Damien wondered the kind of energy God gave women as he listened to his mother rant on and on without so much as pausing to take a breath.
"This is the sixth woman, Damien, the sixth! ""You are not getting younger, Damien, so you need to get married and settle down. I have been trying so hard to find you a model wife, one that calm take care of you and tame you somehow""Are you even aware that you have to pass your business empire to someone? And if you don't, you are just going to let it die with you, young man!"His mother never ceased to amaze him. Did she not just say he was not getting any younger, and then she called him a young man?"Mom, would you let me breathe? I am just thirty and not that old yet." He replied and sighed. "Some men marry at forty, and I'm not even close to forty".It was obvious mom was not pleased with what he just said. She looked ever ready to lash out her anger. Here we go again, another round of unending rant."Forty! Do you want me to have a heart attack" And now she was being dramatic."You are not 'some men' Damien! You are Damien Culhane, the owner of one of the richest enterprises in the state. Are you seriously going to compare yourself with other men? These men you speak of are likely broke and cannot fend for themselves, let alone a woman. That is why they get married at forty! Because they did not establish themselves early enough to be ready for the responsibilities that come with having a family."He concluded his mother had possibly gone crazy. He was irritated and fed up with his mother's consistent effort to get him a wife and ranting afterwards when he rejected them. She had even gone as far as putting it in the tabloids to attract prospective brides.He did not know how she got this marriage fiasco in the tabloids, but he did not think twice to suspect his mom. This woman could go to whatever extent to get what she wants."Mom, when I'm ready to marry, I will find a wife for myself. Thanks for trying, but you need to stop, please." Shutting his eyes gently, he prayed silently that his mom would leave and let him be."Would you at least look at her profile and picture? She used to be a market researcher, so she has to be smart, and she is beautiful too, more beautiful than the other five you rejected. You will absolutely fall in love with her." His mom said, handing over yet another file on women she had picked as compatible for him.Guess he was asking for too much. His mom was not going to leave him."Drop the file at my desk, Mom. I'll look at it. Later.""Promise?""I promise, Mom." Not that he was going to, he was just desperate to get rid of his mother for now. He was beginning to get a headache."Fine, but you had better do so." She said, she then turned and left his office.Phewww, finally. Peace.He picked up the file of this new woman, careful not to look at it. He shoved it into one of his drawers. He had looked at the files of the other five women his mother offered, and none of them tickled his fancy. This time, he had a feeling that this one might, so he didn't want to take chances.He was grateful his mother had left. This topic of marriage constantly reminded him of his past, and he wondered why since it was not related.His head was beginning to throb. Shutting his eyes tightly, he tried not to let his thoughts go there.Maybe he needed to tell his receptionist to alert him whenever his mom came to the office. She was his mother, so he did not make her follow the standard procedures to see him. She always had access to him, and she was beginning to abuse that. Always taking him unaware and by surprise. The moment she catches him off-guard, she begins her rants. It left him with a pulsating headache.Sighing, he stood up to get himself water from the dispenser. After a few more cups, the headache began to subside.Was he ever going to get married? The truth is that he wasn't planning to, but his mom didn't have to know that. He was going to keep her hanging for the meantime. The guilt from his past wouldn't let him live a simple life. He did not deserve happiness, and he would not allow himself to have it. He had to punish himself this way to deal with the guilt. It was the only way he would be able to forgive himself. His money and his business would be the only thing he would ever allow himself to have.Celine paced around her room, anxiously waiting for her aunt to return. It's been a while since she left. Céline was beginning to wonder what was taking her so long to return. She had texted her aunt to check her email inbox if there was a reply to her inquiry and application/request to the court and marry Damien Culhane.It sounded crazy enough in her head, and Céline could never bring herself to say it out. She had stopped too low.Had she been rejected? Was she not pretty enough? She tried so hard to look beautiful in that picture. She was tense, thinking about the outcome. She needed an answer now.If her aunt doesn't return soon enough, she might lose it."Oh God, help me. Help your poor daughter." Céline clasped her hands together and shut her eyes tightly. She desperately needed this.The sound of the front door closing brought her out of her thoughts. That must be her aunt. Without second thoughts, she ran down to meet her.
Friday was usually a hectic day for Damien. Damien has been sitting at his desk all day long, paperwork piling higher and higher. His butt started to hurt from sitting down for long, and his hand was stiff from writing and typing.Looking at the paperwork still left, he wondered what he had been doing all this while. The pile, a piece of mocking evidence that he has done nothing much. Well, what did he expect? He was the owner of nearly half the restaurants, boutiques, clubs and hotels in the state, so there would be lots of paperwork. Of course, he could afford a personal assistant, but he was carefully avoiding being a victim to the stuff usually depicted in cliché movies. Call it absurd, but he was not taking any chances.Pulling his chair backwards, he stood up and stretched, relieving the tension in his muscles.He glanced at his watch. It was 9:45 pm. He packed his things and headed out of his office. The deafening silence of
What she was wearing was simple, yet something about her made her stand out. There were a lot of classy dressed women on the dance floor. She was just on a crop top, cargo pants and boots, yet she was the one that drew his attention. He watched her closely. She was dancing with so much energy as if drugged by the music. She moved her hips like their only special purpose was to sway. The vibe radiating from her made him itchy to get on the dance floor and spin her away. He had not even seen her face yet!He patiently waited for her to turn around and face him, careful not to lose sight of her. When she did, he was completely and utterly charmed. He was not one to stare, but that was what he was doing right now, his jaw agape. This beauty was alarming, one you could not just ignore. With his jaw almost dropping to the floor, it was a surprise that Damien was not drooling. He took his time to take her in. She had red hair, and she tied up in a ponytail. The
Oh, Lord have mercy, who on earth did she just see? Was that Damien freaking Culhane! She turns around to face him properly to be sure.“Madame, were you leaving without your drink?” She raised her hand abruptly to shut the bartender up.It was like a reflex move. She would deal with the embarrassment later. “Damien? Damien Culhane?” She asked to be sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. If her eyes were, then her ears would not.“Yes, you know me?” He had a dreamy look in his eyes and was acting like he was trying to keep his balance and avoid falling off the long bar chair.The Damien she imagined should be more collected considering he was rich and famous. Was he drunk or something?“Of course, I know you! Who in the state does not?!”“I do not, or I did not, you popular bro?” The
The universe worked in mysterious ways. She has been killing herself for the past two days trying to cook up ways to meet and seduce this man, and here he is willingly presenting himself. Who ever thought it would be this easy.“Hello?? Uhm.” The bartender said, clearing his throat. “Lady and gentleman, I’m still here, you know, right in front of you in case you forgot or have not noticed.”“Nope, we did not forget, now would you stop interrupting?” Damien replied.Someone needed to tell him that!“So will you? Please, baby.” he seemed desperate.Oh hell yeah! She would not miss this opportunity for the world. After tonight, she would get this man to marry her. “Yes,” she said, trying not to sound desperate herself.She heard the bartender sighed. P
“Here we are.” Damien said, parking his car.He had just brought a literal angel home. It all happened so fast. After she disappeared from the dance floor, he thought he would never set his eyes on her again.Guess luck was on his side. In the next few minutes after he spotted her, she was right in front of him. Even more, luck, because she seemingly knew and liked him.He never brought home girls from clubs. Damien usually booked a room at a hotel or crashed their house. He was not this reckless on a regular day.But, Celine was different. He could not put it in words, but something about her pulling him in. He had also been wasted on alcohol, so that could also be it.Her name was Celine. Was that some kind of coincidence?He turned to look at her. She had not moved an inch since he announced that they had arrived at his hou
“Céline, please,” he begged. She still ignored him, showing him what those hands promised once she got them on his body. The sight of her in her panties alone was making him go crazy, then what she was doing was enough to take away the little sanity he had left. He would not sit and let her torture him, so he stood up and went over to her.“Céline, stop.” He said, raising his voice and grabbing her two hands and holding them above him.“What should I stop doing- this?” She asked, releasing her right hand from his and using it to grab his cock.He opened his eyes immediately and looked down at her hand.She was working it, just the way he rubbed her breast through her bra when it was still on a few minutes ago. Her hand was fulfilling one of its promises.He moaned her name. He was still in his trousers, yet it felt so good.
Celine closed the front door smirking. Pfft. Her aunt was okay. It was all part of her naughty plan. Mischievous, yes. But after that, there was no freaking way Damien would not try to come for her.“Too bad. Damien does not need to get my details from the email I sent anymore, that back there was a better proposal.” She muttered, trying to suppress a laugh threatening to expose her gimmick.She ran off the front porch and a little farther away from his house with her hands tightly pressed to her mouth.She took down her hands and laughed out when she was a safe distance from his home.“That was so callous!” She exclaimed, still laughing. She was bending over and clenching her stomach, trying to control her laughter.“I must have left the poor guy with a hard-on!”Gosh, He fell for it. The look of frustration and need on hi