Damon Dash Wife Rocky Novels & Stories

the lady looked more like the elderly woman but has slite resemblance with Damien. “Mom.” Damien hug his mother as she kissed his chick.. “How are you son?” She smiled at him as she held his hand. “I'm fine mom… Amaya.” Damien hug the young lady. “Hey big bro... its been a while.” she said as Damien kissed her forehead “Who is this beautiful damsel beside you?”Amaya asked as she looked at Arrya, Damien turn to Arrya and smile.. “This my wife Arrya Adams.” Damien introduce. “Ha. you told me you are married but never said she was way beautiful than Elena” Amaya hugged Arrya excitedly..

Smirking still, he dropped his remaining stick on the floor and stomped on it. "She's Ashanti De Niro. My ex-wife." "She's your... what?!" Is this for damn real? Oh, my goodness! Holy fucking... shit. "Damn. Why are you looking at me like that? You should be happy, I answered your question properly." Damon chuckled dryly. I clenched my fists despite the tightness of the knots wrapped around my wrists. "Happy? There's nothing to feel happy about! Not now that I finally get it... the fact that she ordered you to do this! Like her good dog in a leash, huh?" I mocked angrily. His eyes turned into slits.

I groaned, asking the person who just walked in. “Yes,” Damien answered, stretching the documents toward me, his face flushed….causing me to smirk. “I did some research and found out she’s married to Drake Houston. It’s still a secret, but I got the information from a worker inside,” Damien reported diligently. Clenching my fingers, my face tightened with harsh lines, my lips curled in distaste, and I folded my fist tightly. “Get the fuck out!” I yelled at the whore, who scrambled out like a rat being chased by a stray cat.

A woman with high cheekbones, dark hair swept up in a way that screamed class and power, standing beside Damon in what looked like a black-and-white wedding photo. My breath hitched slightly. She was beautiful. Not soft. Not innocent. But elegant in a way that made my chest tighten. I turned to him slowly, holding up the frame as my voice went quiet. “Oh wow,” I said, blinking, my fingers tightening slightly around the edge. “Is this your wife?” I licked my lips. My voice dropped lower. “So tell me something, Damon.” My fingers tapped the photo once. Then again. Then I looked him straight in the eyes and whispered:

Damon nodded in agreement before he gestured to the woman near him. Smiling down in adoration of her, he held her waist and introduced us, "Darling, meet Ryan Torres, he's the business partner who I told you is like a son to me, Ryan meet my wife, Ciella," He uttered and I slightly ducked my head as I shook hands with her. "Nice to meet you, ma'am," I said politely, to which her eyes crinkled in a smile as she clasped her other hand over our intertwined hands.

montoya moorman called Mrs Damaris Cain for a reason--to play the game-a game she had no idea of it's rules. they talked to length, she was glad Damaris apologized for the attempted kiss, confessed that she and Jenna,Charles Roach wife had been hitting it ever before Jenna got married and they couldn't anymore--that she was lonely. however, montoya did not know she felt no irritation at the attempt. she drove back to penermans drive , hoping Damaris would not mistake this for an acceptance to flirt. she did.

She left as if nothing had happened. Ryder said, “Boss Damon….” The man put all his paperwork on hold, and he stood up with a darkened expression. Then before Ryder could say something, the man named Damon raised his index finger and said. “Why do you have this woman with you?” “Well, she will be my payment to you, Boss. If you want her, the deal is sealed.” Ryder smiled proudly. Damon stared at me for a long time, and then sighed. He slapped Ryder on the face, and said. “Don’t you know that this woman is my cousin’s wife?!”

“Oh, we missed the beginning…” “So, I am told one fan learnt the hard way recently that you don’t mess with a rock chick,” DJ Cooper said conversationally. The line had been provided on a prompt card for him, courtesy of Aaron, but he delivered it with smooth professionalism. “Damn right,” James replied with grim enjoyment. “This guy was one of the chauffeurs in the company we used, and had developed a thing for Em, was sending seriously freaky stuff constantly, taking photos and stuff.

Savannah stood by Matt's side as he greeted everyone, then said, “Of course, you all remember Savannah. Except for you ladies, Emily and Tess.” He turned to Savannah. “Savvie, this is Emily Forbes, David's wife" he turned to the other lady. "This is Tess Black, Dash's wife." Then he added. "This is my fiancée, Savannah Carson”

She led the way, but my heart shattered into bits. Veronica Sylvester! She was indeed Damien’s wife and the mother of his child. A dull ache started deep in my heart. What more proof did I need? “I’ll freshen up..” I walked away in a dazed state, unable to face anyone now. I didn’t care who Everly was to Damien. Only one thing echoed in my head. Mrs. Sylvester.