Chapter 8 - Because she is mine

DAMON’S POV

I still remember a few of my dates who had tried to get my attention by leaving me in the arms of other men in frustration yet, I had not even batted an eyebrow.

But there was something about Snow White that filled me with white-hot wrath at the way all the men in the party couldn’t keep their eyes off her the minute we had stepped into the hall, her long white hair which she had straightened flat gleaming under the light.

I have always reveled in the attention I receive the minute I enter a room. Entering a room and knowing at the moment every man hated you or wanted to be you because of the woman you had in your arm or the way all the women in the room gravitated towards you, never got old. It has always been amusing watching them gawk at the woman in my arm knowing that she became a sex symbol the minute she walked in with me next to her. They always found her more desirable and were hungry for even the flash of her bare legs but right now, I didn’t care about who was ogling me or which man wanted me dead because I have snagged his date’s interest.

Because I didn’t find the attention Snow white was getting very amusing and it drive me insane knowing that every hotblooded male in the room watched her, lust in their gaze. I know what they were thinking because if I was being honest, I was thinking it too. I was thinking of having those legs of hers that the slit of her dress showed off wrapped around my waist, her dress hiked, her back against any available surface while her blue eyes widen in shock and her mouth slightly parted to produce a soft gasp whenever I pushed myself into her.

Oblivious to their stare, she adorably tilted her head to the side in confusion unaware of how much I loved her hand splayed possessively on my chest. I held her left hand restraining myself from placing a hand on her waist and bringing her close to my side sending a clear message to the fuckers.

“Are we not going to go in?” she asked in a little unsure voice.

“We are in,” I replied like the bastard I was. This was where I am supposed to lead her right into the fiesta of lies and the feast of hypocrites but regardless of how crazy it sounded, I wasn’t in a rush to share her attention with anyone or have her look at anyone else the way she was looking at me now.

“I mean…” she licked her lower lip while I stared at them not hiding the hunger in my eyes and from the way she blushed, she got the message but looked away. “I thought you would introduce me to people and we will try to mingle before the auction begins.”

I growled. “So, you want to meet other people huh? Men?” I asked not hiding how annoying I find the idea.

She swallowed hard and my eyes were now trained on her collarbone. She tried to retract her hand from my chest almost like she now realized how close we were, but I placed my hand over hers, keeping it in place.

“Don’t,” I warned and half pleaded.

“Huh?” she asked looking clueless.

“Keep touching me,” it sounded like a plea but I didn’t mind because her gaze was trained so intensely on me. She must think I am being crazy.

“You are confusing me,” she admitted after a beat. “Your eyes are so dark so I know that you__” she looked away.

“I what…Snow White?” I impatiently asked her looking forward to hearing her primly try to put all my dark filthy desires in a decent enough word.

“… are thinking about bad stuff,” she squeaked out.

It was damn cute how easily she blushed especially since she didn’t know I wanted to lick her everywhere. She didn’t know I wanted to drag her back to the car, make her lie down in front of me, and go down on her till her legs were trembling and she knew without a doubt that she belonged to me.

I wonder what she would do if she knows the dirty things, I wanted to do to her in detail and how explicit they were. I doubt she won’t run without looking back if I told her I wanted to drag her into a dimly lit corner where anyone might discover us while I fuck her. I wanted to come inside her and tell her to walk around with my seed in between her thigh a reminder of who she belonged to even as she smiled at other men and bit her lower lip in contemplation while they spoke to her.

“But you also look angry,” she pouted. “Are you angry at me?” she asked while I shook my head to rid myself of the depraved things, I was thinking of doing to the clueless woman in front of me.

“Let’s go,” I whispered and took her hand that was still on my chest and led her through the throng of people around us, right into the heartbeat of the wolves Ma. Greene had talked about because I needed to let the most important people in New York know that she was mine and I don’t tolerate people staring at what was mine with illicit desire brewing in their head.

I didn’t even have to think about where we were headed the minute, I studied the crowd and noticed where the biggest players in the business world were currently seated.

At the right corner of the room, Mr. Geneve and Mr. Stefan, two men I loathed because of their dishonesty were chatting away with a few other men like themselves who were always in the news for one scandal or the other.

Fortunately for them, they haven’t had any personal dealings with me but I suddenly regretted that. Perhaps if I had personally dealt them a blow or a broken nose then I wouldn’t feel so bad at how they couldn’t take their eyes off Snow white. Again, there was the possibility that with my reputation I might have gotten unlucky and they might have known better than to mess with me.

It felt so frustrating watching them not even pretend like the other men at the table who were staring at their watches or their wives like they were the most interesting thing on earth because they knew better than to lust openly at a woman on my arm but the two of them were smiling so widely, I wonder if their cheeks don’t hurt. And I know they couldn’t be that happy to see me, they loathed me and the feeling was reciprocated.

“Good evening, Damon. I was wondering when you will join us,” Dahlia, a model — who I may or may not have had a fling with years ago and was now happily married to Mr. Geneve — or so the i***a-stories says, happily chirped in with what was supposed to be a smile but I couldn’t tell anymore because of all that Botox.

“Good evening, Dahlia.” I gruffly replied.

She chuckled enthusiastically completely ignoring that her husband was beside her even as she stroked her hair flirtatiously. “And as usual, you look devastatingly handsome,” she complimented with a grin.

Normally, I would entertain her just to make poor Mr. Geneve grit his teeth in frustration but today I had no interest to play games.

I turned towards Julia who looked so cute disentangling her hair from her dress strap. It was so ridiculous the things she could get up to but she looked so damn cute and hot at the same time as she whisper-cussed, so wrapped up in her world quite oblivious to this world where men leered at her like she was a Christmas-wrapped present that came too early.

Wayyy early because it is fucking July!

“Well…” Mr. Stefan grinned. “I was just wondering why I have never seen your date before.”

Because she is different from the kind of women we see here.

Because she is special.

Because she is mine.

I wanted to say all of that to their eager faces as they all looked at me enthusiastically so desperate for my reply.

“Well… this is Julia,” I said trying to introduce her casually like every other woman that has been here with me. “Julia Quinn.”

I love the sound of her name rolling off my tongue although I prefer Snow white which she seemed to hate because she purses her lips whenever I call her that although she also seems resigned to the nickname.

Great. Because the name suits her and I like that I call her something else that not everyone can call her, especially these vile men that looked at her like she was dessert.

Snow white smiled showing off her pearly whites nervously even as some of the women flocked towards her with big smiles that I could tell were fake complimenting her dress, her complexion, and her skin.

I didn’t like the way they were looking at her, the only thing that was missing was their bared teeth and an actual fang.

My phone rang and I spared a glance at it.

It was Mathew. He never called more than necessary. We never did if it wasn’t important.

I spared a glance at my phone and back at Snow white who was now feigning a smile that was uncomfortable to watch.

My phone dinged with a text from Mathew. 

"Where are you, fucker? This is important."

Swearing, I watched Julia laugh at something, I could bet wasn’t that funny but then I turned briskly walking out.

“Hello, Mathew this better be important else I just might have your head on a spike,” I walked out of the room putting distance between myself and the festivity of the room. “And this time, I mean it literally.”

“Our clients, the Vonasberg who have been our customers for decades have decided to halt theirage-longg contract with us. They want to trade with the Russians instead.” He cussed and I wished he knew that he didn’t feel even a smidgen of the frustration I felt right now as just the thought of leaving Julia alone with those vipers made my blood boil.

“What else?” I asked impatiently.

What else?” he asked with incredulity. “I thought you will be rushing over to talk some sense into them. I have tried being diplomatic but they won’t budge. I bet if you just come over, they will change their mind immediately because you have such a … personality,”

“You can say it,” I calmly prompted. “I am an asshole but I don’t see the need to come over. If they desperately want out, why should we hold them back?”

“Damon, because our forefathers and __”

“Exactly!” I exclaimed. “It is long overdue.”

“We will be losing six hundred million dollars and fifty drug peddlers to the Russians,” he groaned. “I loathe the Russians.”

“That is why you need to put on your big boy panties and take care of this,” I said sounding bored like I didn’t know what happens whenever Mathew ‘takes care’ of anything.

He groaned.

‘I am not in the mood to hide any body,”

“Neither am I in the mood to deal with those cocksuckers,”

“Hold on. You never got around to picking any of the women in my list or even seeing__”

“About that,” I grinned thinking of my Snow white in her tight as fuck maxi gown. “It has been sorted out. Now if you don’t mind, I have a party to get back to.”

“You hate parties. This is the perfect excuse, to kiss my mom goodbye and flee.” He muttered exasperatedly.

“Not this time,” I told him walking into the hall. Julia was with some fucker I don’t even recognize which is no wonder, I didn’t care much about my partners or networking like other crazed businessmen. The fucker had a smile on and Julia was laughing so brazenly and freely, I had the urge to crush something preferably his skull.

“Hello…” Mathew said impatiently.

“This time there will be hell to pay because someone just touched what is mine,” I growled under my breath before I hung up on him and then walked towards my woman, my fiancée.

My Snow white.

All mine. Damnit