Damian And Jon Novels & Stories

said Estefanía. “Hated by most,” added Maritza. The girl, Lara, was tall, slim, and blonde. Very pretty, to be honest. “She’s Damian’s girlfriend,” Lana told me. Damian, as always, was expressionless. They passed by us without even glancing our way. Who did they think they were? The town's royalty? I rolled my eyes and focused on the rides. I wanted to have fun tonight.

“Miss, I am sure Mr Edison here has told you about the kind of mistake you will be making, '' he asked. I tried to hold myself from yelling at everybody. I was tired of how they repeated the same thing. Anderson checked his watch and cleared his throat. “I will tell you my experience with Damien," he said calmly. “Damien's wife and I were friends for years" . His first line captured my interest. I started planning how he might be of good use in my revenge. “I fell in love with her but she never took me seriously. I woke up one morning and the news of their marriage swept me to depression.

Damon’s POV Damon Montague sat across from Harrison Kendrick, his eyes locked on the older man's face. Kendrick's expression was calm, but Damon could see the tension in his shoulders. "So, Mr. Kendrick," Damon said, his voice smooth as silk. "I understand you're looking to make a deal." Kendrick nodded, his eyes narrowing. "I am. I want to expand my business, and I need your help to do it." Damon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I'm listening."

“Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are going to end this with me being financially affected, then you are very wrong. Your lawyers should explain this to you. Mine will attend the meeting as well. Things will be settled. If you want us to be there to sign papers, we are more than welcome. Otherwise we have other things to take ca

Then he kissed me, long and slow, like he needed to remember how to breathe. When we pulled apart, his phone buzzed again on the table. We both froze. It wasn’t Schwartz. It wasn’t Soma. It was Jonathan. Damian stared at it, hesitating, before letting it ring out. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “He’s on his way back to the city. I’ll talk to him when he gets here. Until then…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. We both knew what he meant.

"But I was wrong. You're just selfish, and even when you're kind, it's calculated. If I hadn't saved your life, would you ever have come back to beg me?" When I finished, Damian, a man over six feet tall, suddenly seemed to lose all support and slowly crumpled. "I-I swear I'll change, Carla." That was when Ryder kicked the locked door of the private room open and yelled, "Damian, I warned you to stay away from Carla, didn't I?" He rolled up his sleeves and seemed ready to strike his fists on Damian, but the latter looked completely resigned. He stood rooted to the spot and waited for the blow.

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

“So, show me my dress now,” “Yes!” Damian stretched on his chair, and he smiled proudly, staring at the mp4 file on his laptop screen. He finally finished his song— the one he wrote thinking about Avery. He worked on this song with Elias, Valery, and another friend, and he was satisfied by his work and was impatient to see Avery's reaction. Damian sighed, remembering that their relationship has been quite complicated lately. He closed the studio and headed to the radio station. “Hey, Johnny.” he greeted the trainee. “I see you already started.”

Damian said and they all nodded. The meeting was brought at an end and everyone scrambled out of the room after Damian left. ********* "Sir….are we really going to partner with the new company?" Ron who was sitting behind the steering wheel asked, looking at his boss from the rear view mirror. "I'll do some research and decide," Damian simply answered with his eyes closed. "Did you send Amyrah the money I asked you to?" Damian asked after a few seconds of silence. "Yes sir," Ron answered. The rest of the drive was in silence till they got to the house.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”