Desmond Sycamore Novels & Stories

"If I am going to compare you with Nicklaus, he is way better than you. At least, Nicklaus knows how to respect me unlike you! You are a selfish bastard who thinks that he has done something so noble to me!" Desmond growled and held me on my shoulders after standing up. "Nicklaus is better than me?!" He sounded offended. I hissed in pain when he gripped more on my shoulders as his amber eyes glowed in anger. "You dare to compare me to that moron?! Just because you reunited with him? You are going to compare me with him?!"

I wanted to ask about Leo – no, Jason Rivers – about what Lochlan had done to him, but I was suddenly afraid of the answer. Instead, I fell back into the role of assistant. ‘Where to next, boss?’ ‘Dinner,’ he said, checking his watch. ‘With Desmond. He’s in town.’ ‘Ah, Mr Lockwood.’ A flood of entirely irrelevant thoughts immediately hijacked my brain. Desmond Lockwood. The man was a genetic lottery winner, an alpha among alphas. Just the sheer presence of his chest muscles had probably inspired sonnets and bad life choices in equal measure.

The house was calm that afternoon. Desmond sat on the couch, watching the television as he stretched his tall frame across the cushions. He was wearing only a pair of shorts, and the light from the window fell across his bare chest and the rippled lines of muscle that marked his stomach. His blue eyes stayed glued on the screen, watching a football match by his favorite club.

I stared at him more intensely to get a better view. Desmond’s eyes gleamed with something fishy as he approached us. “What do you want?” Derrick asked, directly his sharp tone at Desmond Desmond smirked, his look roaming on me with an unspoken mischief. “Oh, I was just passing by and this beauty caught my attention. Brother, so tell me, is she one of your sneaky links?” His words made me boil in anger. How dare he refer to me as a sneaky link? I bit back my words, struggling to keep my anger in check.

Desmond, naturally, he became the heir to the Desmond family. But six years ago, when Alex Desmond was only 22 years old, he had just got a master's degree from Haward University and personally discovered a "YSB corporation" specializing in real estate exploitation in recent years helping Desmond Group earn a considerable profit, pushing Desmond Group to a new height, Alex Desmond's merit is indeed not small.

he scoffed, hands raised above her head and looking at her like she should be able to read his mind. Desmond Castillo walked out of his back office and stepped up to her side before she could press for more information. Or before the pissed-off man could deliver on the murderous glare he nailed her with. “We got a problem, Mr. Tarzan?” Desmond asked with brittle patience. He caught his underlying threat laced with a dangerous undercurrent. As a former cop who’d spent the better part of his career busting up drug rings from the inside, a pissed-off mountain man in his bar was an easy day.

He said slowly while trying to approach her intimately. "Are you acting like one of those Male leads in a romance novel trying to get into their female leads' minds? Because that isn't working." Clara pushed him back and Desmond's smirk was wiped completely by the unexpected reply from her. Since he laid his eyes on Clara, she had somehow gotten his attention. Desmond was the last child of the Mayor and Mayoress of City A. He was well known for being a sports player as he could be seen in nearly all events held in the stadium. He was into car racing initially and could also try out swimming when bored.

Liam's hand on my girl's skin was aching to be cut off. They both glanced in my direction, stunned, and upset. Amy Leah squinted her almond eyes at me, anger flashing in her reddish cheeks. Just how much alcohol did this asshole give her? And she didn't even reach 18, not even allowed to drink yet. Where had they been? "Who are you?" Amy Leah roared back, annoyed. She shoved my hand when I grabbed her from Liam. "Amy Leah, it's Desmond. Your gardener!" this sh!t whispered making her scoff. A needle poked my heart at her disdainful reaction. She had never looked at me this way before.

She interrupted watching her mum exhale briefly before placing a script on the table. "You were given the lead female in this upcoming drama series along side Desmond Ukeme as the male lead." April arched her brows, "Desmond? " "Yes. Wait you don't know him? He's the guy who starred as the lead actor in Eye of the Phoenix also an A-lister in the movie industry." April rolled her eyes, yeah yeah. The baby tyga guy huh? Who doesn't know him? The handsome dude who's best friends with Irene Coker one of the most popular models in the fashion industry

“But you also don’t hide emotion well. You’re angry.” “I’m thinking,” I said coldly. “About what?” “Whether you’re a psychopath or just really bored.” Desmond let out a soft laugh. “I like your spirit.” I held his gaze, unflinching. “Why are you really here?” He tilted his head, studying me like I was some rare painting in a gallery. “To satisfy my curiosity. I’ve seen your photos, your interviews, your stage presence. But none of them do justice to how you look in person. You’re—” his eyes moved slowly over my face, “—a fascinating contradiction. Beautiful and masculine. Fragile and untouchable. I had to see it for myself.”