Damiano David Age Novels & Stories

I stood up immediately. - He wants to talk to you too. I walked hurriedly into the room to find David with a quiet smile on his lips. - What did you two talk about? - I asked when I saw Damien closing the door and standing next to me. - Man talk. - He replied and continued to smile. I smiled back, feeling silly. - You're still a boy, David Souza. - Many boys have already become kings at my age. Harry Potter faced serious drama at the age of fourteen in Goblet of Fire.

I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.

he continues with an almost wistful look in his eye. "how old are you sweetheart?" He asks with his charming demeanor. "I just turned 17 this January" I say, hoping it won't change anything. "Perfect", he says with a playful glint in his eye. Trying to ignore his flirtatiousness I continue "What time should I be ready for work tomorrow?" I question Damian who is still standing to close for comfort. "I don't usually work with the waitresses but for you I'll make an exception", he says with a wink, "I'll go ask Jason, don't move a muscle" he says as he dashes out of the kitchen.

I said mostly to myself. Damien came and sat on the bed in front of me with a proud grin, “You’re amazing, Abby,” he said as he put a hand on my knee, his eyes had returned to their crystal clear blue, filled with adoration. “How long have you known me, Damien?” “About nineteen years,” he responded. I became confused, “I’m only eighteen though,” he chuckled.

I did not expect the person we were meant to meet to be very young. I expected to see an old or middle aged man with a bald head. I did not know why but probably because Luciano told me he is a drug baron. And in the movies I have seen, they are usually old and ugly men with bad sets of teeth. But this man right here seemed to be in his mid twenties or possibly late twenties. He had dirty blonde hair, a tall physique and he was extremely good looking too. "It has been so long hasn't it?" The young drug baron, Damien, let out a guffaw.

“You… you think about me?” Damien let out a short, humorless laugh. “More than I should. You’re Marcus’s sister. You’re only eighteen. I’m twenty-one. This could blow up everything.” “I know,” I said softly. But I didn’t move away. “Yet here you are.” He ran a hand through his messy hair, jaw clenched. “Yeah. Here I am. Fighting the urge to do what I’ve wanted to do since I saw you in that swimsuit today.”

Her fingers twitched, itching to brush her hand against his chest till those stiff muscles melted beneath her hand. Damian’s muscles clenched, and he watched discreetly as her nipples hardened beneath the black satin dress, calling onto his hand. She is too small, he reminded, dismissing the thought, but that didn’t stop his eyes from dragging around her body. Small hands, thin waist, curvy hips, fat ass. Damn it! He could pull her closer and fuck her so damn hard until she came on his cock. But she was small… too small… she was probably 22… or younger than the kind of girls he fucked. He was 30 and only dealt with ladies who were mid-20s, not some small college girl who probably didn’t know

Damian said, and added “ This is life ” They parked near a shady alley and Damian stepped out of the driver’s seat. He wore a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and combat boots. So far from royal robes and ceremonial armor he may as well have been someone else entirely. He was no longer a prince today. Just a twenty year old guy with too much energy and a hunger for something real, for his mate and freedom. “You look like the love interest in a high school drama,” Kevin smirked. “If the girls weren’t staring before, they definitely will now.”

“But then, you and Damien didn’t even date so how’d do I expect you to know what’s a relationship is. You’re just a teenager.” Was he really pulling the teenager card? Her birthday was soon, very soon. But that would barely change a thing. Arya didn’t think she was young for anything, at least not young enough to make big things happen. Damien had taken over the company when he was in his mid teens. And he shouldn’t forget it was that teenager his best friend married. If being a teenager was that bad then Damien shouldn’t have married her. “You are just talking a lot of nonsense at the same time. Honestly, my head can’t keep up with the gibberish.” Arya sighed, looking away from him.

A while ago, he was running in the rain to fulfill the lady’s wish. Wanted a cake bought on the run. What an unreasonable request. No need to be surprised. Isn’t Almeera like that. “I am?” Damian is lazy. “Twenty-nine, maybe?” “Oh, it turns out you’re younger than me,” Brian said with a cough. Damian was silent, and he had no intention of chatting with those humans. His job this time was to pretend to be Almeera’s lover for the sake of clearing rumors and money, not serving her mistress.