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Her jaw clenched when she remembered how all the servants who worked in her and Sebastian’s home had testified and lied against her. Desmond’s room was large and exquisitely designed, with modern gadgets at every turn. Olivia stared at the paintings he had in his room. Desmond was very artistic. A few days ago, he had made her sit for six long hours and the result was a gorgeous gigantic painting hung over his bed.

Embossed lettering. Adrian Castellane Castellane Industries And on the back, written in elegant script: For when you want to discuss art. Or anything else. "That son of a bitch," Damian breathed. "Damian—" But he was already kissing me. Hard. Possessive. Public. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me with bruising intensity. One hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back, while the other gripped my hip, pulling me flush against him. I could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh.

It was him – standing over me with a satisfied smirk, as if ruining my day was his birthright. Damian Hayes. Quarterback of Ridgewood High. Rich, hot, and cruel as hell. “Oops,” he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. His sharp jawline looked sculpted from stone, his messy brown hair falling perfectly over his dark green eyes. “Looks like someone’s too clumsy to even hold a tray.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Fuck you, Damian.” His smile widened into a wicked grin. He leaned down, so close his breath tickled my ear. “You wish, princess.”

I asked, turning my head. "Damian and Brielle. I think you're thinking about them," Lucian replied calmly. He was right. But I felt a little creeped out. Was he an Esper? Why was he always so good at reading my mind? "Damian works in the same field? Is he a designer too?" I asked when I managed to process his previous statement. "They both love art. Didn't he ever tell you? Damian works for an entertainment company in South Korea. He's the man behind the scenes," Lucian explained.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

“I would pay you three million pounds for it, and also assist in recovering your father's company.” “I can't agree to this. I've always wanted to build my career and marriage is not part of my plan, not even a contract marriage…”. Sophia said Damien cut in, “I'm not asking you to agree” I frowned, “what?” “I'm asking you to think about it”. Damien paused before he continued, “you don't have to answer today”. He opened a small drawer in his desk and brought out a small business card. “My direct number”, he said, placing the card on his desk. “Whatever your answer is, call me”.

“I want us to tailer her. Talking on the phone will soon not be enough, she will want to meet him.” “But what about her bodyguard, if what you saying is true, I don't think she would want to risk being exposed like that, knowing full well that he will tell you.” “Damien he will be on sick leave as of tomorrow.” “Sounds like a plan. but are you sure about this?” “It's the only way to find out the truth. I don't like it but, it needs to be done.” I got up and stood by the window looking out. “Like I said, it could mean nothing.”

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

Chinwe said. "Yeah, me too, do you know that Damian can swim? Yes, he is a very good swimmer, he will represent our house, I'm sure about it, that egotistical Bright that had always settled with the second position will have to rest this time, my Damian is here, it's time we take that trophy." Cynthia said looking so excited. "Really? He can swim? Awwn, he is so sweet, Damian you will teach me how to swim right?"