Damian Desmond Novels & Stories

He pulled out his chair and sat beside Ashton. "Good morning everyone..." He greeted them. "Good morning jack.." Ashton replied back, Ashton was Damian's personal bodyguard who follows him wherever he goes. Protecting Damian is the sole purpose of his life. He was a tall man but not with bulky body. He has more of a lean body as he was more into martial arts and was extremely strong. Perfect in his work.. "Good morning jack.."

He stepped into the light of the foyer, and for a second, Aria felt the temperature in the hallway drop. His face was striking, brutal in its symmetry. High cheekbones, a sharp, arrogant jawline, and hair as black as ink, swept back from his forehead. He wasn't handsome in the way movie stars were handsome; he was handsome in the way a weapon was beautiful. Dangerous. Cold. Perfect. "Damian," Desmond said, extending a hand. "Good to see you." Damian didn't smile. He didn't offer a polite greeting. He simply took Desmond’s hand, gave it a single, firm shake, and released it.

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

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.”

“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.”

Mean while Damian woke up from the same erotic dream, he was sweating and breati ng heavily, he looked at his member and it was standing upright stearing at him, his breath gradually came down and he said to him self " where the hell are you mate, stop tommenting me" then he stood up to take a cold shower, after some tome he came out wrapped around a towel into his room, he moved to his closet and picked up a black denim trouser, a black calvin klein t-shirt, and a black jacket to follow, he then wore a black timberland boot, his feature was so alluring that any one who saw him will fear him and fall in love with him automatically

At a point, Damien got us wine from the bar and we drank in silence. Suddenly, something occurred to me and I sat up in my seat. I still couldn't get the image of that bastard out of my mind. “Damien, ” I called and he glanced at me, putting down the glass in his hand. He sat up and gave me his full attention. “Can you do a background check on someone called Desmond Whales? Hire a private investigator if you have to.” I told him. He appeared confused but I wasn't ready to divulge more than that to him.

I grunted and stood up abruptly, forcing Neymar to let go, his eyes were hot and sweaty and I weirdly craved a taste. “I'm sorry” “It's okay, just know I won't stop trying” He said and moved into the bathroom and returned shortly,his bulge still engorged in the tiny fabric of his pants. Immediately after I got outside, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through the internet, and just as I suspected, this is far beyond my imagination. Damian's video is flying with mixed reactions from users, he's indeed the lord of controversy, why have I got entangled in this mess?

The firelight danced across his face, softening the edges of his features. “He did love once,” he said after a moment. “His mate. A powerful she-wolf from the Eastern Ridge.” Serena leaned forward slightly, drawn in. “She left him,” Alexandro continued, voice calm, low. “For someone else. A warrior from her own pack. She broke the bond, publicly. It humiliated him. Wounded him in a way no blade ever could.” Serena’s lips parted. “That must have destroyed him.” “It did,” Alexandro said. “But he didn’t show it. Not the way others do. He buried it. Deep. And let the bitterness shape him.”

"The thing about us dating. I'm surprised she even believed it." "So you would never date me or even pretend to do so?" "Nope. Never." She said with all finality. Just then, a guy approached our table. I immediately recognized him as Damian Sanders, a very popular actor/playboy. "Hey Cleo. Nice seeing you here." He said, his eyes fixed on Cleo. "Hi Damian." He smiled and asked, his attention now on me "Mind introducing us?" "I'm And...." I started but Cleo cut me short with her introduction.