Damian Desmond Novels & Stories

he asked quietly, once the number had been secured. "That depends on how thoroughly you cooperate with the authorities from this point forward," Damian said, some of his fury cooling into something closer to weary disappointment. "You endangered my wife's life for money, Desmond. I won't pretend that's something I can simply forgive because you eventually felt guilty about it. But full cooperation now might be the difference between facing charges as an accomplice or facing something considerably worse." Desmond nodded, resignation settling over his features as security escorted him from the room to await the authorities Damian had already summoned.

"Damien Moretti and Lady Natalia St Dumas." The applause that followed drowned my confusion as the spotlight flashed on Damien and his so called business partner.

They got to a restaurant and ordered some food and wine. "Ask me two questions and I will answer honestly." Damien said all of a sudden after their meal and the waiter had come to clear the table. "Wow! Alright Sir. I hope I'm not going to cross my boundary with the questions I'm going to ask." Kimberly shrugged. "Ask." "Okay, the first question is where were you born? Germany?" She asked the first question and that was simple to Damien. "Here in Italy." He answered, truthfully. "Oh! I was born in the United states."

She is going to hate me if she finds out I have been smooching her stepbrother. "Hey babe," Damian said while coming into the bedroom and disconnecting me from my thoughts. He climbed on the space beside me as he removed his shorts he was on leaving just his boxes, I shyly look away. "You are still shy aren't you?" he said as he teases my neckline with his tongue and inhales my scent, placing soft kisses on my lips. he looked into my eyes and said

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

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He deserved all the respect I could give. "I'm Damian, and I'm the CEO of Elvis Hotels and Resorts." "Oh! That's where my daughter works. That means you must be her boss."Mom said in awe. "Yes ma'am. I am" Damian said with a smile. "Good to meet you dear." Mom said trying to stand to her feet. Damian and I rushed to stop her . "You should rest ma'am." Damian said. He acted so gentlemanly and in my eyes, he looked like a knight in shining armor.

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

He stood tall, with a lean but muscular build that spoke of confidence and power. His chiseled jawline, brown hair, and intense brown eyes were striking enough to make anyone look twice. And judging by the way Amelia was looking at him, she wasn’t immune to his appeal either. “That’s Damian,” Amelia said softly, her voice filled with a mix of awe and caution. “Dominique’s older brother. The second son of the Blackwoods.” I stared at him, trying to reconcile the image in front of me with the warnings I had been given. Damian was notoriously known as a womanizer, a predator in his own right, who treated women as nothing more than objects for his amusement.

My breath hitched as a sweet sensation made its way up from my chest down to my loins. “I'm going to be so full when I finally get a taste of that ass-” “Captain!” I screamed, drowning out the rest of his words as Caleb jogged to us. Cyrus almost laughed at me, but I just saved his ass from being tagged gay. “Who is this and why aren't you joining us?” “This is Damian. He's from the press club and he's looking to get an interview.” He took just one glance before he said, “No. We're training now. Get him off the field.”