Author's POV.Damien was in his office, engrossed in his tasks. With Fernanda dismissed for the day, Elise's departure, and the absence of most of his employees except those working overtime, he was alone, surrounded by the noise of his pen scratching on the rough paper and the distant honks of cars outside his company."I thought that these clients' needs were met a month ago, why does this read otherwise?" Damien asked, gazing at red lines on his laptop screen. "What the fuck is this?"He dropped his pen and focused his attention on the error on his laptop. He began clicking on the keypads and he continued this for minutes, his eyes not departing from the laptop for a single second."Why didn't they make a complaint?" Damien asked, his voice laced with confusion. "Why are there over twenty customers and models with the same issues? Didn't Fernanda notice this?"Damien loosened his tie and shifted with his swivel chair. He moved to his other drawer and brought out some files."The pr
Author's POV."Why was I thinking of her? What am I doing?" Mercedes asked herself and slowly sat down on the cold floor. As her butt pressed against the floor, she let out a deep exhale."What is happening to me?" Mercedes questioned rhetorically and dug her fingers into her hair. "Fuck," She cussed.She stayed in that spot for a while, then she reached for her phone on the dressing table. She turned it on and stared at Elise's picture again.Mercedes started going through all Elise's pictures and couldn't help admiring how beautiful she looked."She's indeed gorgeous," Mercedes whispered and a smile appeared on her lips before she could even realize it.Mercedes trailed her fingertips on her phone's screen and sighed."I want to experience that orgasm again. It was relishing and filled with ecstasy, not even my damn ex-boyfriend could make me cum like that," Mercedes suddenly chuckled as her boyfriend's face flashed through her mind. "What did I even see in him? Gosh, I was so stupi
Author's POV."You've come to the right place," the salesperson smiled. "Your partner will be pleased with your choice," Damien simply smiled in response to her words. He saw the jewelry store over the internet and their reviews were great, so he decided to try the place out. He hoped not to be disappointed, though the positivity of the salesperson had given him a little reassurance."I will show you a few of our pieces," She said, stepping away from the counter which she stood behind."What exactly do you want for her, or do you know exactly what she wants?" the salesperson asked as she reached him."She would want something too simple, but I would want something unique and rare for her," Damien stated, glancing at the rings in the display cases. "You're Damien Sinclair and you own a fashion company, right?" the salesperson suddenly inquired. She was certain that she had seen him on television and social media. "Yes, I'm Damien and I own a fashion company," Damien confirmed with
Author's POV.Damien marched to them, his eyes darkened with anger and growls escaping his lips. He was upset to see his girlfriend in someone else's arms.He also hated the fact that he saw her message late and wasn't here to console her from the beginning. He was annoyed that Roman was here in his place.Damien stopped behind Elise and called her name softly."Elise,"Elise sniffed and turned to him."Damien," She cried and instantly threw herself into his comforting arms.Damien strapped his hands around her soft and shaking body, then gave Roman a deadly glare.Roman derived pleasure from seeing that aggravated expression on Damien's face. He was getting the effect he wanted. He was having a lot of fun."Hello, Damien,"Damien ignored him and concentrated on consoling his woman. It broke his heart as he felt her tears damping his shirt. He was shocked when he heard of Fernanda's death, but understood that Elise had a close relationship with her, which was the reason for her devas
Author's POV."Wow, that sounds exciting," Leonard chuckled darkly. "Can I help with anything?""The last time you attempted doing so, you ended up being the selfish bastard that you'll always be," Roman retorted, keeping the ring back in the box."I am not here as the boss' messenger. I am here as your friend," Leonard smirked, taking another bite of the apple. "I just wanna help, can't I do that?""No, you can't. I can handle this all on my own. I don't need anyone telling me the pros and cons of my plans. I have everything settled," Roman chuckled, then sucked in a deep breath.He opened the drawer by his side and put the engagement box carefully into it."I said that I didn't need your help, why are you still here?" Roman's lips curved downwards."Have you done the task that the boss told you to do?" Leonard asked. "I thought that you were here as my friend, why are you asking that?" Roman scoffed.Leonard's eyes were on the verge of rolling."Whatever. Just give me an answer to
Damien's POV.I gazed at him in surprise, confusion, and curiosity. Why would he think that I would join a cult for an investigation? That was absurd."I don't think that it would be a good idea to join an organization that's probably illegal. I don't want to taint my name. My reputation has been stained before and the results weren't good at all," I uttered, recalling Elise's past actions toward me.Sometimes, I pondered on how different she was at that time. She was filled with so much rage and hate towards me."It's not illegal," Mr Greg objected."If it weren't illegal then you wouldn't be whispering to me right now," I smirked at him. "I might want some closure to my secretary's murder case, but I don't want to complicate my life or my girlfriend's safety," I shook my head in refusal."Mr Sinclair, it's not like that," He said, making his voice a little louder. "The organization has bad people, just like this company, or are you telling me that everyone here is honest or good?"
Damien's POV.I kept the invitation card and my pen in my briefcase, then I closed it."Don't you think it's a crime to walk around with such a sexy ass?" A flattered smile appeared on my lips and I glanced at Elise. "I thought you were asleep," I smiled at her."No, I tried sleeping but I couldn't. But then, I turned and I saw your ass. It's quite amusing to stare at," She grinned, trying to hide the sadness that was still so visible in her eyes."Umm...I don't just want you to stare at it, a massage will do," I flirtily winked at her."I'll pass. I don't want to see your butt cheeks in my dreams," Her words made me laugh.I removed the towel over my shoulder and cleaned my body a bit. I decided to go to bed naked, without any intention of doing anything to her. She was still unhappy about the loss of her friend, sex would be completely inappropriate.I walked over to the bed and dropped the towel on the nightstand. I slipped into bed and placed my hand on her cheek."Since you can'
Author's POV.Damien gazed at Roman and had the urge to fulfill the words he said at the mortuary, but people were around them and it wouldn't be respectable or polite to start a fight in a funeral.'You chose the best time to come here, you scoundrel. But the day you try this in a more private place. I'm gonna fuck you up,' Damien thought, before looking away.The funeral was carried out and people began to leave one by one. Fortunately, Elise was ready to leave, unlike the day they laid their daughter to rest. As they proceeded out of the cemetery, Damien heard footsteps behind them."Elise,"Hearing Roman's voice made anger surge terribly through his veins. He was on the verge of losing his temper and punching Roman in the face.He silently regretted leaving his gun at home, because this seemed like the perfect moment to use it."Roman," Elise's voice emerged hoarsely."You must be going through a lot, just know that I'm always—" Damien knew what he was going to say next, so he in