Damian pulled out her and his cock was covered in her juices. Not her pleasure juices but rather her life-giving ones. He got up from her and walked to the bathroom, her blood that was on his dick, dripped on the floor making a trail. He entered the shower and washed himself off. He walked back to the room and changed into a clean pair of boxers. Lilian had still not moved from her position. He poured himself a glass of wine and stood on the balcony, sipping contentedly. After he had his drink, he came back inside and Lilian had still not stirred. He walked over to her and felt her pulse. It was weak and so was her breathing.He walked calmly into the bathroom and filled the tub with cold water. He walked back to the room and carried Lilian to the bathroom. She was limp and her thighs were bloody. He placed her in the water and almost immediately, the water was the color of wine. He headed back into the room and took off the bedclothes. There was no need of washing them. They were ruin

Damian was in the car and the chauffeur drove silently through the countryside. He had taken a detour to clear his head. Today was the worst day for him. He reached his private family garden and opened the gate. A walk would clear his head a little bit. He walked among the roses and chrysanthemums thinking about what exactly he did wrong today. He could think of nothing. He didn't believe in Karma or stuff like that. He was a firm believer that he controlled what happened in his world so he made every decision count. Soon thoughts of Lilian flooded his mind. Was she okay? Not that he cared of course. Or did her? He shook his head but he could still see her deep blue eyes etched in his mind, staring at him. He stopped walking and lingered among the roses. Their beautiful scent filled the air and bumble-bees buzzed happily in and out of them, collecting their pollen and sweet nectar.He looked at one intently and soon the time hit him. He needed to get back home. He still had work to do.

Damian's work day was pretty good. He had hit some big profits and was in a generally good mood. He had toned down his insults and proof of it was that he didn't call Adam a 'redundant moron' but used the nicer term, 'fool'.He was in his office sipping a glass of cold juice. He really needed to treat himself when he got home and he knew exactly how. Soon his door opened and it was the financial advisor. "Sir, we have some news. Mr. Jackson and Mr. Torres have asked to form a business conglomerate with you."It was about time. He read in the paper a few days ago that their businesses had hit rock bottom and they were terribly bankrupt to the point that they couldn't even afford to pay the wage of their lowest-earning workers. He was silent and immediately he burst out laughing. The advisor was taken aback in surprise. He had never heard Damian laugh and certainly not as manically as this. He waited for him to finish and finally, he stopped. He had almost teared up."Tell them, I said

Damian went it his room angrily and slammed the door. His breath was fast and heavy. He walked to his bed and lay down. He was probably overreacting. He took deep breaths and relaxed himself. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind. He was bigger than the flimsy feelings that were running wild in his head. He poured himself a shot of tequila and sat down in his chair. He was calmer and he began to think a little more cautiously about the events of the morning. He exhaled and soon realized that there was nothing to think about; he had simply been overreacting. Just as he was about to take a sip of his drink, there was a soft knock at his door."Mr. Richards, should we bring breakfast to you?"Damian in his flurry of emotions had forgotten that he hadn't eaten. He demanded breakfast and put his drink down. He would drink after a proper meal. He paced around his room and finally stopped in front of the mirror. He looked himself over and frowned."I have really let myself go. I need to hit

Lilian had read five chapters of the book before dinner was ready. She had felt so uncomfortable. She wanted to be invisible or for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. Damian was quiet the whole time and she hadn't lifted her head to check if he was paying attention or not. His neck ached badly from being bent for so long but she dared not to massage it.Soon a maid came up with the dinner tray. There were, however, two meals on the tray. Lilian was in horror; she was going to have dinner with him. The maid took her leave after she had set the plates on the table. Damian poured a glass of wine for Lilian and himself and he began to eat. Lilian was very nervous and her appetite left her. She looked at Damian and decided to put some food in her tummy with the consolation that she was going to regret it later if she didn't. Dinner was quiet and only cutlery was heard. Soon they finished and Damian called for the plates to be carried. He looked a Lilian and she turned her head awa