I’ll marry her

Damian’s POV

I watched her through the tint of my window, my breath heavy as I patted my fly, calming my big guy down.

Fuck, she almost killed me. Irene Reynolds drove me crazy.

To think I had been delusional enough to believe I’d keep to my promise of self-control if I played with her a bit, only to lose my composure.

She threw something in the trash can and walked off to stand by the street, her nose scrunched up and her hair falling in tangled waves over her shoulders.

Flexing my fingers, I remembered how soft her hair texture felt in my palms a few minutes ago. Putting my hand against my nose, I sniffed.

“Vanilla, again, fuck.” I groaned.

Before I collected myself, she already waved down a cab and got in so I started my car, following closely.

The fact that I almost had her but let the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away made me want to run myself into a truck.

But that wasn’t how I wanted our first sex to be.

I didn’t want to be the stranger she offered a free fuck to.

I wanted to be someone she knew, someone like her future husband.

By the time she reached home, she got out of the cab, the scowl she’d maintained from the club still stuck on her face as she hurried in.

Now that I’ve reduced myself to stalking, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering how satisfying it’d have been to have my big cock buried in her.

She’d want that, right? I’ll make her.

Almost immediately, my phone rang, and I tapped my AirPod to answer the call.

“Hey, son of a bitch, where you at?” Greg’s voice rang out playfully, and my grip around the steering loosened.

I just realized I’ve been holding onto the steering wheel to control myself from jumping out of the car and dragging her out of that cab to finish what we started.

“Why? I’m busy.” I said.

“Well, I was also busy when I got my ass thrown in a chair for small talk. Your pop’s here.” He revealed and I threw my head back, frustration building up inside me.

Fanculo -fuck-. The old man was at it again.

“Be there in 10.” I told Greg, and I really kept to my words as I drove down to The DL, where Greg, my best friend, was the club manager.

He managed more than a dozen popular clubs in NYC, which was pretty much how I got my intel on which club Irene was at.

He had eyes everywhere.

The moment I stepped into the lounge area, I spotted my dad from a mile away, the gray streaks on his black hair giving him away.

He must have dyed that hair a million times already.

“Papa?” I said as I took a seat across from him and Greg, and his head lifted to acknowledge me.

“I was just telling Greg, here, how nice it’ll be when you settle down.” He patted Greg on the shoulder.

Greg sent me a pleading look that begged me to take over the conversation with my Dad, but I pretended to be on my phone.

“Told him no one was allowed to compete for the best man’s position with him.” Dad laughed heartily, and Greg joined in.

“What’s her name again?” Greg asked, looking to Dad, who tapped his fingers against his temple.

“Ashey—

“Irene.” I corrected and Greg’s brow raised as he eyed me.

Dad’s brow also arched.

“See, he remembers her name so well. I knew you two were a match made in heaven,” Dad said.

Dragging my palm down my face, I leaned on my elbows.

“Papa, perche sei qui —why are you here?”

My tone was cold, harsh, and straightforward.

Greg signaled that he was leaving, but I ignored him.

“I also think she’s a nice girl. Let’s set a date, shall we?” The moment it came out of Greg’s mouth, I glared at him.

He was clearly getting back at me for setting him up, as he gave a smug smile.

I had told Dad I’d be crashing at Greg’s condo because of an important business meeting around the area.

The important business meeting was me being busy with following Irene around.

Greg had only found out about it when Dad showed up today.

He knew how much I wanted to avoid this marriage talk more than anyone.

Then Dad snapped his finger, pointing it at Greg.

“That’s exactly why I am here. Your friend has such good memory.”

It’s not like he came here to say anything other than that.

“He doesn’t even know what she looks like—“

“I don’t?” Greg cut in, giving me a knowing look.

Oh, of course I sent him her picture to help me find her in one of the clubs, but Dad shouldn’t know that.

Greg mouthed,

“Should I tell him?”

And I sent him a hard stare which he shrugged at.

To be honest, it’s not such a bad idea tying the knots with my childhood crush.

But I didn’t intend to suffocate her with marriage plans when she barely knows me.

She just broke up with her ex.

Even if I ached to bury my manhood six inches deep into her and tell her how good it feels to make her mine, I didn’t want to be her rebound.

I didn’t want a free fuck. I wanted a good fuck, knowing her heart was with me, not just because she wanted to forget about her dumb ex.

“You also think she’ll be worthy of you and be a good mother to your heir.”

A proud smile stretched the wrinkled lines at the corner of his mouth.

“He’ll be Russo il quinto —the fifth.”

Pouring himself whiskey, his expression now sober as he finished his drink in one gulp.

Taking the whiskey bottle from him, I tip another drink into his glass, helping myself too.

“If it’s about the heir talk, then I’ll just take a glass and leave.”

I knew that’s all Dad came to talk about.

I wanted it too, but not because of his own reasons.

“Fine. If you want to do things your way, I won’t stop you.”

Chugging his drink, I watch him down the whole content, his eyes going bloodshot at the rush.

“But know that when that girl leaves for England to start her bar training, you’ll lose all chances with her.”

My drink went down the wrong pipe on hearing that news, and I coughed hard, putting the glass down.

“Easy, buddy,” Dad said.

Wiping some spilled drink from my lips with the back of my hand, I raised my head.

“Who told you that ?”

“Henry, of course, considering that your marriage to Irene might seal our deal of merging both companies. This union is as important to us as you.”

I barely hear Dad out when I took out my phone and texted my PA.

*FIND OUT IF THERE’S ANY BAR TRAINING PROGRAM STARTING SOON IN ENGLAND*

I drummed my fingers against my thighs as I waited for his reply.

*YEAH, IT’S HAPPENING NEXT MONTH. 2-YEAR COURSE.”

A knot formed in my chest as I downed the rest of my drink, hardly catching the rest of Dad’s words.

“I’ll marry her. How fast can we speed up the engagement?”

The moment the words slipped out of my mouth, I knew I had to do it.

Dad’s brow lifted slightly, but he didn’t ask me why I suddenly changed my mind.

“I’ll tell your mom to reach out to them so we can fix a date for you two to meet. Then you’ll get engaged in a week’s time. Is that okay?”

“Make the date tomorrow,” I said.

Giving me a meaningful look, he said.

“We can make it happen.”

I gave a brief nod as I grabbed my car keys and left the club.