To touch what belongs to him

DAMON

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My jet touched down on my private airstrip at exactly 1 am the next morning. My guards got down before me. I climbed down the stairs, and placed my feet on the solid ground.

We had just landed on one of my most recently acquired properties; an island somewhere in southern America. I called it Adonis, after my home.

My new mistress was in my villa, waiting for me. I walked to the car park, where my car was waiting. I wanted to make sure she had landed safely, and she was not giving anyone any trouble. If there was anything I had learnt from Iris Peterson, it was that she was an ear, nose and mouth full.

We arrived at my villa thirty minutes later. The car strolled past the gates, and into the building. The driver parked by the side of the fountain, and I climbed down from the car.

For some reason, I found myself being unusually excited. I could not wait to see the look in Iris Peterson's eyes when I finally taught her the disadvantages of messing with a man like me.

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