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I admit to being hopeless with names. She dragged her gaze from the view, those green eyes direct. ‘When and where what?’ Damian, who hated mysteries and considered tact a quality devoid of reward, was blunt. ‘Where and when did we have sex? I’m sure it was amazing but you’re going to have to remind me of the details.’ She made a sound in her throat. ‘I haven’t had sex with you!’ ‘Are you sure?’ Green eyes stared back at him. ‘If rumour is correct, Mr Andino, sex with you is a memorable experience. Is it something I’m likely to have forgotten?’

"Alicia, I know you do. And Damian does have a girlfriend too. But he is concerned about you." "I don't need his consideration. He should focus on his girlfriend," Alicia said, and Lady Jennifer sighed, "Hmm...." "Well, I don't have any girlfriend, and as for Maria, she was only an arrangement. I'm a single guy and available for a relationship," Damian said, and Alicia's gaze narrowed at him.

Chloe said, kissing him. Brian kissed her back, but he stopped kissing her when she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Don’t seduce me, you need to take your drugs" "I don’t want to" She whines, dancing on his lap and Brian laughed. ****** •LOUNGE, LATER THAT NIGHT• Damien sits with his friends in their private lounge. He has just two friends; Philip and vinson. They have been friends since childhood and they all have their own companies, but Damien is the richest one among his friends, cuz he is a billionaire.

“Please, go ahead. Ask whatever you want to.” “Err, it is about your personal life. You were once engaged to Ms. Aria Winter, but rumors had it that you were set to marry Ms. Layla. That scandal broke out, and we haven’t seen Ms. Aria, and Layla’s career was destroyed. Was it your doing?” Damian straightened his back a little after hearing the question. His brows tensed, and his lips formed a thin line. “The only person I have ever loved is Aria. Actually, we were already married even before I proposed to her. I only saw Layla as a friend and a sister, nothing more. I was never meant to marry her; those were just baseless rumors that she came up with.”

I have always heard from Victor how arrogant Damien was, and how he thinks he is better than anybody else. Well he is. “I raised that boy better,” Sandra commented. I laughed. The interviewer cleared his throat then laughed. “I AM ASKING FOR THE FANS, IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND GOING TO BE AT THE GALA?. OR IS SHE HERE AT THE GAME?. STILL ASKING FOR THE FANS,” the interviewer asked. Damien smiled and looked up at the camera. “NO, SHE IS NOT HERE FOR THE GAME AND YES, MY GIRLFRIEND IS GOING TO BE AT THE GALA AS MY DATE…,” Damien answered, when he answered the arrogant look in his eyes was replaced with a softer look.

I deliberately tapped on a video. The moment I pressed play, obscene audio filled the space between us. Jenna's face turned pale. Henry's low, hoarse voice echoed clearly. "Jenna, right now, who do you like more? Me, or Chris?" Back then, she hadn't hesitated for even a second. "You. How could he compare? You're so much more interesting!" "Then let's play a game. He's a fashion designer, right? How about we let him design our wedding outfits?"

A knock interrupted us before I could sit with that thought any longer. Damian stood in the doorway, tie loosened, that same exhaustion carved into his face lately. His eyes moved from me to Sophia and back, something unreadable behind them. “I didn’t realize you had company,” he said. “Sophia Bennett. My best friend since college.” I gestured between them, watching Sophia’s eyes light up with obvious, unrepentant curiosity. “Sophia, my husband.” “The infamous Damian Blackwood.” Sophia stood, extending her hand with confident directness. Damian shook it without flinching. “I’ve heard a lot about you. None of it from Evelyn, she’s been suspiciously tight-lipped.”

“And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.” Elena tried to look indifferent, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy throbbed. She pressed her thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flushed she was. Damon brought her closer to the VIP ropes as the music played around them, they shared an electrifying connection through their personal space. “You’ve been teasing me for six months, Elena,” he growled softly. “Your office attire shows off your curves while you bend over my desk. You argue with me because you know it turns me on.”

I pretend to keep watching the match. Gideon's words are stuck in my head. I am rooting for the both of you, he said. The both of us. Those words remain in my head far too long. No. He is Damien's best friend. Of course he would say such a thing. He knows nothing. He doesn't know… “She's a contractual arrangement.” I press my lips together. No. There's nothing to root for. Not anymore. I eat some popcorn just to have something to do with my hands.

She finally looked toward Sebastian, her expression softening. "You still complain too much Seb." "I learned from Damian." "Impossible." Her gaze drifted back to Damian, amusement flickering in her eyes. "I've known him longer." "It's been too long." she finally noticed me standing beside him. Her smile softened with curiosity, showing genuine interest "And who is this?" Damian answered before I could. "This is Cassie Adams, our event planner." Scarlet's gaze lingered a heartbeat too long. "So..." she smiled pleasantly. "You're the one."