Jon X Damian Novels & Stories

Damian, are you even listening to me?’ Damian turned his gaze from the window of his Athens office to his lawyer, Nico. ‘Pardon?’ ‘Have you heard a word I’ve been saying? I’ve been telling you that Baxter has agreed to all our terms. We’ve been working on this deal for over a year. We should celebrate.’ Damian didn’t feel like celebrating. He listened to his friend offer profuse congratulations, his mind preoccupied with Sophia. What the hell had possessed him to sleep with someone as inexperienced as her?

"And that lazy daughter of mine is still sleeping." She shook her head as she stepped aside, letting me in. "Come inside. Let me go wake her up." I hesitated for a second before stepping in. That’s when I saw him—Cynthia’s father. He was much younger than I had imagined. Not too tall, not too short. Not bad-looking either. He was already dressed for work, standing near the dining table as he finished his breakfast. He turned to me with a small smirk. "So, you’re the famous Damian?" he said, eyeing me. "Well, it’s a pleasure to inform you that you’re notoriously and infamously known in this house for your… handsome traits."

CHAPTER 112 Damien’s POV I did not expect to see Jonas standing in my living room. For a moment, I just stared at him, unable to understand why he had walked straight into a life I had tried so hard to detach from my father’s shadow. Jonas had served as my father’s head of security for years. He was a loyal and kind man who rose to that position quietly. He knew who and what to control. The kind of man who blended into every corner without ever disappearing completely.

"Yes, you took the lives of six people at once very easily. I wasn't like that myself. I'm not someone who would easily take someone's life. We work in different ways. For that reason, you must know your opponent's criteria before you attempt to attack." Damian then stepped on Jovan's hand that was supporting his body in pain, pressing it firmly with the shoe he was wearing. And the sound of Jovan's roar was something he enjoyed quite a bit. After dealing with Jovan, Damian met Harvest who was in a bad shape too. His body was covered with whip marks. Damian faced him flatly. He looked more tired than usual. He looked at Harvest whose hands were bound helplessly. "Aren't you satisfied yet? I

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

“Your food is expensive, and also, you hide salt like it’s contraband.” They laughed. Jonah had sent a quick text: All proxies collapsed. Two arrests. Court date set. Beatrice had a list of restitution items. Victoria had already drafted a short public statement to close out the matter. Things were moving through the wheels of the world. Damian reached across the table and touched her hand with both of his. He had stopped wearing the armor he once favored; his sleeves were rolled up, and his neck was open. “If you let me in,” he said softly, “I will never take you for granted again.”

“Oh, I am sorry. But I am serious this time. Why don’t you decide when we will have a lunch? I am sure I will have time for it this time.” “Really?” “Yes, I swear.” Damian looked glad as if his plot had worked. He immediately said, “How about this noon?” **** “Mr. Collins, I have gotten some reliable news. Just as you thought, Damian’s now working with many companies in Rose City. He is looking for a business partner to help him develop an artificial intelligence product.” “Oh, which company he is working with?” “I have compiled a list.” Henry placed a folder on Zayden’s desk right away.

“If you do that Jax you should forget we ever knew each other. I mean it. Delete my number. Stay away. Because if you turn him in after I stuck my neck out then we are done. Completely.” Damien was smiling now, this small crooked smile like he just won something. He leaned back against a stack of old boxes and crossed his arms. “Yeah Jax. Listen to Alex. We both know you would not want to burn that bridge.” Jax looked at me for a long second like he was trying to figure me out then he sighed heavily. “Fine. For now. But this is a bad idea Alex. You are going to regret it.” *** “Hey Mom, can we talk quick?” I said sitting next to her. My hands were still sweaty and I wiped them on my pants. “

“Why aren't you listening?!” “He's too busy looking at the chest, I mean the charming people entering the hall.” Johnny chuckled and gained a death glare from Damian. “That's working!” Tom clapped his hands. “If only you saw how Damian was looking at you. He was melting!” Avery blushed and stared at the DJ. “He doesn't look bad either,” Damian was wearing a white shirt along with a simple black blazer. His hair was styled with a black and white bandana, making him look classy and hot at the same time.

"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