Novel & Cerita Damian Hooky

I say, voice shaking. “Yes,” he answers. I pull him into a tight hug anyway. He hugs back just as hard. “I thought you were gone,” I whisper. “I thought I was being brave,” he says near my ear. “Next time be brave with a note.” “Deal.” I pull back and look at him properly. “We are going to have a very loud conversation later.” “I assumed.” Damien steps closer, gaze scanning Liam once, thorough and precise. “No control hooks,” Damien says. “No binding marks. Good.”

I knew it was him. “Do you know who the old man you tried to scam is, Goldie?” Damian asked, signalling one of the men to give him a chair. It was brought to him, and he signalled for a revolver as well. It was brought to him, and he filled it with one cartridge before locking it back.

“I am Damian, CEO and Boss of Key!” Keiko was nervous and embarrassed, her face was already red. “I'm Keiko, Key's best friend!” Keiko shook Damian's hand for a bit. If seen from anywhere, even from the end of the Monas though. The figure of the man in front of him was really handsome, seriously. Keiko didn't lie this time. Damian was really handsome, tall, well-established and seemed to be full of warmth. And that suddenly made Keiko want to tease the figure in front of her.

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

When he got down to the lobby, Louie snuck up to him and asked, "Damian! Did you actually beat up that Hoover guy? That's insane!" Damian widened his eyes and declared with righteous indignation, "What are you talking about? Am I that kind of guy? "I just noticed he had quite a lot of toxins in his system, so I gave him a free acupuncture treatment to help him detox a bit. If he finds out, he'll be thanking me for it!" "Oh. I get it," Louie quickly replied with a nod, as if he caught the drift. He didn't believe a word Damian said, of course, but he still felt nothing but awe for Damian. Anyone who tried to cross him always ended up suffering instead.

The kind of men your mom would warn you to stay far, far away from. Austin grinned. “Missy, meet the crew.” The tallest one reached us first, his dark hair slicked back, a silver ring glinting on his finger. “This her? The girl you’ve been hiding?” Austin shot him a look, but there was a playful edge to it. “Missy, this is Damian.” Damian’s smirk was wicked, his eyes scanning me unapologetically before he reached out to shake my hand. “Red suits you.” I managed a weak smile, my cheeks burning.

Everywhere became quiet just then. Damian stuck out his ugly head from the water and looked around. “Damn it, babes. You don’t turn off the music!” He yelled. I was perfectly waiting behind.

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

Me: (sent him all the pictures and videos of me on his clothes). Damien: I need sunglasses! You are glowing too much, my eyes might hurt. Me: You like them? Damien: Babe😍 you are hot🔥. Is that you shaking my butt? Me: 😂,I was playing around. Damien: I will like to see you shake them tonight. Me: I will think about it. Damien: I will help you think fast. Is that my Nike? Me: It is mine now! Damien: Silly! You look great in it.

As if sensing me, Damian turned just as I approached, his lips stretching into a grin that made my blood boil. “Xavier Lockwood,” he drawled, lifting his glass in mock salute. “What a night.” The men beside him quickly excused themselves, leaving us alone in a pocket of forced civility. I looked him over slowly. “I don’t remember inviting you.” Damian laughed, loud and unapologetic. "Please. I’m Damian freakin’ Reeves." "I don’t need a damn invitation to be wherever I please." Arrogant bastard. I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. “You’re trespassing.”