Novel & Cerita That Smile That Damn Smile

Damian's assistant announced his expression serious. Damian who had been leaning against the door frame straighten up a smirk creeping into his lips "fucking fools" he muttered the disdain in his voice palpable.

It was dangerous, calculated. A smile only Collins could recognize. Collins, who had seen that exact smile once years ago when Damien broke someone in more ways than one. “I think it’s time to deal with this son of a bitch,” Damien murmured darkly.

“You can't fuck me, Damien.” “We will see to that, too.” I say with a smile.

Her smile was radiant, a sunbeam that threatened to scorch me, leaving me withered and broken. “I can’t believe you tripped on your own two feet!” she cried, her laughter bubbling up like a spring, sparkling, infectious. "that is very hilarious." Antonio chipped in and Damian had a smile that graced his lips. I looked away, the image of their unbridled happiness a nauseating assault on my senses. I couldn’t bear to watch them anymore, to feel the pang of annoyance that tightened its grip around my heart with each shared smile, each affectionate glance.

What the hell? “Sure, Felice, lead the way,” he said. I saw him smirking from my peripheral view. Damn it! Damn that smile, that face and most of all damn him for being so handsome and me for having feelings for him who’s my goddamn professor!

Lockhart's face was a mask of pure horror and agony before he took his last shuddering breath. I admit they’re good but not as good as me. I peeked at the small gap of the closed window beside me and a triumphant smile blooms through my face. They’d just walk on a trap. Now, for the fun part of the evening. •••

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

Flashes from their camera phones came nonstop. “Smile, Sam,” Damian whispered, his lips pressed on her head. “Show your friends that you’re happy. Afterall, isn’t this what you wanted? Big smile, darling.” “Stop mocking me,” she hissed. Damian only chuckled, his fingers caressing her back seductively.

“Only if you promise to grade me with your cock in my throat.” Damien’s eyes flashed. “Brat.” “Your favorite brat.” He smiled, looking entirely too fond. “Damn right.”

I woke up after a long nap. That must've been the best sleep I've ever had. I stretched and smiled as I smelt the familiar smell of pancakes and bacon in the air. I got out of bed, and put on one of Damian's shirts, then made my way into the kitchen, to see Damian wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants as he gracefully flipped pancakes in the pan. He spun around to see me watching him, and gave me his cocky smile. I referred to it as the Damian smile. It was a mix of a wink and a side smile. A look he pulled off all too well.