All Chapters of The Billionaire's Lust For Cheap Perfume: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DamonI sigh as I unlock my car and look around at this shitty apartment complex that Jessica and her siblings live in. It isn’t the worst in the city, but it also isn’t the best. The paint is peeling from the side of the building and is cracked with splinters. The inside is the same. The hallway carpets are stained and gross with God knows what. There aren’t any elevators, only stairs and they live on the top floor and the list goes on. The house they lived in before was a few blocks away in one of the nicest suburbs in this town- I know each one of them is feeling this downgrade. Especially Jessica: I noticed all her stuff was in the living room. She doesn’t even have a bedroom. I can tell she feels like she’s failing but I can’t believe how resilient she is. She took on two younger children and gave up on her dreams; I admire her.I get inside my car and grab my cell phone from the center console. There are 10 missed calls and I smirk reading each text message Mikey has left me.“

DamonThis place is already packed, and the lawyers are already at the table, wasted, horny, and hitting on all my girls. They said they had taken a party bus here, and that’s apparent. I’m pretty sure they have been on that bus ALL day with how drunk they are and how they are acting. “Damn, Damon,” Mindy grimaces as she walks past me. “They were wasted before they even got here, and the tall blonde one keeps grabbing Chi-Chi’s ass.”I nod and stand taller as I look at the table, they may be a huge client, but they will not disrespect my girls. I walk to the table with a stern look on my face, “How is everything?” I ask, placing charm but yet, making sure they know I am the boss.“It’s great. Are you the owner?” One asks me with slurred words. He’s tall and blonde, so I assume this is the ass-grabber. “Good, and yes, I am, but I want to remind you all of one rule, though: DON’T TOUCH MY GIRLS. Unless they invite you to. Do you understand?” I say, my eyes meet each one of theirs, and

DamonI move quickly, scrambling to get out of my office to stop the commotion. Jessica is frozen like a statue; everyone is. The look of shock resonates on every face in this club, and I need to remind them of who I am.I rush toward the table; Mindy stutters as she speaks, “She’s n-n-new. She didn’t mean it, did you, Cherry?” She asked Jessica. Jessica has tears in her eyes as she begins to speak, but I cut her off.“You were told NOT to touch the girls!” My voice almost comes out in a roar, and the entire club now focuses on me. Jessica’s face turns to sheer panic as I discipline these lawyers, but they are too drunk to try to argue.“But that’s why we are here, to touch. I guess I will need to get my firm involved,” the tall blonde slurs his words, but I shake my head.“See that camera,” I say pointing ahead, “I have all of this on video, and I have a tech guy who can zone in on the table voice media. Cherry here had every right to smack you since you wouldn’t stop sexually harass

DamonI yawn as I walk through the club, turning off all the lights. Tonight was pretty intense, but it’s not the worst one we have had. I get to the end of the hallway and stop as my cell phone rings; I look at the caller ID and sigh as I see Mikey’s name pop up. “Hey, Man. Is everything okay? Did you get Jessica home okay?” I ask in a hurry. I am curious if anything happened, and I know he knows. Silence.“Mikey, are you there?”“Yeah, I got her home,” he pauses, “And before three AM.” He adds. I smile- knowing he is telling me this, so I know nothing physical happened. Mikey is a good friend, but I also know Jessica isn’t that kind of girl.“Are you headed home now?” I ask casually, not to give my jealousy away.“Yeah, and you?” he asks.I flip the last switch off and reach into my pocket, grabbing my keys, “Yeah, I’m headed home too. Tabby is waiting for me,” I say mischievously, but I have already texted her, telling her to go home.It just doesn’t feel right. Not anymore.“Per

DamonI stomp towards my room as my father’s shouts only grow louder, “Damon! Get back here!!” But my mom’s voice is louder, “Leave him be! You aren’t ready to tell him!” She argues with him. I stop, turning on my heel, and step back toward them, only to stop.Tell me what!?“Beverly! Shut up!” My father whisper-yells, and their voices become quieter; I know they won’t tell me, so I saunter on, quickly getting to my wing of the mansion and opening my bedroom door. The room is dark, and I walk in fast, slamming the door closed and flipping on the light.“There you are!” A voice comes from behind me, and I jump, pulling my pistol and turning around, aiming at the voice. “What the fuck, Damon!” Tabby shouts, sitting up in my bed. She is completely naked, and I glare at her.“What the hell are you doing here? I told you to go home!” I say, unloading the gun and placing it in my desk drawer. “I know you didn’t mean it, baby. Plus, my home is so close,” her eyes meet mine, “I live on the