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Man, I was glad, I hated that girl, the way she looked at Damien, made me jealous, because I knew Damien was straight and she had a better chance than me. Though, I have to remind myself that Damien would never be with her. I slid into the couch and I heard a grunt beside me. I turned to see David sitting on a high stool in front of the bar, he held a scotch in his hand. I looked away, quickly. “Hi.” I didn’t want another nervous moment, especially not with David, he was something else. “Want a drink, weirdo?” He asked. Weirdo? How the heck does being gay make me weird?

However, Maria remembers when she saw Damian kissing a stripper that he brought into his house. "No, way. Damian is into women and not a gay. Maybe he hasn't found out yet that we have captured Alicia," Maria said, as she got out of her car and strode ahead to the mansion. It was mid-day, luckily her father was around and in the living room as she entered. "Dad! Good afternoon!" Maria greeted her father as she saw him seated on the couch. She rushed to give him a hug and sat beside him on the couch. "Maria, what brings you here? I thought you went to stay with your mother?" Mr. Troy asked, as he shifted his gaze away from the document that he was reading.

“I can agree to those terms. You’re making this easier than I expected.” “Good.” She folded her arms. “Now, I have a question.” “Only one?” His smirk returned, teasing. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Why are you so willing to go along with this? You agreed too quickly.” Damien leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his expression shifting to something more serious. “I’ve thought about this before,” he admitted. “The rumors about me… they’ve been affecting my business. Most of my partners think I’m gay because I’m still single in my forties. It’s a lie spread by my competitors, and it’s starting to take a toll. A wife—even if temporary—would silence those whispers and clea

“There’s something I should confess, Damian.” “What is it?” “I’m not looking for a woman.” His voice was steady now. “I’m gay.” The words caught me off guard. “You… what?” He chuckled at my stunned expression. “You heard me. If that’s a problem, I’ll move to another pack. I won’t bring shame on you or the others.”

he teased, and she heard it even though it was muttered under his breath. “That is not the point!” Rhea snapped. “Any woman would say no if you proposed like this, especially here in the hospital where my mother is confined. And you ask for a favor while disrespecting me. Why would I marry a gay man? I want a real man, someone like Timothée Chalamet, Orlando Bloom, or Lee Min Ho. Women and gay men want the same thing—men. There is no contest there.”

"I didn’t know what came over me! Playing along with it like that is so embarrassing." My gaze dropped involuntarily. There was a very noticeable bulge straining against the front of his pants. He noticed instantly and hurriedly covered himself. "Why are you staring down there, young master?" I blinked, genuinely thrown. "I’m just confused, Damon. You seemed like you enjoyed that a little too much. Why the hell are you hard from this? Are you gay?" "No! Hell no!" he protested loudly, voice pitching higher. "I love women and boobs!" Well, that was convincing enough for me. I shrugged and went into my room to prepare for the date.

Damien retorts causing Silver to roll her eyes and walk away. Damien Allen was a hothead who spent most of his life acting out to suppress feelings he couldn't help, like noticing when boys were cute, or not minding the gay ones staring. Damien knew he couldn't be gay though, not with the family and friends he had, but still, he wanted to be better. Taking this year to focus more on school and less on fighting Damien's been trying, but the strange feelings still lingered and now he can't help but notice Baz, the VP's son who has a little bit of a wild side.

he says to Brendon, before leading me back into the main foyer. “Are you okay?” he asks, cupping my face in his hands. “I’m fine” Because I am, but I don’t elaborate. “He’s gay” he says. “You have nothing to worry about” I let out a small laugh. He’s obviously misread my uneasiness. “He can try all he wants” I reply, sliding my arms around Damian’s waist. “I only have eyes for one man” “Really. And who would that be?”

Her head rested on his chest, and for a moment, she looked so fragile, so innocent, it stirred something deep inside him. As he turned to leave, Damian’s piercing gaze swept across the room, lingering on each face. His contempt was palpable. They were nothing but monsters. He had no intention of leaving her to the mercy of their cruel words or careless hands. Denzel’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “What’s his game now?” he muttered, shaking his head. “He might be in love,” David sneered, his voice full of scorn. “Love?” Dominique scoffed, venom lacing his words. “More like he’s trying to fuck her, we all know Damian is a womanizer That’s all this is.”

I said, pushing the image of both of them in bed away from my head. Cleo chuckled. "Well, you were right about one thing. He did worship me, if you know what I mean," She muttered, winking. Now that made me cringe and look away. My mind was starting to get the best of me. I also couldn't help but wonder what kind of person Damiano was. If he stuck to one girl or kept sex... buddies too. As if he had read my mind, Damiano leaned forward slightly, that infuriating smirk deepening. “If it makes you feel better, piccola, I don’t mind either arrangement—a sex buddy or a serious relationship. I’m quite open-minded.”