Damon found himself pacing the living area, his hands idle by his side. The mansion was suffocatingly quiet and it was driving him nuts.Naomi wasn't home yet. He had come home to talk to Naomi, a part of him praying it wasn't too late to let her know how he felt but the one person who needed to hear him wasn't there.The foyer, the living room, the quiet kitchen…every space echoed with her absence. He waited. He didn't bother to get out of his suit, maybe it just didn't occur to him to do so.Hours went by and Naomi still wasn't home. He glanced at the entrance for the hundredth time that evening, his stomach screaming at him, telling something wasn't right. This was so unlike her. He had put a call through to the office to make sure she wasn't working late, the security claimed she took off right after work.Where did she go then if she isn't at the office? Damon ran his fingers through his hair, what if she was involved in an accident? He had no idea where to start his search a
Naomi tries to place a knock on the door to Soonie's apartment but she hears a voice. A soft gentle almost ecstatic voice coming out of the room.Or two even.She had texted Naomi a few hours ago that she intends to stop by her apartment after work before heading back to that huge, empty mansion. Naomi pulls out her phone, trying to dial Soonie's number but she hears a moan. And then another and it only seemed to grow louder and louder. “Fuck!” “You like that? Uh?” “Yes! Just like that…you feel so good..” Naomi's cheeks coloured, she didn't know Soonie was in a relationship or that she was into….risky stuff. Maybe she should leave and come back an hour later. She didn't want to interrupt Soonie and her partner. Hell, she wouldn't want anyone to interrupt her if the case was reversed.The door swung open suddenly, it was Soonie, barely dressed. It was almost like she knew Naomi was standing right outside. “You're here.” Soonie smiled.“Yes. I uh….I'll just come back later. I don
Damon exhaled deeply, sweat dripping down his brow from behind the face mask as his eyes studied his opponent in silence. His breathing was heavy but his eyes remained as clear as ever. The air in the fencing arena was rather serious and the only sound anyone could hear was two heavy breathing. The room, nestled in the heart of one of Damon’s many estates, was a huge, high-ceilinged chamber, its walls paneled in dark. The floor was marked with the lines of a regulation piste. On either side, plush deep-green leather benches sat ready for spectators who rarely came.Damon stood opposite Reed, a man he's now learned to trust as a friend, in silence. Watching, analysing his next move. Reed was a man in his late fifties, but his movements failed to justify his age. He was a lean old man with a sharp mind. His graying hair was neatly cropped, and his eyes, though lined with age, studied Damon as well.He wasnt ready to lose too him either. Not way in hell! He had played on the Olympic
Seraphina exhaled as soon as she stepped out of Naomi's office. Hopefully, the naive girl would take her advice seriously and avoid Rosie by all means. She wished someone had told her those years ago that her mother never loved her, she sees her children as pawns to place in the right corners of the earth to enrich herself and increase her status in the elite society. Seraphina fought back tears, she's been through this before. Hell, she thought she cried about this enough to forget all the terrible things she endured in her ex-husband's house. He was the perfect person when they met, good-looking, smart, ambitious and he cared for her. She thought her mother had made the best choice for her until two years into the relationship and she found out how evil he was. Never held back from hitting or humiliating her. He cheated on her with more than twenty women during their first two years of marriage and would often bring home his escapades and have sex with them right next to her
Naomi walked into Damon's office, the weekly report clutched in her hand after placing a gentle knock on his door. She didn't wait for him to tell her to come in before she pushed the door open and shut it behind her. It's been a week since that night and Naomi was keeping her distance as requested by him. No pies either and she made sure to place pillows in between their bed to make sure she never accidentally stumbled to his side of the bed. She was starting to consider moving to a different room at this rate, then she wouldn't have to see his face all together. How beautiful and less infuriating is that? “Good morning, Ms Naomi.” Patrick greeted with a smile.“Good morning, Mr Patrick.” Naomi replied, earning a small smile from Damon's assistant.He knew they had a fight again. How? No pies. He had no clue what his stubborn boss did again that led to a permanent ban on their daily pies but he was trying to get on her good graces regardless.His boss might be an asshole, he wasn
Damon pulled away, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes, still clouded with desire, were replaced with panic. "We can't," he rasped. He took another step back, putting more than enough distance between them.Naomi stared at him, still reeling from the intensity of his kiss and her body humming with unfulfilled want. "Why?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why can't we?"He wouldn't meet her gaze. He simply shook his head, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "We just... we can't." He said, taking more and more steps away from her.Naomi got off the table, confused as she hurried towards him. “Why not? You're my husband.” Damon stretches his arm forward, stopping Naomi from coming in any closer to him. “Stop.” He pleaded, his eyes barely meeting hers. “Please. Don't come any closer.” Naomi froze, what is happening? Why was he acting this way towards her? They both clearly want this but something seems to be wrong somehow. “Why don't you want me to come any clo