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Adan spoke first and glanced back at the entrance door to check if she was back. “Fuck Adan, first of all tell me what is the name of the maid you are so smitten and jerking off your dick.” “Dude, what got you?” Adan frowned in confusion. “Adan for fuck say tell me her name.” Damien voice came harsher as if he was running a marathon. “Micaela…” “Fuck… fuck…fuck…” Damien didn’t let him finish his sentence as he spouted curses like her name was terribly bad.

He scoffed, walking faster to hide his embarrassment. "I’m sorry, sir! I didn't mean to offend!" she apologized, scurrying after him. They finally reached a secluded table overlooking a zen garden where Damien sat. He was mid-FaceTime with a business partner, speaking fluent, sharp Japanese. Aiden sat opposite him, trying to look bored while secretly being impressed by the way Damien commanded the conversation. "So, let’s end it here, Mr. Yakamora," Damien said, bowing slightly to the screen before ending the call.

Damian asked, his voice cold as he looked at Samantha's face again. "I came to see if—you and I can get along and if you can release my father," she replied nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. Samantha hadn't been brave enough to chase after a man before. Most men chase after her. Now, she was the one chasing after Damian Tucker, a ruthless mafia boss.