The Billionaire Wants Me

KatherineSeriously, what kind of father would demand their daughter to do this chore? I groaned in disgust. Only mine will. Yeah, going to a shady club alone to just you know, hang around. This was totally normal for me and me being a Harvard student would fit in perfectly, not conspicuous at all.I would tell you that I was a spy, but then I'd have to kill you which would be rather inconvenient for me. So I'd rather not but you get my drift.This was why I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror and checking my appearance furiously, as if I was going to meet Mr Trump. I put on heavy eyeliner and lipstick. Yes, I look naturally gothic now. Awesome.Finally, I was minimally satisfied with my appearance and moved on to m

Katherine"Ladies first." Damian said after we keyed in our names into the dart machine. Damian vs Kate, it read.Fine with me, no biggie. I walked, feeling bold so I started swaying my hips from side to side when I passed him. I also flicked my hair for good measure. I could feel his eyes on me as his scent of the mix of cigarettes and aromatic cologne wafted through the air.I took a deep breath and threw the dart. It landed just slightly higher than the target, giving me a score of 20 points. We had selected the countdown mode so the person that reached the lowest number first would be the winner."Not bad, Ms Trent." He said approvingly. At this point, I realized everyone was more obviously crowding around us to see what was happe

The day passed by without anything out of the ordinary. I attended my classes and occasionally I spotted Sammy in a few of them. Probably skipping again, I thought to myself, shaking my head. She had a habit of skipping lessons with her boyfriend, going up stone-walled staircases, and taking cigs at our school's many unknown balconies. She was my best friend but in many ways, we were completely different. The only resemblance we had was the way we dressed for school.We both had a thing for black clothes, and many people would stare at us in the distance. Perhaps it was the lip piercing, or the leather miniskirts, or the fishnet stockings, I never really figured that out. Anyhow, we were the iconic best friends in school, and soon many people just kept their distance. It was only recently that she had a boyfriend, Patch, that she

Katherine"Sorry, but I refuse." I heard myself say. I was never going to agree with him, especially if he is being pushy and a jerk. Damien paused midway in his step, and he gasped inaudibly. I smirked internally. Maybe nobody has ever said the word 'no' to him before. He was probably very used to getting his way in things. I won't agree, not without something to gain, of course. Besides, my father's order was to follow him closely, not to become his secretary. I grimaced at the change of events. How was I going to intimidate him now?"What?" Damien uttered in disbelief. He was smoothing out his crisp white shirt and an expensive-looking tie, but now his hands had balled into fists. Slowly and deliberately, he walked closer till we were inches away, my ass resting on the desk. H