Oh, Lord have mercy, who on earth did she just see? Was that Damien freaking Culhane!  She turns around to face him properly to be sure. “Madame, were you leaving without your drink?” She raised her hand abruptly to shut the bartender up. It was like a reflex  move. She would deal with the embarrassment later. “Damien? Damien Culhane?” She asked to be sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. If her eyes were, then her ears would not. “Yes, you know me?” He had a dreamy look in his eyes and was acting like he was trying to keep his balance and avoid falling off the long bar chair. The Damien she imagined should be more collected considering he was rich and famous. Was he drunk or something? “Of course, I know you! Who in the state does not?!” “I do not, or I did not, you popular bro?” The

“Here we are.” Damien said, parking his car. He had just brought a literal angel home. It all happened so fast. After she disappeared from the dance floor, he thought he would never set his eyes on her again. Guess luck was on his side.  In the next few minutes after he spotted her, she was right in front of him.  Even more, luck, because she seemingly knew and liked him. He never brought home girls from clubs. Damien usually booked a room at a hotel or crashed their house. He was not this reckless on a regular day. But, Celine was different. He could not put it in words, but something about her pulling him in. He had also been wasted on alcohol, so that could also be it. Her name was Celine. Was that some kind of coincidence? He turned to look at her. She had not moved an inch since he announced that they had arrived at his hou

Celine closed the front door smirking. Pfft. Her aunt was okay. It was all part of her naughty plan. Mischievous, yes. But after that, there was no freaking way Damien would not try to come for her. “Too bad. Damien does not need to get my details from the email I sent anymore, that back there was a better proposal.” She muttered, trying to suppress a laugh threatening to expose her gimmick. She ran off the front porch and a little farther away from his house with her hands tightly pressed to her mouth. She took down her hands and laughed out when she was a safe distance from his home. “That was so callous!” She exclaimed, still laughing. She was bending over and clenching her stomach, trying to control her laughter. “I must have left the poor guy with a hard-on!” Gosh, He fell for it. The look of frustration and need on hi

Taking a deep breath, he reached out to touch her face. Midway, he was interrupted. What was that sound? It sounded like a phone ringing. He twisted his head around, trying to locate the source of the sound. When he could not, he turned back to look at her. She was fading, gradually disappearing. “Wait!” he shouted, snapping his eyes open and abruptly sitting upright on his bed. The buzzing of his phone on top of his bed, beside his desk, drew his attention. So that was it. That was what rudely interrupted. Sighing, he used his left hand to rake his hair. The second fucking time! He had never once thought that he would regret the existence of phones. Speak about wrong timing. The phone was still buzzing, asking for his attention. Hissing, he climbed out of bed, picked the phone and threw it across the room. “Fuck you!” he said through gritted teeth. Ignoring the phone, he stripped and headed for t

“Lucas, how are your recommendations for a personal assistant for me going?” Damien spoke into the phone, with an exhausted tone. The work had been clamping down on him at the same time he could not get this Celine girl out of his mind he had even gone back to the club and asked the bartender there. The man had no clue who she was either and he claimed to have not seen her since that day. He had been getting very frustrated. But fate had smiled on him. “Why not put up a notice for one yourself man. You were not satisfied with all the ladies I got you, I even recommended some male assistants, you know, in case it was just the gender that was the problem. You constantly find fault in every single one of them. Honestly I do not know what to do for you again. I am really trying not to get pissed of here.” “Fine, forget the search for the personal assistant. I was looking for