"You're sure I'm not underdressed, babe?" Katherine asked for the tenth time since she left Damien's house that evening, staring up at him with a pout on her face. She had been worrying nonstop about looking too basic the entire day, and so far as Damien could count, she had already changed three times tonight; twice when he was already dressed and ready, waiting for her makeup artist to finish working on her face and fixing her hair, then the third time when they had driven a short distance from the house. Something was wrong with the dress, so she had said and she had made him drive back to the house after pleading incessantly. Though he was irritated and a bit annoyed, he had agreed, taking her back home and waiting for her to change. The last time though, when she asked about her outfit again in his car, he had simply ignored her, to avoid saying something the both of them would regret. Now, they stood outside his mother's large house, and she had just pressed the doorbell wh
Madison smoothed down the front of the brightly-colored uniform she was currently putting on, trying to make it look as presentable as possible. This was the waitress uniform she had gotten, when she had been hired to work in this bar or was it club rather, and all her colleagues also were required to wear it too. Her palms clammy as she rubbed them over the dress, Madison let out a hiss at how the cloth looked tonight. It was rumpled after she had washed it earlier, and since there was no electricity, neither did she have a pressing iron she could use, she had left it there to dry and stretch like that. There was the alternative of taking the clothes to the dry cleaners, but well she couldn't exactly afford, and weighing her options she had decided to just wash and leave it.Sighing for the umpteenth time again, she flipped out the dress again, smoothing it down with her to take out all the creases, but all her attempts was proving futile. Frustrated already and sighing yet again
“My establishment, my club, and you have the guts to step foot in here! What the fuck, are you doing here sleaze? Security!”Madison froze at the sound of that voice. She knew that voice… and no it couldn't be, but it was. She held herself, her feets trembling as she slowly turned around, and then her mouth dropped open in surprise, as his name flew out of her lips in a stutter, “Da… Damien…”She couldn’t believe it, and she was taken aback when she saw the face of the very man that haunted every part of her brain, ingrained in every fragmented memory she had, and the effect had her nearly staggering back in shock. She repeated the words he’d just said over and over again, and her mouth widened in shock as she came to the stark realization that this was his club.His bar, which he owned.He was the owner of this establishment? Madison pondered, her stomach beginning to churn in fear. Her head spun as she clutched a nearby chair, almost spilling up the contents of the tray she held
"Yes, of course. I look forward to working with you.” Damien spoke into the receiver, smiling as he concluded a deal with Antonio Garcia from Antonio Enterprises. For years he had aimed at making this tough man one of his partners, and after he had delivered the rough draft of his ideas for an ongoing project to the board, they had been so successful that some other companies and tycoons had begun to reach out to him, including Antonio. As he replaced the receiver, Damien had a wide grin on his face, his first genuine smile in weeks. Landing this deal would distract him very well, as it would mean that he was to be busy checking through and it would also make him think of something else other than the past that had come back to haunt him. Checking through his schedule for today and seeing that there wasn't any urgent business to take care of, he decided he would take the rest of the day off to rest and celebrate.After all this deal, called for some kind of celebration and he was
~A Dream… 11 Years Earlier~"Is anyone home?! Open up!"Damien frowned at the urgent tone of whoever was knocking on the door, and getting up from the chair he walked straight to the wooden door, that housed the small cottage he lived in with his parents. The knock resounded again, and without wasting any more time he unlocked the door, revealing three men, who had a look of alarm on their faces. As he was about to ask what the problem was, his eyes flew down to what they were carrying, and he nearly fell to the floor in shock when he sighted the crumpled figure of his limp father.The sight was an eyesore to behold, and lips dropping open in shock, Damien noted that his father was nearly unconscious with a huge gash in his thigh, feets and both his hands injured as well, bleeding profusely. The sight of these wounds threw Damien off balance, and he began to wonder what could have happened. His father had been fine this morning. He had been perfectly okay… so, so what the hell was
"Tell me something nice.” Damien said as soon as Mr Rudiger and the lawyer Mr Paul, took their seats. They had informed him earlier this morning that they would be here first thing today, and he eagerly anticipated their arrival, already waiting to hear whatever news they had for him.. Clearing his throat, Mr Rudiger nodded, "We started a background check on each member of the family to enable us get more information, or anything at all that might be linked to their downfall from power. Just like you ordered actually…” The grey haired man said, and cleared his throat before continuing, “But…we indirectly found out something else. Something that is shocking and personally I couldn’t just pass it so, so I decided to bring it to you at once.”“Okay, and what is this thing about?” Damien asked impatiently, his hands tapping away at his thighs.“Sir… It's about Madison Connor."Damien inhaled sharply, his mind racing at the mention of that name, and his chest squeezing in that nostalgic
The thing Madison liked about the beach was the sort of freedom that came with it.From the feeling of the sand beneath her feet, to the cool air that billowed through her clothes, and her hair, Madison couldn’t deny the fact that everything was peaceful, putting her at ease…At ease… That Madison wasn't sure about, and as she stood at the shore seemingly enjoying the scenery and the cool evening air, her mind was miles away from here. She had her mind in the past, during times like these when things had been different, and the thoughts all rushed through her mind… There was this particular one Madison had drifted off to.It was to painful, and she longed to forget this memory, bury it deep where she couldn’t reach out to it, but just as she kept running away from it, it kept coming back…Flashback… Some years back…"You dare disrespect me in this manner? How dare you!"Madison shook from head to toe as her father thundered over her, pure rage dripping from his tone as he stared down
"Come in.” Damien said as a knock resounded at his office door. Without waiting to see who was walking into his office, he resumed his typing on the computer, sighing when he came across some errors on the document. He had been so caught up in other things this week that he was unable to concentrate on work, hence all these errors. For the first time since this whole Madison saga started, he felt disappointed in himself for misplacing most of his priorities.Now though, he was determined to focus more on work and let everything else be, at-least for the time being. When he finally looked up from the computer, he saw that Alvarez was the one who walked in, and instantly the atmosphere became tense. The memory of their unresolved tiff from the last time flashing through his head, Damien kept a straight face, choosing not to say anything as he was equally annoyed about the way Alvarez had spoken to him the last time. "Yes?" He snapped adding, "I'm quite busy so whatever you want t