Chapter 2:An Unwelcome Encounter

Damien’s POV

I was in my office, immersed in a sea of documents, when a knock pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Come in,” I called without looking up.

Alex, my personal assistant, stepped in, holding a phone. “The chairman is calling, sir.”

I sighed and took the phone from him. “What is it now?”

“You bastard!” My grandfather’s voice thundered before I could greet him. “You called off the engagement? Do you know how hard I’ve worked to secure Logan Group’s reputation? Get to the villa and fix this mess!”

The line went dead before I could reply. Typical.

My grandfather, the founder and chairman of Logan Group, had controlled every aspect of my life since my parents died in a plane crash when I was a child. The engagement to Cindy, his best friend’s granddaughter, had been decided before I could even spell "marriage."

Cindy was everything I despised.Clingy, fake, and self-absorbed. She wanted me for more power, and I had no intention of becoming her puppet. I ended things days ago, and the fallout was inevitable.

By 4:30 p.m., I was dressed and prepared to face my grandfather at the villa no matter the storm waiting for me,though the dread weighed heavily. As Alex drove us to the villa, my phone buzzed again.

“Cindy’s waiting for you,” Grandpa texted. “Fix this, or don’t bother coming back.”

I clenched my jaw. No way was I walking into that trap. “Turn the car around,” I ordered the driver.

“To where, sir?” Alex asked, his voice cautious.

“The hotel ,” I muttered.

“To where, sir?” Alex asked cautiously.

“The hotel,” I muttered under my breath.

Moments later, we arrived at a luxury hotel. The presidential suite offered a quiet refuge, but my thoughts were anything but silent. The tension with my grandfather and Cindy’s relentless scheming churned in my mind, suffocating me.

After an hour of pacing, I grabbed my coat and headed out. I needed a distraction.

The bar was dimly lit, its quiet ambiance a welcome escape. I was about to step inside when someone stumbled into me.

“Watch it,” I snapped, instinctively steadying the woman before me. She looked up, her glossy eyes meeting mine.

“Please… get me out of here,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Her desperation gave me pause. She was clearly drunk, her makeup smudged and her movements unsteady. I should’ve walked away, but something in her trembling voice stopped me.

“Get you out of here?To where? I asked, my tone cold.

“Anywhere please,” she whispered, clutching my arm.

Girls like her were trouble. Reckless, impulsive, hoping to latch onto someone for a night of comfort or cash. I wasn’t in the mood for games.

"Well", I started, my voice dropping to an icy monotone"I see you're one of those girls who come to bars hoping to find someone who will take them home for money of pleasure. I don't want to have anything to do with a bar bitch ", My words were harsh, deliberate.

But as I turned to leave, she collapsed. My arms moved instinctively, catching her before she hit the ground.

Cursing under my breath, I lifted her into my arms and carried her back to the hotel. She was lighter than I expected, her head resting against my shoulder.

In the suite, I laid her on the bed and stepped back. She looked so peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos she’d caused.

I grabbed a blanket and draped it over her. Just as I turned to leave, her fingers curled around my wrist.

“Stay,” she whispered, her voice weak but firm.

“You need rest,” I replied, trying to pull away.

Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine. Before I could react, she leaned forward, brushing her lips against mine.

“Don’t stop me… please,” she murmured, her voice trembling.

I froze, torn between logic and the fire her touch ignited. Her vulnerability mirrored something deep within me,something I’d buried long ago.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice husky.

“Yes,” she whispered, her gaze pleading.

I hesitated for a heartbeat, then leaned in. The kiss was hesitant at first, but her desperation fueled the intensity. For a moment, the weight of my world vanished moment as her lips trailed down my chest, slow and teasing, her tongue leaving warm traces over my skin. When she reached my cock, she wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking me with deliberate slowness, making my breath hitch. Then, without hesitation, she took me into her mouth as her tongue and lips tightened around my cock.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her pace, feeling the wet heat of her mouth as she worked me over, each flick of her tongue sending waves of pleasure through me. But I wasn’t about to let her have all the control.

Pulling her up, I crushed my lips against hers, tasting the hunger between us. My hands roamed over her body, cupping her tits, my thumbs grazing her hardened nipples before I kissed my way down her stomach.

When I reached her pussy, I didn’t hesitate. My tongue traced along her folds before diving in, savoring the way she trembled beneath me. Her moans filled the room as I sucked, licked, and teased, driving her higher with every flick of my tongue. She grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer as I pushed her toward the edge.

I couldn’t wait any longer. Positioning myself between her legs, I pressed the tip of my cock in her wet pussy, sliding in, inch by inch, until I was buried deep. The heat, the tightness, the way she gasped, it was enough to drive me wild as I continued to fuck her hard

Our bodies crashed together, raw and desperate, her nails digging into my back as I drove deeper, harder, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the air.