CHAPTER 5

DAMIEN'S POV

“What?”

“It's not that hard now, is it? I'm a fashion designer with great talent and you would not regret hiring me.” She said with pride as she held my collar gently and gently brushed my shirt.

“Are you trying to bribe me to give you a job?” I asked in amusement as I covered her hands that were on my shirt with mine and she chuckled softly.

“You owe me, Mr Damien, for saving your ass. Now you want to spend a night with me, don't you think there should be an equivalent exchange?” She purred, her voice barely above a whisper and I found myself intoxicated by how seductive she smelled.

Who the fuck said strawberry wasn't seductive?

“Equivalent exchange? Asking for a job at my company is you going overboard!”

“Asking for a night with me isn't you going overboard?” She retorted softly and I let out a sigh.

“Listen-”

My words were cut short when her lips landed on mine and my brain shut down immediately. She kissed me in a way that made me realize that I needed her badly. Her hands moved from my shirt to my hair and she pulled with a ferocity that made all my blood flow south.

“Fuck it… fine. But you better be worth it. If you're not qualified, I'm definitely not considering you for janitor.” I managed to mumble in between the kisses and she smirked like she knew she had gotten her way already.

After she finally pulled away, leaving me breathless and needy, she looked around before turning to look at me.

“Where's your car?” She asked and I suddenly remembered why I came into this club in the first place.

“There's a problem. It ran out of gas. That's the reason I came to the club anyway.” I mumbled, realizing how stupid I sounded, and just as expected, she let out a scoff of amusement.

“You tried to find gas in a club? Does this look like a gas station to you?” She asked with raised brows and I fought the urge to pout at her words.

“I wanted someone to help me with directions. That's all.” I explained and she nodded, a mocking expression still on her face.

“The gas stations here would be closed by now. If we're gonna do anything, we need to find a place to stay. Follow me.” She started to walk down the street and I followed her to what looked like a shabby hotel.

Man, how would I survive in here?

She noticed the look on my face and suddenly hit my shoulder before muttering, “Don't judge a book by its cover,” and walking inside, leaving me embarrassed. I followed her in, and she was right; I was too quick to judge.

The inside was beautiful and well decorated, nothing like the shabby exterior at all. I booked us a room and the moment I opened the door, we were on each other like we'd been starving for years without each other.

Her energy and drive were unmatched, and for the first time in years, I felt like a man. The night was long and passionate, filled with our moans and groans of pleasure and the sounds of our skin against each other.

When we finally collapsed on the bed from exhaustion, I couldn't help but realize that I underestimated her from the moment we met. She was just too perfect.

“Did I meet your expectations?” I heard her ask as she lay on the other side of the bed, far away from me, and I smiled before moving closer to her.

“I'd say you exceeded my expectations,” I confessed as I pulled her to me and I felt her stiffen before she finally relaxed on me.

“So, I'm hired?”

“Not yet. I'd love to see your designs.”

She got off me and searched her pocket for her phone before she returned and started showing me her gallery filled with her works and designs. As she scrolled through each design, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by how talented she was.

“You designed all this?” I asked in surprise and she nodded before keeping the phone away and resting her head back on my chest.

“Back when I was working at Ken Empire, I used to be their head designer. Until I quit.” She mumbled softly and I could have sworn I heard the strain in her voice as she spoke.

“I'm guessing you won't tell me about it if I asked why.” I said and she nodded gently before mumbling a soft “sorry”.

“Alright, you're hired. You can resume at Daro and Co tomorrow morning but on one condition.” I added when I saw her getting excited and as expected, her face fell.

“What condition?”

“You'll be my mistress for as long as I want.”

“What? Mistress? Are you married?” She asked in shock, and she got off me, and I frowned in response.

“What? No! Why would you think that? Do I have a ring on?”

“Then why use the word mistress? Are you sure you're a CEO?” She mocked me again but I couldn't even get angry at her.

“Whatever. Do you agree?”

“Deal. As long as the pay is good, I'm in.” She winked before lying back on the bed. After a few minutes of silence, I turned to look at her and she was fast asleep already.

I placed the blanket over her sleeping figure and laid back as well, falling asleep the moment my head lay on the pillow.

The moment my phone alarm rang, I got out of bed and got dressed. As I stared at her sleeping figure, I suddenly realized I didn't get her name. I placed my business card on the table and also left a note for her once she woke up.

I left the hotel and to my surprise, there was a gas station right behind the hotel. I filled the car's tank and headed for work, feeling way better than I was yesterday.

It was very early, so I expected the company to be empty when I got there but to my surprise when I opened the door to my office, I met Sylvia lying down on my couch, butt naked, with her clothes scattered across the floor.

“Sylvia?” I called out and when she heard my voice, she immediately got up and wrapped her arms around me as she sobbed softly.

“I can't live without you, Damien. I'm ready to do whatever you want, just take me back… Please!“ She pleaded as she pulled away to look at me with teary eyes and I gulped hard.

What the fuck am I gonna do now?