Novel & Cerita Hooky Damien

“Oh, I am going to enjoy annoying you.” Damien didn’t react, not even a blink. By the third day, Ryan had learned three things. Damien woke up before sunrise, he drank black coffee and the important thing… he had absolutely no sense of humor. “So…” Ryan said, walking backward through the hallway. “You ever smile?” “No.” “Ever dated?” “Not your business.” “So that’s a yes.” “No.” “You hesitated.” “I didn’t.” “You definitely did.” The bulky man sighed. It was the closest thing to a victory Ryan had managed all week.

His thick, rockstar cock slammed into me from behind with deep, relentless strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with the low rumble of the bus engine on the highway. “She’s asleep in the front bunk,” he growled, one hand covering my mouth while the other gripped my hip, pulling me back onto him. “And I’ve been dying to fuck my opening act’s little sister since the first night of the tour.” I moaned against his palm as he drove even deeper, stretching me wide. Damien was twenty-eight, the lead singer of the biggest rock band in the world, with tattoos covering his arms and a body built for sin. He was dating a famous actress, and I was the twenty-one-year-old backup singer for the ope

Jake stuttered. Mother and I looked immediately at the door. The figure was tall, handsome and bulky; seeing who it was, I immediately jumped to hug him, who was Damien. "Damien!" I yelled, expressing my joy. But perhaps I had completely forgotten my mother who's currently witnessing the scene. As I was about to get away, Damien hugged me even tighter and took control of the situation.

Tamika left to have a drink and when she got up to leave from there, “Honey,” Hector stopped her. “Huh?” “Where are you going? Sit with me,” he said and before she could avoid saying something, he caught her hand and made her sit with him. “Honey, this is Damien,” he introduced him like she doesn’t know. “Hi, I am Ashley,” she smiled. “Nice to meet you,” Damien smiled back and he didn’t talk anything after that in front of Hector. “You both wait here, I will get some drinks,” Hector voluntarily left the place so that they could be alone. Damien’s face is so normal; it’s not like how Ashley expected or anyone else. There’s not a slight nervousness or repulsion on his face.

He gave me a sad smile as he tucked a stray hair on my ear. “Well, I am already upset. What is there to lose?” I crossed my arms as if saying ‘I’m waiting.’ “Okay.” He said in defeat. “It’s about this morning's news.” He glanced briefly at my blank face before continuing. “It says that three men were ground to the bones inside the meat shop in Hill Street. And…and one of those three men was my friend, Caleb.” He finished panting, like the thought of his friend being dead is consuming the life out of him. My eyes widened in mocked shock and disbelief. What got my attention was the fact that he knows Caleb Salazar. But the question was, to what extent?

My asshole still burned from the brutal pounding he’d given it, my throat raw from choking on his cock, and my cunt throbbed with the constant reminder that he had used me like a worthless set of fuckholes all night. Damien loomed over me, his powerful 6'4" frame glistening with sweat, silver-streaked hair messy, dark bourbon eyes blazing with unquenched obsession. His heavy cock—still semi-hard and slick with our filth—rested against my swollen pussy lips as he read Sophia’s latest text aloud in a mocking tone.

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

Just a handful of people in jeans and faded black T-shirts, taping down cords, testing light against the morning sun. Damien joined her a minute later, pressing a kiss to her hair as he slipped an arm around her shoulders. He’d pulled on loose pants and a sweater, nothing to mark him as the mogul who once terrified entire studio boards into submission. “Good turnout,” he murmured. “It feels… small,” she said. “That’s the point.”

"It's just that I feel like I don't know anything about you. I'm your friend, right? I don't even know what you did abroad. What your job is. You never talk to me about yourself." "Are you interested in me?" Damian asked. I knew he was just teasing me. And my sharp gaze made him understand. He chuckled and apologized. "Where to start? Um... Let's start our introduction from the beginning. My name is Damian Blackwood, I'm 29 years old. My job includes lyricist, composer, music producer. People know me more as Whitehollow than as Damian. You can type that name into a search engine and you'll find out more. Then... I came home for a vacation, but my grandfather gave me a task of making a demo s

Damien instructed. Joel’s face fell. “You’re leaving, Mr Hero Man?” “Yes, I need to go to work, but I’m wishing you the best birthday today,” Damien said gently. “But will you come for dinner, please?” Damien stared at him for a moment before bending down to his height and ruffling his hair. “Happy birthday once again, champ. I’ll see you,” he said, then waved and nodded at Amanda before leaving with Hugo. The drive back to Blue Flame was quick. Damien stepped out of his car and headed to his office, where two men in a dark sharp suits with black shades were waiting. The vibe alone from these men was enough to tighten the atmosphere.