Céline was not sure she could resist him this time, prank call or not.
She hurriedly packed her aunt's laptop into her bag and neatly dropped the files she had worked on into one of the drawers behind her.By the time she was done packing, Damien held the door open for her. There was excitement and something else she couldn't place a finger on, on his face."Thank you," she whispered, walking ahead of him.Workers they passed on their way gave them strange stares but bowed respectfully when they saw it was Damien she was walking with.In no time they were at the parking lot and just like before, he opened the door for her and waited for her to settle into the seat, before going to the driver's side.It was an action he had been doing since the first time they met in that club. That time, she didn't think much of it. Now, it melted her heart so much to think that the rich and popular Damien Culhane treated her like a Queen. He literally waited onThe moment she stopped him from stepping out of the car and said she was tired, he thought his body would protest. He thought his balls would burst out of his pants and it will get bloody. He thought his erected cock would break his pant's fly and he would die from lack of relief.But none of that happened.When she said his name they way she did when they were alone, it eased out all of his sexual frustrations.His body became more concerned for her well being than its own relief.If she was tired, she needed to get rest. Even his cock became a soft sausage in his pants, refusing to think of getting any pleasure.The goodnight kiss that followed, reset his brain. Now he didn't know what to think.He wanted her so badly.He wanted to hold on to her and kiss her all his life. This was no longer about him. He wanted to make her feel the way he felt. He wanted her.Saying it a million times didn't even begin to make it less real. He wanted her. N
"Is that the young man you are throwing yourself at to get his money?" Elizabeth asked Céline the moment she got inside the house.She had heard the car parking in their porch and she scurried to the window and saw a Lamborghini Sian parked in front of their house.A Lamborghini Sian!It was obviously the rich young man from the papers, Damien Culhane."Aunt, you don't have to put it like that!" Céline defended walking to her room"How do you want me to put it?" Elizabeth asked her, but Céline remained quiet.It was hard enough for Céline to accept what she was doing, having her aunt say it out loud was making it harder for her."Is that the young man you are trying to cheat?" Elizabeth rephrased through clenched teeth. Her niece was being unreasonably stubborn."Aunt, please, stop." The words pricked Céline deep in her heart. She didn't think of what she was doing as cheating. All she wanted was the tw
Céline got to work in record time, thirty minutes after she had left her house. The traffic was low and she had no delays on the road at all. It was one of those days the heavens were on her side. Everything was going smoothly.She walked to the office she now officially shared with Damien and dropped her bag on her corner, the lounge. She brought out her aunt's laptop and placed it on the coffee table she had turned to her working table.Céline did plan to get a laptop for herself at the end of the month by all means, but her aunt's laptop would have to do for now.Her aunt hadn't complained about her constant use of the device, mostly because she was still at home awaiting the police to call off the investigation abou
Damien walked into the office and a smile of relief and happiness immediately appeared on his face.Saying he was happy to see her was an understatement. Damien was elated.Céline was on her chair, working on her laptop. The laptop was something he needed to change soon. It affected the perfect woman in front of him. Damien wanted everything Céline used to be of top notch quality and the most expensive in the markets. She deserved that and more."Somebody looks happy today." Céline sang as her eyes rose to meet Damien ogling at her from the door.Damien tried to cover the smile on his face but failed. "Where have you been all day?" He asked feigning anger.
Céline's heart was in her stomach for the rest of the day, it refused to return to its position in her chest.She questioned her actions over and over through out the day.Did she go too fast? Had she messed things up?Should she have mentioned that to him now?Damien hadn't said much after she told him over lunch that she was a virgin and would only sleep with a man she married. He wasn't cold towards her but he was lost in thought through out the meal and even when they got back to the office. He became withdrawn and more to himself.She tried to focus on work but it was useless. Her mind kept reminding her that she had messed up. She w
It was finally Saturday night. Damien and his friends found themselves in their usual strip club to catch up on their activities.They were seated at the VIP section as usual sipping their drinks over their conversations, enjoying the low lights and ambience of their favourite place."Damn! Can you guys see that hottie working the pole?" Lucas called his eyes fixed straight ahead to the dance floor below them.A brunette was at the pole. There was barely any piece of clothing covering her large breasts as she wiggled them against the pole. She turned, twisting her body, so that her big ass was now in the air.Damien looked at the stripper showing off her body and he snatched his eyes away from her, like the sight alone irritated him. She was not his dinner for tonight. Not because she didn't have the right assets but because he was not in the mood for women, not after the bomb Céline dropped on him.Ever since she dropped the news on him, he couldn't
"Some silly nerdy guy at my company." Brian improvised quickly. He gulped the last of his drink and tried to look less suspicious.Charles and Lucas grunted in agreement with what he said. They didn't know how Damien would react if they told him what they were talking about.But Damien knew exactly what they were talking about but decided to play along, like he didn't. "Let's toast!" He declared, pouring the golden liquid into their glasses.It was true that marriage wasn't his thing, but it didn't scare him. He just didn't want it. Not after what happened with the first girl he ever truly fell in love with, Céline. Céline Curt."What are we toasting to?" Charles demanded, raising his glass.There was more to life than being obsessed about one woman. He deserved to have fun, he worked hard for it."To a life without worries!" Damien said, beaming with renewed joy.They raised their glasses in the air and clinked them together.
"I need the files on Trés chic's order, can you forward them to my mail?" Damien's voice rang through the phone.He was no longer sweet and tender like before.Heck, he wasn't even seductive anymore. He sounded thoroughly professional. He sounded like Céline was exactly what she was, an ordinary assistant.He only called when he needed something concerning the office and she barely even saw him. She kept getting a cup of coffee for him but that was it, nothing else remained the same.Céline was truly in trouble now."Yes, I will do that right away..." she stuttered. The line went dead immediately and she was left with the to