LOGINJordan HayesTwo things I loved the most today — if you take out the surprise kiss I got from Damien earlier — was that we were having a good business day, and most of the customers were those who knew nothing about makeup.I loved helping new people get familiar with the colorful world of makeup. I always loved the delightful look they always pulled on whenever I showed them that there were more to makeup than just mascara and lipstick.This guy that was with me right now, Dave, came here to get makeup for his girlfriend as a gift and he knew little to nothing about makeup.He had been following me around the store for the past thirty minutes as I showed him different things he could get for his girlfriend and she would love it.
Damien VossAll I had to do today was boring clerical shit. Sitting behind an office desk, staring at the monitor and going through reports, documents and accounts and… Shit!I hated work that didn’t require violence. That was why I always pushed office work to one side until I couldn’t ignore them anymore.Before, I would have taken my time, using half of the day glaring at the system before I got to actual work, but today was different.As soon as I clocked in after dropping Jordan off at the smoothie shop, all I wanted to do was to get today’s work over with. I didn’t waste any second before I got to work and worked on the files like a fucking pro.My hand unconsciously flew to my lips and I bit down on my lower lip, grinning as I shook my head. I didn’t believe I actually kissed Jordan, right in the open in front of his work place.“Okay, I have gut.” I chuckled, dragging my bottom lip into my mouth and sucked on it.The way Jordan rushed into the shop and he forced himself out of
Jordan HayesWaking up to an empty space beside me on the bed each morning, after Carlos had come over to my place, was no longer a new thing. But I didn’t know why I was feeling a pang of sadness this morning when I woke up to find Carlos gone.Last night, before we went to bed, Carlos had told me he was sick and tired of his father and that he would love to move in with me — just for a short term.Even though he wouldn’t tell me why he suddenly wanted to move out of his father’s house after refusing to leave all this while, it made me wonder just how bad things were for him at home.I was indebted to Carlos for everything he had done for me when I had newly sent out from home. So, I had decided to help him in every way I could. And if moving in with me was the only way I could help, then I had no reason to deny him that grace.I could do with a roommate, and what made it even more appealing was that my roommate would be none other than my best friend.“I hope he’s okay,” I groaned
014: You’re My FavouriteDamien VossThe car was beginning to suffocate me. I hated how small it suddenly felt. I couldn’t wait to get to my penthouse and get the fuck out of this damn thing I used to love.I pulled into the parking lot and jumped out like my ass was on fire. I ripped my shirt open as I stormed toward the elevator.“That stupid idiot son of a gun,” I hissed, slamming my fist against the elevator buttons when the damn doors took forever to open.The elevator finally dinged. I stepped into my living room. All I wanted was a bottle of whiskey — maybe two. Shower, sleep, and forget about that stupid boy and his stupid mole.“Look who’s back?” The annoying voice of Nathan, my second brother, yelled from the kitchen.If I didn’t love him so much, I would have put a bullet in his damn skull the second he stepped out.Forget about him. Ignore that bastard and go to bed. Don’t let him ruin your mood more than it already is.“You know I keep telling you to fill up your fridge,
Jordan HayesI filled a glass with water and walked out of the kitchen into the living room. Carlos was sitting on the floor, patting the little white cat we’d rescued on our way back. I walked over and handed him the cup."Here," I said.Carlos took the glass, tilted his head, and pressed it to his lips. He took a light sip before setting it down. He kept playing with the cat, not saying a word.I sat beside him on the floor, took his free hand, and asked, "Are you okay, Carl?"Carlos shuddered. He stayed like that for a few seconds before shrugging."I'm fine. Why do you think I'm not?"There we go again. Something told me he wasn’t okay, but I didn’t want to push. He would tell me whatever was going on when he was ready, at his own pace."Nah. You just look…" I waved a hand vaguely toward his face. "You look a little down.""Well, it might be because I feel bad for the poor cat," he mumbled. Within three seconds he looked at my face, my lap, then back at the cat.I nodded. He had a
Damien VossAfter waiting another thirty minutes in my car, staring at my phone for a call from Jordan that never came, I decided to go look for him at that lousy bar he worked at."That little fucker!" I cursed angrily, gripping the wheel a little too tight.I had no idea why I was so mad that Jordan hadn’t called like I’d ordered him to. My brows dipped. Was I truly fixated on the fed’s son already? Had he grabbed so much of my attention before I even knew it?"That’s a lame joke," I scoffed, chuckling angrily as I took the route to Queen’s Palace."That little shit is not my type."I kept repeating the words in my head, as if saying them enough would make them real.Honestly, Jordan wasn’t my type. I loved my men rough, tall, and built. Nothing about Jordan fascinated me… Or maybe it did."Fuck!" I groaned, slamming my hands on the steering wheel. I shouldn’t be like this—not after I’d just killed a man who was literally like a father to me for seven fucking years.My eyes landed o
DAMIEN VOSSJordan opened the door and stepped out of the car, his lean frame briefly silhouetted against the late-afternoon light.“Bye. And I hope I never see you again.”I rolled down the window on my side, leaning out just enough to let my voice carry.“Call me when you get off work. I’ll come b
Damien Voss"Tony Drill." I read the name on the document my father had given me for the fifth time, anger settling in the pit of my stomach as I bit down on my knuckles.When Viktor handed me the order, I didn’t expect the task to be this difficult. How could he send me to kill Tony?"That old fuc
008: Rocking HardDamien VossThere are two types of people I hate in this life: those who think they can fuck with my business, and people like Jordan Hayes.I hated myself more for admiring that stupid mole under his lip, and those big doe eyes.I hated that I found his warm, soulful bear-like eye
**Jordan Hayes**Ethan's words echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain.*"Mom is very sick. She has lung cancer. I'm sorry you didn't know—she asked me not to tell you."*As I mechanically wiped down the blender for the fifth time, my thoughts seethed with a toxic mix of anger, hurt, and pain.My







