“Do you think I’m fine-looking?”I turned my back and there, I have seen Damon smirking naughtily again. The usual cocky guy I see around.But what actually caught my attention is what he was wearing right now. He’s fully dressed as if he was going in a luxurious event. If anything, it's possible that he has another event earlier that's why he's wearing this.I forgot, he’s a well-off man. It’s not a surprise for him to dress like this on a casual occasion. But it’s still weird for me.“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked him, trying to stop myself from smiling because I really don’t get the reason why he’s fully attired.“Why? I’ll meet you, I have to prepare so much,” Damon reasoned out, he even avoided my gaze while he’s scratching the back of his head. He must be embarrassed too because of what he has just done right now.“You prepared, huh?” I teased him, which I don’t even understand too why I did.“Yeah, of course I did,” he defensively replied. I could even see him pout,
His hand suddenly grabbed mine and I was halted from sauntering.“Can you just be mine tonight?”I have heard him whisper. I then looked at him and I saw how his eyes were profound and spangled. I didn’t know how to react at first. I was even shocked that I am also dazed for a moment as I was staring back at his face.“Please, Gia. Stay with me this night,” he even said with his rumbling voice.He was not smiling at all. I could not even understand what he’s feeling within him. He for sure is not trying to tease me or whatever.I don’t want to be shaken by him. I don’t want him to think that he’s special than any other man I sleep with on a daily basis. He’s just the same as them. There’s no difference at all. Even for a single bit.That’s the mere reason why I grasped his arm tightly and tried to take his hand off my frame. After looking at our hands, I then glared at him.“There are other ladies here, just offer that to them,” I firmly said and I turned my back against Damon and tri
“Will you bring this demon in the seventh heaven?” Damon whispered whilst I was just pinning my eyes on him, fully undressed.“Do you want this?” I seductively mumbled as my hand sultry slithered from my neck down to my hills. I saw how he pressed his tongue against the side of the insides of his mouth, eyes were perusing from my head down to my fair body.“I’d love to---” He wasn’t able to finish his words when I crawled from his legs and I held his shaft and started moving my hand up and down.I licked its body from his nuts which made him moan while he was pinning my head onto his member. I could feel it getting larger than it already was a while ago.“F*ck, Gia. F*ck…” he groaned while he was shoving his hip continuously unto my mouth. His hand couldn’t help but to caress every corner of me which he can reach while I’m slowly sucking his erected manhood and staring stickily on his gasping face. “F*ck!” he once again moaned while I travel my hands all over his abdomen.After that,
The clamor of glasses clinking and jovial laughter filled the air of the bustling pub as I worked tirelessly behind the bar, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Damon's enigmatic presence lingered in my thoughts like a stubborn shadow, refusing to dissipate despite my best efforts to distract myself with the demands of my job.With deft movements, I poured drinks and exchanged banter with the patrons, all the while feeling Damon's piercing gaze etched into my memory. His unexpected visit earlier in the day had left me unsettled, stirring dormant emotions I had long tried to suppress.As the night wore on, I found myself stealing moments between orders to replay the encounter in my mind. His suave demeanor, the way his eyes seemed to hold secrets untold, and the magnetic pull I felt towards him—all of it consumed my thoughts like a relentless tempest.Amidst the chaos of the pub, my thoughts drifted back to the intimate conversation I had shared with Damon, our words are delic
DAMON’S POVThe neon lights flickered against the rain-soaked streets as Damon's chauffeur-driven car pulled up outside "The Rusty Tankard," a quaint pub nestled in the heart of Anbridge City. Damon exited the vehicle, his tailored suit impeccable despite the weather. As he stepped inside, the warmth of the pub enveloped him, and the chatter of patrons mingled with the clinking of glasses.Damon relished the anonymity the pub provided. Despite his status as a billionaire, he often found solace in places where his wealth didn't define him. He made his way to the bar, nodding to a few regulars who recognized him but respected his desire for privacy."Your usual, Mr. Damon?" the bartender, Charlie, asked with a friendly grin.Damon nodded, settling onto a stool. He watched as Charlie expertly poured him a glass of fine whiskey, savoring the aroma before taking a sip. For a moment, he allowed himself to forget about the pressures of his corporate empire and the expectations that came with
DAMON’S POV The following morning found Damon seated at the head of the conference table in the sleek, modern boardroom of Il Cielo, his multinational corporation. His usually composed demeanor was marred by a furrowed brow and tense shoulders, the events of the previous night still weighing heavily on his mind. Around him, the atmosphere crackled with tension as his top executives and business partners gathered for the meeting. They exchanged polite nods and strained smiles, but Damon could sense the underlying currents of conflict simmering just beneath the surface. As the meeting progressed, Damon's stress levels soared with each passing minute. His business partners, renowned for their cutthroat tactics and ruthless ambition, were at odds over a crucial decision that could make or break Il Cielo's future. Damon listened in silence as they argued back and forth, their voices rising in intensity with each exchange. He felt a familiar sense of dread creeping over him, the weight o
GIA’S POVAs I stepped into the cozy ambiance of the Blue Apple, the familiar scent of ale and laughter enveloped me like a warm embrace. It was my sanctuary, a place where I could unwind after a long day and lose myself in the comforting embrace of anonymity.But tonight was different. Tonight, as I glanced around the dimly lit pub, my eyes landed on a figure slumped at the bar, his usually immaculate appearance marred by disheveled hair and rumpled clothing. It was Damon, the enigmatic billionaire who frequented the Blue Apple, but tonight, he seemed like a shadow of his usual self.I watched from afar as Damon nursed his drink, his gaze distant and unfocused. Gone was the arrogant swagger and cocky demeanor that had always accompanied his presence. In its place was a sense of palpable distress, a storm brewing beneath the surface.My curiosity piqued, I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, even as another patron's careless remark sparked a flash of anger in Damon's eyes. I held my
As I stepped through the threshold of our house, exhaustion weighing heavily on my shoulders, I was met with the familiar sight of chaos. My mother, Sylvie, stood in the center of the living room, her hands trembling with rage as she glared at me with accusing eyes.I could feel my heart sink as her irrational accusations pierced through me like daggers. "You're always causing trouble," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "I can't believe I have to deal with you again."Beside her, Aunt Emily stood helplessly, her attempts to calm my mother falling on deaf ears. I could see the frustration etched on her face, the lines of worry deepening with each passing moment.But despite her efforts, my mother's anger showed no signs of abating. She was lost in the throes of her own trauma, a prisoner to the demons that haunted her mind.With a heavy heart, I made my way to my room, the weight of my mother's words bearing down on me like a crushing weight. I had hoped to find solace in the famil