“What the fuck is this?” I asked, glaring at our marketing agent who brought me the latest news of my late mother’s beauty brand, Moore, and how the new promotion was going down the hill.I had invested over a million dollars, and it was going down the drain.“I don’t think we are marketing the product well, Mr. Grant.”I stood up, the chair creaking and rolling back as I glared at her. “You don’t think I can see that?! Remind me, Janice,” I said, keeping my palms on the desk and loom
Part Two“Let me play with you and your body.”10 - SimpDamonI checked the time on the watch and sighed, staring at the roof of my car. Why the fuck do I have to support her gathering when she was the reason for her own fucking mess?Emma. You’re doing a favor for Emma. Nothing else.Grumbling underneath my breath, I let the valet open my car door and gave him a hefty tip before staring up at the enormous building. The evening air was chilly as I buttoned my suit and clenched my jaw. I hated social gatherings. I hated her.The last time we were together, it had ended up with me kissing her, scolding her, and driving her cute, pouty ass home.No, fuck, Damon! Stop thinking about her ass.I walked towards the revolving doors and paused when the woman in a deep red dress went in at the same time from th
11 - Sister’s Best FriendDamonI sat down, feeling the cold seep from my slacks to my skin. Thank fuck she spilled it on my thighs instead of crotch.“I’m so sorry,” Summer said, her voice high-pitched as she took a clean napkin and went on her knees to dab it over my thigh. “I wasn’t looking and it just… happened.”She looked up at me, her big, doe-brown eyes making me clench my teeth. She didn’t know how fucking sinful she looked on her knees with that dress on. Patting dry my soaked slacks as if she truly wanted to help me, she kept blubbering about how it was an honest mistake, her hands going everywhere over my thigh.Thankfully, everyone had moved on from the minor incident. I leaned down and held her warm hand on my thigh. “Don’t
12 - VentSummerI slumped on the couch, which was also my bed-slash-desk. It was multipurpose, and I was glad it had lasted me for over two years even though I thrifted it for less than forty dollars.My feet ached from wearing heels all night, and I tried to rub away the soreness. The event to improve my name and drown out the rumors was successful with little to no accidents.Except that jerk getting mad over a tiny spill.But I gotta admit, even though he was a huge grump, his thighs were strong. I remembered the dark gleam in his eyes when I was trying to help him pat it dry. He was definitely a weirdo for getting angry at me. Even when I suggested having it dry cleaned.&nb
13 - H-O-TSummerI chugged a large gulp of cheap wine and stared at the articles and their atrocious headlines. ‘Twenty-two-year-old Hate-Love Star Flirting With the Dashing CEO of Moore Beauty: Do You Think Sugar Daddy Damon Is H-O-T? Read More!’Gross.Even if he paid me a grand to be in his presence, I wouldn’t accept it. I’d need at least fifty to sixty grand in this economy.I wonder what his face would look like when he finds out about the rumors. I snickered, drinking more wine. His nose would flare, and he’d snap or bark at anyone closest to him before calling me.I hope he doesn’t.Slumping on the couch, I scrolled through more
15 - You’re Not my TypeSummerI was grateful for the plush chair my butt was stuck to. Because if I were standing, I’d have fainted.“It can’t be you!” I said, my voice high pitched. Clearly, I was having a mental breakdown.He didn’t seem pleased either. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He spanked me. Teased me, made me cum better than my battery-operated friends, and he was caring. Damon and caring didn’t belong in the same sentence and yet…I chuckled, fanning my flustered cheeks and neck. I felt so hot all of a sudden. “I get it. Emma and Mia, you can come out.” I grinned at Damon and stood up. “That’s a really great prank, by the way. Your acting is so good. I almost believed it—”“I gave you those hickey
16 - Her BoyfriendSummerI stiffened, clenching my hands in a fist.“You are so fucking infuriating,” he whispered, his harsh, warm breath fanning over my neck, making my heart stutter.“Feeling’s mutual,” I said, turning around and glaring at him. “Let me leave.”His stormy dark eyes met mine, and I hated the way he looked at me, making butterflies flutter in my stomach. Maybe I was delusional, and they were actually moths warning me to get away from him.“I apologize for accentuating that white men in power demanding sex or as you said and I quote, ‘blowie’ for a position, but… I’m not one of them.” His jaw clenched, and I eyed his high cheekbones and sharp jaw peppered with the righ
17 - Because I CanDamonWalking with her lithe body pressed against my side was definitely strange. And somehow comforting at the same time. I looked at her, her soft curls framing her sharp face, and noted the splatter of freckles on her nose and cheeks.She was pretty. Very pretty. Like the girl next door who always had a smile on her face.“Do I have something on my face?” she asked, frowning at me.I was glad she wasn’t questioning why I hadn’t moved my arm from her waist.“Yes,” I lied and stopped her. People walked past us without a care in the world. The smell of crispy fries and salty breeze hung in the air. I touched her cheek, staring at her brown eyes that were glowing with golden hues in the setting sun and—fuck, why did she have to be so fucking beautif