Damian Wayne Girlfriend Novels & Stories

he whispered and I also took his hand with a loving smile plastered on my face as I got on the podium with him. “This woman standing right there with me isn't just my assistant..” Damian paused and stared at me with those affectionate eyes of his and I felt butterflies in my stomach. “She's my wife and we've been married for over a year now.” Damian finally dropped the bomb and Soon enough Cameras were already clicking, I felt dizzy from all the flash.. “If she's indeed your wife, why is she working as your assistant instead of being part of the board?” Another reporter asked curiously and I decided to answer that myself.

he whispered and I also took his hand with a loving smile plastered on my face as I got on the podium with him. “This woman standing right there with me isn't just my assistant..” Damian paused and stared at me with those affectionate eyes of his and I felt butterflies in my stomach. “She's my wife and we've been married for over a year now.” Damian finally dropped the bomb and Soon enough Cameras were already clicking, I felt dizzy from all the flash.. “If she's indeed your wife, why is she working as your assistant instead of being part of the board?” Another reporter asked curiously and I decided to answer that myself.

God, I missed my job. I glanced at the images: the afternoon sky, a lush garden, a mountain view, a decorated hall…then Jace and a woman on a stage, a brand-new car in the next photo. Wait…Jace? I swiped back furiously. “Uhm…Damien? Where did you get this?” My voice was cautious, trembling. “Yeah. At the birthday party. He’s Ariana’s fiancé,” Damien replied casually. “Okay… No wait. What?” I shot up from the bed, panic flaring. It can’t be…

How did I miss him? “Hey, Diego! How have you been?” Damien fist-bumped with the boy. Then he smiled at me. “Elena, meet Diego, my nephew. He’s Dominic’s son from his first marriage.” Diego grinned and waved at me. “Hi, Elena! Are you Uncle Damien’s girlfriend?” I blushed and glanced at Damien. “Yes, she is.” Diego looked devastated. “Shit! Am I the only one still single?” I curbed the laughter threatening to break free.

Vera continued to speak. I frowned and looked at her. I never heard that before. All I know is that they liked the same girl. "What do you mean?" I asked her. Vera settled down before speaking again. "It was really Kylie and Damian at the time. They had a relationship first, but they broke up. Roswell liked Kylie, and he asked Damian if it was okay for him to date her, and he agreed even though he still had feelings for Kylie." Vera started to tell the story.

He’d smiled, told me to stay curled up in bed, and promised we’d watch something together later. But then I saw the photos. Scrolling through social media while eating leftover pancakes, I froze. A luxury restaurant I recognized. Damian—dressed in that sharp navy suit I’d picked out for him—sitting across from a beautiful woman in a red dress. His ex. written in bold letter “Damian Blackstone has been seen spending time with his former lover, Maria. Are they rekindling old feelings—and does this mean his engagement to Evelyn Hayes is in jeopardy?” I stared. My fingers trembled slightly. Her hand reached across the table in one of the photos. He was laughing in another. My stomach turned.

They all wanted the perfect shot of him. "Damien! Over here! Damien, look left!" the camera people shouted, struggling to get the best angle. A reporter stepped forward, thrusting a microphone toward us. "Mr. Blackwood! Who is this beautiful woman you have with you today?" Damien didn't hesitate. He pulled me closer to his side and looked straight into the camera. "This is Kayla Robinson," he said so loudly that I was certain every camera recorded it. "My girlfriend."

It meant I wouldn't have to comfort David every time he felt jealous of Damian. "Yeah," Damian nodded. "It hasn't been long, but I came here for my lover too. My lover lives and works here as a dentist." "Oh, wow," Abigail exclaimed happily. "Invite her over to lunch or dinner with us, Damian. I'd love to host your girlfriend." This time Damian's face changed a bit. He became awkward and looked nervous. "Hey, what's wrong," David said. "Are you afraid your girlfriend will be jealous of Loreine?"

the woman asked, annoyed. “My mate.” I preened at the answer. Had I been in my right mind, I might have refuted. But now, I seem to like everything he said or did. “Huh?” The woman sounded shocked. Damian shrugged. “Didn’t get the time to inform you guys.” She hummed. “Now I understand why she reacted like that.” I turned my head slightly and looked at her. She snorted. “Don’t look at me like that. I am not his girlfriend or anything. I am his sister.”

Damian, are you even listening to me?’ Damian turned his gaze from the window of his Athens office to his lawyer, Nico. ‘Pardon?’ ‘Have you heard a word I’ve been saying? I’ve been telling you that Baxter has agreed to all our terms. We’ve been working on this deal for over a year. We should celebrate.’ Damian didn’t feel like celebrating. He listened to his friend offer profuse congratulations, his mind preoccupied with Sophia. What the hell had possessed him to sleep with someone as inexperienced as her?