Matt Damon Novels & Stories

he said, looking at Damon. "Hey little man," Damon said, bending down and ruffling his hair but his brother growled. "Mommy is mad at you," he said, smirking at Damon. "I know I will talk to her later; I want you to meet my mate," Damon says, standing up straight. The little boy looks at me and smiles, "I know she is your mate; that is why mommy is mad at you," and walks to me. "Hey, I'm this idiot's younger and gorgeous brother, Tommaso Mattea," he says, holding his hand.

I watched Matt, who’s real name was Bartholomew, carefully as he spoke with Damien. His eyes kept flitting over to me and I hoped that Damien would introduce me so I could get a read on his mind. I was dying to see what he was thinking. The way he was eyeballing me, told me he knew more than he ever told Damien. I couldn’t believe that Damien put so much faith into this guy, Jesus. “Matt, this is Snow.” Damien said, pulling me from my thoughts. I smiled at him and shook his hand. His thoughts hit me like a freight train.

Rick leaned back in his chair, his expression calm. "Not after she gets married to me." Dante snapped. "The man you saw, what was he like?" "Tall guy, probably in his thirties. British, and looks strangely familiar. I know I've seen him somewhere in the media." "Damien," Nathan said suddenly, his eyes widening. "That sounds like Damien Rothwell." "Rothwell?" Dante's voice was barely above a whisper. "The actor." "One and only." Gabriel confirmed. "I have to find her," Dante said suddenly, standing and moving toward the bar's exit. "I have to talk to her."

He kept quiet for a second then cleared his throat. Matt was my made-up name which I used a lot whenever I was away from work. At first, it started as a simple game between Collins and me, but with time the name became a part of me, and what was more ironic was the fact that my first name was Damon. Yep, I was literally Matt Damon. "Fine Damon, I came to ask you about the changed schedule for next week." He said while standing up. I coldly shifted and trailed my eyes on his long legs.

Astonishing. "What's his name, this charming young man?" Mama teases, playfully pinching me. "Damon," "Damon? Sexy name," "Well . . . you can only imagine," "Mmhm, I really like where this is going. Did you sleep with him yet?" "Mama!"

Someone who had promised to help him destroy the syndicate. Damon stared at the screen in disbelief. The name glowing there felt almost unreal. Matteo Laurent. Across the city, inside a private office overlooking the skyline, Matteo Laurent poured himself a glass of whiskey. A man stepped into the room. “It’s done,” the man said. Matteo smiled faintly. “Luca Raines?” “Arrested.” “And Damon?” “He saw the video.” Matteo swirled the amber liquid slowly. “Excellent.” The man hesitated.

His detective eyes scanned me up and down. "I'm Damian, a friend to your mum," I said with a smile. "I knew you had a boyfriend mum, that was why you came late to pick me up from school today," the young man said directing his attention to his mother. I watched as Erica turned all red from feeling embarrassed in front of her son which made me chuckle a bit. I stayed by the door watching her put him to bed. my head was starting to hurt with the streams of thoughts going through it. Is what I'm thinking even possible? I found myself wondering.

Grandma asks. " They are not even dating yet " Mum says to Grandma. " I doubt if she has even spoken to him " Mum adds. " I trust Cal, she would have. Right ? " Lori asks. " You said you trust me mum " I say and laugh. " I do " Lori says. " I have I have. His name is Liam " I say. " Oh he sounds like british " mum says curtly and I blush and wink. " Oh wait shut up he is British ? " Lori yells almost deafening our ear drums..

My lips parted when he tightened his hand and pulled back, making me look up at him. "You gave me a feel of that sweet pussy so I won't kill your brother." Dominic murmured, but his eyes were softer as he scrutinised every feature on my face. My breath hitched at the close proximity - despite literally being in the face of danger I couldn't deny how deadly handsome he was. "Wait. You think I elaborated some sick plan to fuck you so you won't hurt Micah?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him. He moved his hand to my chin, holding it in the tip of his fingers and tilting it upwards.

I said, not taking my eyes off the screen. The movie was over, it was so good! "Did you see the guy that played Eddie Brock, oh my gosh Tom Hardy, you are one fine piece of specimen," I said with a smile from ear to ear! "What! He's not better looking than me," Damien said with an arrogant smirk. I turned to look up at him. He had one of his legs around me, and his arms around my waist, while I'm sitting with my back towards his chest. How did we even get into this position, I had no idea. I awkwardly cleared my throat, and tried to get up, but Damien wasn't letting go. He rested his head on my shoulder, "Can we stay like this forever," he asked while taking a whiff of my scent. I sat still