Dahlia Carrington~•~ When I was packing my stuff in fury and stomping out of the house, I never thought about where I’d go.I found myself in the private elevator that led to Damon’s penthouse. A suitcase was in my hand and I had a duffel flung on one shoulder with a backpack flung around the other. When the doors to the elevator opened in his house, I stepped out, only to see him already in the living room.As though he had been waiting for me, he stood up at my arrival. “Why didn’t you call me to come pick…” his words trailed off when he saw the things I’d come with. He cocked his head to the side. “What are these?”“Uh, my things?” I asked sheepishly.“I can see that, Dahlia. The question is what they’re doing here.”My lips formed an automatic pout. “You said the offer was there whenever I wanted it.”“Have you come to live with me, Dahlia?” I nodded slowly and a slow grin spread across his face. “You should have enjoyed your freedom a bit more. Do you know that we’ll live toget
Damon Valentino~•~For a moment, Dahlia just stared at me as though she could comprehend what I was saying but I merely stared at her pointedly, waiting for her to take her call.“Are you going to keep staring at me?” I asked her and she blushed before answering the call.“Aurelie.” She said in greeting and I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed so that her ass was hanging off it. She shrieked at the sudden movement but she kept her cool as she said. “Clementine told you what happened, didn’t she? Don’t worry, I wasn’t touched. I just tried to separate the fight between them and—“Her words were suddenly cut shut when I attached my mouth to her throbbing clit. I looked up at her through my lashes and saw that she was looking down at me with her mouth open. “Go on.” I urged, knowing how she reacted whenever I spoke against her pussy.Dahlia shuddered, but Aurelie must have called her attention on the line because she focused back on the call. “I didn’t move for her. I mean I don’t
Dahlia Carrington ~•~By the time I finished eating the spaghetti Damon made, I was exhausted. The stress from the day finally came crashing down as soon as I set my dishes in the sink.Regardless, I took hold of the sponge but before I could attempt to wash it, Damon plucked it from my hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the dishes.”“But you cooked,” I argued weekly.“They won’t take more than ten minutes, doll. Just sit there and wait for me.”I nodded and sat down on one of the stools. As he did the dishes, my mind strayed to the conversation I had with Prisha today. She accepted that she did all those things because of her feelings for Roman. Did Roman know about the things she did? If he did, would he like her for it?I knew they said love made people stupid but she crossed the line because of some unrequited love. It wasn’t my fault that Roman found me attractive. It wasn’t my fault that he had some sick affection for me and not her. Two of them were crazy. They deserved to be togethe
Dahlia Carrington~•~“You’ve been holding out on me a lot,” Anya said as she climbed into my car. “When the hell did you get such a sweet ride?”I chuckled as I started driving. “My father got it for me.”“And when the hell did you get in touch with your father for him to buy you a car?”I smiled sheepishly at her and at her order, I explained everything that had been going on in my life. She oohed and aahed unnecessarily but I didn’t expect anything less from a person as dramatic as Anya.By the time I was done with my story, we were already at the mall. Damon’s birthday was in a few days. He hadn’t told me about it but I heard Juan talking about it one day when he came to visit and I was going to get him a present.“All these were happening and you didn’t even think to call me?” Anya sounded offended.“I didn’t want to bother you with my problems.”“You can bother me anytime, Dahlia. We’re friends for a reason. Secondly, where the hell can I find that Prisha girl? Is she still livi
Dahlia Carrington ~•~It turned out that the slutty set he had gotten for me wasn’t the main deal. It consisted of a pair of bra and panties as well as a top that ended just below my breasts and a mini skirt that had half of my ass out so that the panties were peaking out. They were all in pink and it made me feel like one of the Barbies; like a true doll.I was tempted to just take it off and tell Damon I wasn’t interested because I knew the implications of such clothing and I was still shy at heart but I waved it off. I owed him for that night and it was his birthday.Blowing out a breath, I stepped out of the room and went into the living room to stand in front of Damon. His face swept across my body appreciatively. “Turn around.” He breathed out and with my cheeks matching the color of the shirt I was wearing, I did a slow spin, allowing him time to take in all of me. “Perfection.”Damon always gave me more credit than I deserved.“Now what?” He smiled and turned on his phone. B
Dahlia Carrington~•~I wish I could say having a suitor visit my home like we were still in the eighties was something new, but it was not. I was the daughter of a multi-billionaire, who unfortunately for me, was patriarchal as hell. My mother was the regular housewife; a trophy wife who spent most of her time at home or shopping.My father wished to marry me off like I was some object. According to him, I’d reached marriageable age and it would be better for me to get married quickly before I got old and wrinkly, and then, no one would marry me.I was especially anxious today, and not just because I was meeting another suitor today. As though my thoughts could be heard, the chime of my phone successfully distracted me from them. I jumped, taken aback, and ruined the mascara I’d been applying.Turning around, I looked at the digital clock by my nightstand. It was exactly ten o’clock. I held my breath in anticipation as I took hold of my phone, and truly, it was an email from New York
Damon Valentino ~•~“You look like you need to get laid.” Slowly but surely, I peeled my eyes away from the woman dancing on the pole, directing my gaze at my friend, Juan. He grinned when he saw me looking at him. “Why are you glaring at me like that? It has obviously been a while since you fucked a woman, hasn’t it?”I kissed my teeth. He wasn’t wrong, but it was getting old finding a new woman to fuck every time. For some reason, relationships have never favored me and I was still a man with needs.Juan continued speaking. “And school is going to resume in three weeks. You won’t have time to come out to the bar with me anymore because you’ll be busy.”I rolled my eyes. “You are more busy than I am, I wonder how you even have time to drag me out to a gentleman’s club.”Juan was a doctor and he was often busy so meeting him sometimes was a hassle, but he knew how to have fun when he had the time, especially if it had anything to do with women.When he saw my eyes straying back to t
Dahlia Carrington~•~THREE MONTHS LATERI finally understood why my parents took their business seriously; why they’d rather sell me out to a man I barely know in the name of marriage rather than let their business fall.Okay, maybe saying I understood them was a stretch. They shouldn’t have to exchange my future for theirs but I was at a very critical point in my life.Someone rapped their knuckles against the counter, bringing me out of my thoughts. Thankful to see that it wasn’t my boss, I plastered a fake smile as I stared at the man. “What can I help you with?”“Two bottles of beer.”After he paid, I handed the bottles to him and he left. I sighed as another customer came immediately after. I barely had time to rest whenever I was working, which was almost every hour of the day and I wasn’t getting paid as much as my coworkers were. My salary was cut in half because I was offered accommodation by my boss. It was a very small studio apartment that seemed like it could collapse an