Damiano David Relationships Novels & Stories

“He’s not just Matteo’s colleague. He’s Matteo’s blood. And he’s been lying about it the entire time.” My heart stopped. Stopped. Then pounded. Loud enough that I was afraid Damian might hear it echo off the café walls. “No,” I whispered. “Ryan’s his… what?” “His stepbrother,” Damian said coldly. “They’ve hated each other for years, but they’ll burn the whole company down before they admit it. And you’re in the middle of their war.” The walls felt closer suddenly. The warmth of the café turned suffocating. And my throat went dry.

Damian fed on her leftovers and was engrossed in business talks while Debra and Layla engaged themselves in a dreadful staring contest. David was very excited when Damian signed his signature on his contract electronically. “ This is the best day of my life.” He exclaimed with excitement. “ I’m glad Mr. Blake. My wife and I will take our leave now. She’s already tired and I hate to stress her out.” Damian said, pulling Layla into his arms while she wrapped her arms around him, just to make Debra jealous. But deep within her, she was having complicated emotions. David smiled at Layla, “ Thank you, Mrs. Wilson, it has been an honor being acquainted with you.” He said and kissed the back of her

“Sounds like you have an ideal situation going on. She’s still sleeping with you so who gives a fuck if she wants a child immediately, just use a condom or you pull out” “Are you crazy, why will I do that.” “Ah.” He sounded amused. “Messy.” This relationship would blow up sooner or later and marriage was only the real grasp I could have on her but with the whole issue in the Moretti family marriage is the last thing on my mind right now not to talk about having a child when I haven't fully selected out my enemies. I know you’ve got some sinister plan in the works, so let’s hear it.” Fuck, Damian was my closest friend since highschool even though I haven't seen him in months since I returned

Because he's the only man who's close to Sira right now. Damian smiled wryly, “Isn't that right?” averting his gaze, somewhat frustrated at having begged a woman for love. That was something Damian had never done in his entire life. “Says who! We're just friends, nothing more.” Sira snorted in annoyance. She was annoyed by Damian's one-sided accusation. “You even attended that guy's big family gathering, didn't you?” Damia was really fired up this time. She could not accept that Sira was present at the family gathering.

Damiano finally speaks up. "Okay, what is going on here? Do you two know each other or something?" "Yeah. Damiano fucking Venturi is my boyfriend. I sent him to keep an eye on you but he went and fell for that bitch he was pretending to date. Can you believe him?" **************************************************

“I did. She’s happy for us. And Lorenzo wanted me to tell you’re a dickhead for getting me a diamond this big.” “Because he can’t compete with me.” Damiano smirked. I slightly shook my head at him in amusement. Their relationship was funny. They would die for each other but they were the biggest competitors against each other. “I should get out and start getting ready if I want to be on time when we meet Mr. Roberts.” I told him since he was swimming around with me. “We still have time. Or we could just ditch him and do something else.” Damiano started to plaster kisses on my bare shoulder.

Don't be a danger to yourself or others! Damian apologized, feeling a cold sweat pour down his back. He could have killed two people just now! In his subconscious, Damian still had his night with Rafał and the emotions associated with it. The experience of ecstasy and beauty, of unusual closeness but also of loneliness of his lover.

"We weren't aware of the full situation." "Clearly." "We'll speak with him," one of them said. "Please do. And maybe recommend therapy." They apologized once more before walking away. Damiano sat back down. For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. Then he smiled. "You know," he said casually, "I think he's jealous." "He needs medication." "I think he's in love," he said. "I think he's insane." "Those things aren't mutually exclusive," he said, smiling sheepishly.

"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."

Darian rolled his eyes when Damian did not respond “The stares I get from potential business associates, people who knew you were married to her would assume that I, Darian, am you. But she doesn’t seem to mind,” A wistful smile broke out on Darian’s face. He could almost smell Damian’s thirst for his blood in the air. Any moment from now, he could get pummeled into the ground, beaten to a pulp, or even get murdered and tossed into an incinerator. Darian loved it. “Why are you telling me this?” Damian finally asked in a thick voice. Darian could not tell if it was thick with guilt or just plain thick. “C’mon! Aren’t we brothers? We can tell each other things…” Darian narrowed his eyes at Dam