Novel & Cerita Damian Hooky

"Why don't you show me how much you like this as well!" Damien grinned and nodded. Slipping his long body off the couch and onto the floor between her legs, he complied with her wishes. He slipped his tongue out and circled the treasure before him, catching the first few drops of moisture that had started to leak out between her lips. The moan she let out came from her belly, deep and long. "YESSSS! I have waited all day for this."

Damian had travelled abroad to be a part of some business deal that needed his physical presence for PR. “Because it ended early. And because you looked like you were somewhere else.” I swallow. “Maybe I was.” His grip tightens again. Not possessive. Not showy. Just firm. Grounded. Like an anchor dropped into rough water. Julian passes us on his way out and raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. Ava glances over her shoulder and whispers something to the girl beside her. I don’t care. For once, I don’t care. Damian finally pulls back just enough to look at me. His hands slide from my waist to my hips but he doesn’t let go. His eyes search my face like he’s checking for cracks. “Skip wit

"Rocky, the damn boot has capsized." I cannot help but have a good inner chuckle at myself, but yet I know that he is not going to talk this rather well. See Damian does not deal well with rejection. When he did not make partner, he went on a rampage; not only did he scare the shit out of me, but he became a drunk that started to cheat on me. Now, this is something that my parents, especially my mom, do not know; Damian is like her little golden boy who is going to land outside on his ass. "Damian, I said leave. Do you want me to get security to kick your cheating ass out of here? I am sure I can still smell the perfume of the whore you had on your arm last night."

A low gasp ran across the crowd and a yellow light came up, shining just at the spot where Damian was seated. Damian began playing the guitar—a soft, enchanting sound that brought a calmness to the whole place. He played for a while, blending his flawless voice with the music. Wow! It was so cool. I wasn't a big fan of music, but Damian’s songs made me appreciate it. Not like I’mfan-girling over him or something; I'm just stating the fact—he's a truly great artist. The song was slow, romantic, and emotional, and I presumed he was yet to release it since no one in the crowd seemed familiar with it.

I whined, putting as much emotion in my voice as necessary. “I know love, but this is really important.” “Who are you with?” I asked trying to imitate the sound of a suspicious girlfriend. The other line went silent for a second before I heard his voice again, “I love you Luna and I would never cheat on you. I swear on my life. I'm working right now.” “Work? We've been together for almost a month now, Nic and you won't even tell me your job, in fact, I don't even know anything about you. You don't even want anyone to know about us. I felt like I'm just a side hustle.”

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

Damian couldn't sit and wait for a miracle to come. He couldn't concentrate on his work after thinking about how Taggart would marry Pearl without resistance. He was also the CEO of The Bronk Corporation. However, he was in a distinct line of industry compared to Excellor. After he acknowledged Pearl, Damian changed his mind to do business expansion. "Damn, I must have to find a way out!" he grumbled in annoyance. Pearl had stolen his mind, although he didn't want to admit it. He threw off his pen before taking his phone to call Alonzo. He didn't pick up the phone.

Tobey was quite satisfied with his handiwork and even pinched her waist again, making her squirm in his arms and beg for mercy. Damian had drunk himself into oblivion the night before and slept straight through to the next day. His phone had been on silent, so he missed all the calls from his friends. It wasn't until his agent, Bruce Zillman, came banging on his door early in the morning that he was finally dragged out of bed. Bruce had gone to bed early the previous night, feeling reassured that he had sent Damian home. He assumed Damian wouldn't stir up trouble. But first thing in the morning, he saw Damian had logged onto Twitter, voted for Chelsea, and even urged his fans to vote for her

He almost ignored it, still frustrated from the conversation with Selene, but something made him answer. "Ryan Kingsley." "Mr. Kingsley." The voice was smooth, unhurried, carrying the kind of confidence that came from decades of getting exactly what he wanted. "This is Damian Cross. I believe it's time we spoke directly." Ryan stopped walking. "How did you get this number?" "I make it my business to have the number of people I plan to speak with." Damian's tone stayed pleasant, almost friendly, which somehow made it worse. "I understand you've noticed some disruptions in your client relationships recently."

As a matter of fact, she didn't seem annoyed at all. Honestly, he thought that was strange because when he last dug into her history, she was notoriously known as a spoiled and bad -tempered woman. Perhaps she didn't want to look bad in front of Damien? But the person in question is currently unconscious and she could have easily rejected the favor when he asked her. Just as the two successfully placed Damien on the bed, Mr. Hook received a phone call. He pulled out his phone from his pocket to see who was calling and he saw that it was wife, so he quietly excused himself and went outside to answer the urgent call.