Chapter 3

Damian's POV

As the final terms of the deal were settled, she extended her hand; the firm grip countered the echoing weight of our agreement, and I smiled politely.

In that brief moment, while shaking hands, something caught my eye, a flash of familiarity in those golden brown eyes. But in fact, the ones in my memory were null and void yet oddly captivating, stirring memories of the girl I had seen at the bar.

The image of her getting on her knees begging for forgiveness when in fact she was the victim. Such a pathetic being, yet she looked so breathtaking while pleading on her knees that I couldn't help but wonder how gorgeous she might look in that position as I stuffed her with my arghhh…

I tried shaking the thought of playing around with her; how fun exactly would it be? That piqued my curiosity in me.

"Your daughter's nanny interview is taking place at 12 noon. I have cleared all your schedule today for that." "Hmmm," you may leave. I waved my secretary away; there wasn't any use in attending the interview.

Not like I could identify the perfect nanny for my daughter anyway. It's way better to leave it to the professionals.

Everyone was on their feet at high alert when I stepped in, the head maid asking the most unnecessary question, which did nothing but annoy the fuck out of me, but there she was; the bar girl, her presence igniting a curiosity I thought I had buried.

Who was she, I wondered. "Name?" The head maid asked her, "Blue Harper?" 'Harper' the fuck I hated those with that name; they caused nothing but trouble, but alas she may not be from that Harper family; a lot of people had that as a family name than I realized.

The interview discussions continued around me, but my gaze lingered on her. Despite the wretched appearance, she only proved the fact that poverty can't hide true beauty.

Those long, unkempt black hair, mesmerizing golden brown eyes, her full chest rising up and down in a slow rhythm, and those full, rosy lips... especially those lips.

I wanted her... To taste her... break her... make her cry... yet better, beg for my mercy. It's been so long since someone had grabbed my attention, and I couldn't help but feel ecstatic. Damn, I was messed up.

The interview ended rather quickly to my dissatisfaction, and I took my leave. I had seen enough already. "Hey cupcake," I called her out, Nora's entire attention on her human-sized playhouse.

"Daddy!" She ran into my arms and spun her around. "Miss me?" "Of course, she said, pecking me on the cheeks. "Aren't you going to give a peck?" She pouted, crossing her arms; she was going to be the death of me.

I helped her in her playhouse; a high and powerful billionaire who controlled the crypto market and business charts was caught playing in with a playhouse.

"You know we're getting you a new nanny, right?" "Yeah, just going to be like the rest of them, boring you; they're always the exact same people with different faces," she said randomly, and an idea came to mind;

"What if this new one isn't? What if she's different? Will you like that then?" I asked cupping her up in my arms, "Yes, Daddy."

Blue Harper... She looked like she could use the money, and I was going to give an offer she wouldn't refuse. I would need to speak to the person in charge of the applicant.

****

The room was dimly lit, filled with the intoxicating scent of desire and the soft sounds of our bodies moving together. I sensually ran my hands through her curves, her breath quickening as passion evolved her.

I leaned down, my tongue teasingly licking her sex, my left hand pinching her nipples just how she liked it, and my mind suddenly drifted towards 'Blue Harper.'.

The image of her sprawled helplessly under me, a vision of her in nothing but her birthday suit, her sexy body, which seemed sculptured by gods, those captivating brown eyes staring intently at me, stung with tears that sparkled like molten amber.

I couldn't shake that image off. The allure of her presence haunted me, and I pulled away from the moment at hand.

"Get out", her brows furrowed, surprise washing over her as I got up, the sheets slipping from my body, and I pulled on my underwear and dropped a robe over my shoulders.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her sultry demeanor fading into irritation. "I mean, I'm not feeling it anymore." I rolled my eyes at the dumb question that had just spewed from her.

She sat up, anger flashing in her eyes. "So you're just going to chase me away?. Just like that. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Why did she have to come to mind in a moment like this? I gestured towards the damn door.

She approached me in calculated steps in a very arousing way, her hips swaying from side to side as she touched herself... Except I wasn't feeling interested in her at all.

"You can't tell me to leave like that now, can you?" She ran her hands through my body until they landed on my cock, and she cupped it through my underwear. "You know, nobody can handle you like I do," she whispered into my ear, licking me up.

"I won't tell you again," I hissed. Use the fucking door; don't make me throw you out." I yanked her off, and my eyes met the spying little fox. "What are you waiting for?" I asked, staring straight at her, and she flinched.

"In now." My tone was demanding; it was an order, not a request, and she obeyed quietly. Samantha, or Abigail, whether her dam was just grabbed her clothes and stormed out, much to my satisfaction.

"You want the job, right?" I asked, sitting on the couch, and she nodded, confusion evident on her face, probably wondering what she had just said and what exactly was happening. "Strip," I commanded.

"I think I misheard you, sir." She played the innocent card, and I smirked inwardly. "You didn't. I asked you to strip... don't you want the job?"

I threw in the tempting offer.

"I'm sorry I eavesdropped on you, sir." She changed the topic exactly to my expectations. If she had given in so easily, I would've lost all interest, but this was simply intriguing. "I'll forget whatever I saw and anything that happened here."

She ran off, and I chuckled. How much I loved this game, well, let's see how desperate she has to be to come crawling back. Picked up my phone and called the bar she worked at, just a small branch I owned. Things were about to get fun.

"Blue Harper?" The other side of the call asked, confused, "Yeah, fire her "and make sure she never gets to work at any bar ever again." "Oh, and find a way to get her fired from her other jobs, or you'll be in her place. "I ended the call.