Author's povDamien sat at the large office at the pack house of Crest pack, his eyes fixed on the documents before him. His father had ordered three shipments of weapons which were arriving soon. Lately, his father has been bringing him more and more weapons and at this point, he was starting to get scared wondering if a war was about to break out, which he had yet to know about.He let out a soft sigh of frustration and rested his back on the leather armchair, his eyes slowly trailed to the portrait on the wall.He recalls vividly how much of a dream Celine was; her art was usually perfect, and despite his father's warnings that he wouldn't marry her, deep down, he wanted to be with her.Just then a knock came at the door, interrupting his thoughts, Jessica stepped in dressed in a luxurious red short show, with stripes around its edges. The gown hugged her figure tightly, enhancing her shape, and as Damien stared at her, he could feel his entire body tighten.“Damien!” She called
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