JULIA’S POVBlue clashed against turquoise and I half expected him to tell the driver to pull to the side and push me out himself if I refuse to budge.Thump thump thump….1“Firstly, are you seriously going to keep on disregarding my name and calling me, Snow white?” I asked curling my lips in disdain. I had let it slip at first because it had seemed like a momentary joke and with my hair, who could blame him? “Secondly, we are equals in this game. If we are going to be getting married you need to know I am no pushover.”He glared at me, putting out his cigar. “I have spent less time negotiating a deal with dangerous people than I have with asking you to move into my house and wear my ring,” he said in a tone that should scare any sensible person.“The offer to pull to the side still stands,” I offered. “I know your sadistic preference will sorely enjoy that.’He glared at me for a moment longer and I gave myself a mental high-five for not cowering at that cold calculated stare.“Fifty
DAMON’S POV“The media is eating this up like an obese child handed greasy food,” Carol, my PR manager sang with a big smile and stars in her eyes as she stared at Snow white’s picture. “I mean for the first time your name isn’t associated with any devilish qualities,”I snatched the iPad from her hand taking a look.She was dressed in that ridiculously black gown that had done things to my head and had made me leave her almost immediately after the formalities of the wedding were conducted. The kissing at the last part hadn’t helped matters.There was something sexual and arousing about her angelic features wrapped in a sensual body-hugging black dress.“And she is quite hot. Very hot in fact,” Mathew commented from where he idly sat going through his own phone. I bet watching Snow’s white picture. She automatically became New York’s sweetheart in days but I don’t blame them, she was something different, something completely unique and I dare say special.My media team did a good job
JULIA’S POVWhen Damon had told me he had staffs maybe it was my fault for assuming that by staffs he meant a housekeeper and a cook. I had spent all of noon introducing myself to all his housekeepers, learning their names and promising that I am more fun than Damon.I had also met the head housekeeper who was also his cook and although he didn’t say it, I could tell by the way he had personally introduced me to the middle-aged woman with brown eyes and a kind smile, there was more to their relationship and she meant a lot to him.Refusing to dwell on what was not my business, I dried my hair in the jack and jill bathroom that screamed luxury and reflected the man who owned it. It was as huge as everything he owned with a bathtub that beckoned on me although I had opted for the glassed-in shower. Every corner of the toilet was gleaming under the light. It was white, unlike his bathroom which was a splash of grey. The only feminine presence was the one I spotted in the mirror. Myself.
DAMON’S POVI tiptoed into the room in the dead of the night when I am sure that Julia must be fast asleep and only realized how stupid I look sneaking into my own room when I noticed her sprawled on my bed, in my oversized clothes that should look ridiculous on anyone. But anyone wasn’t Julia because even though the clothes were twice her size, it just added to the appeal because I have had a glimpse of what was underneath and I wanted more than just a mere glimpse.Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she laid on her side facing the door. I moved towards her like I was under a spell. Her perfect makeup-free face was serene with her eyes closed as I switched on the lampstand gazing at her.She turned and muttering something sleepily, she relaxed back and I found myself almost grinning.The kiss we have shared mere hours ago still burned in my head along with the longing in my voice when I begged her to let me kiss her. I didn’t want to revisit that memory ever. I never beg for things
JULIA’S POV I could swear that something moved underneath me. It smelt familiar and felt so good underneath me but that was not the point, my bed just moved and the last time I checked my medium-sized bed with its soft covers doesn’t move.I felt it slowly drifting from underneath me and firstly, it slowly moved my body to the side and then my leg followed. There was movement and the rustling of bedsheets before I finally felt a hand on mine. The feeling of warmth shot through me and I held my breath. Even for me, despite how wild my imagination ran, I didn’t have it in me to think that beds could emanate such warm heat.I was in bed with a stranger! There was no other explanation for it.I slowly opened my eyes, hoping that I was having some fucked up dream. I already have a fucked up luck as it is. I didn’t need to be taken to an asylum that smelt of disinfectant and death where they bathe cold water and wear uniforms.My eyes met alarmed turquoise amused eyes. I opened my mouth wi
I bolted the door immediately I was sure he was gone but the damage has been done, my chest was heaving, the spot in between my thighs was dampened and my nipples which had brushed against his hard chest while he tortured me whined in neglect.I stepped into the bathroom, my pace hurried. I need to get away from him and soon too I thought as I stripped from his clothes and stepped into the glass tiled shower hoping that washing his cologne off me will help clear my head. I closed my eyes as the water washed over me, the shower head fully on blast, the pressure hitting my body. I tried, again and again, to stop thinking of Damien's delicious length against me, how good it had felt when he had moved against my clit, how shamelessly I wanted to arch my shoulder and hips and get myself off with his body.I scrubbed my skin keenly to distract myself from the building wetness between my thighs as I remembered his soft husky promise."Give in to me, and I'll make it all better, Snow white,"
"Where did you think you are going to?” Damon asked with a patronizing smirk when I finally closed the distance between us. It had been almost impossible for me not to fall smack against the staircase with Damon’s eyes burning against every length of my body. I straightened my spine and met his gaze pretending I wasn’t scared of him. But I am. I might fear him just as much as I desire him. “I wasn’t aware that I have to tell you about my coming and my going,” I said. He chuckled. It was low, short, and without mirth. He met my gaze and his façade of playfulness was gone almost like it never existed. “Everything in this house belongs to me, Snow White including you.” He took a step towards me and I spared a glance behind me at the spiraling stairs wondering how possible it will be for him to make a run for it. I don’t like the way he was staring at me right now; it scared the hell out of me because he looked at me with a dark promise in his eyes and when his finger tipped my jaw,
JULIA’S POV Deciding to choose my words carefully and somehow not end up angering Damon, I slid into the seat next to him in his car, biting back my comment on how a yellow anything would have been too flashy not to talk of a Rolls Royce and although I had not included that I didn’t need a driver on my list, it was supposed to be just common sense. It was hard to keep all my opinions in, but I was proud that I silently just sat beside him when one of his bodyguards opened the door. “This is supposed to be fun for you, right?” He asked after a few minutes of the driver just speeding around aimlessly. I stared at him blankly but had to admit to myself that riding at speed in a roofless car like in the movies wasn’t as cool as I thought it’d be, because although it made Damon look like he was part of a commercial, He had on a Ray-ban sunglasses and while the wind blew on his face, ruffling his raven black hair and grey button up shirt it just somehow made him look hotter. I had spent