Author: What do you think about this chapter? How did you think Jane ended up at Damon's house? Initially, I was going to make it Richard France but then I wanted it to be a plot twist so do forgive me if I got you confused.
Damon Anderson’s POV(Night before present day) I pull the cigarette out of my mouth and drop it on the ground planting my feet to extinguish it. I said I wouldn’t smoke but here I’m. Today I went to their grave. I couldn’t stop myself I missed them so badly. Rosie, if I’d listened then you would still be with me today. It’s all my fault. Not a day goes by that I don’t blame myself. I wish I could turn back time but I know it’s impossible. When will this guilt that I feel inside disappear? When will the loneliness go away? I’m surrounded by darkness. The darkness that’s killing me slowly inside. I don’t even know whether it’s worth living in this world. I need to get rid of this pain in my chest right now. I need to get lost in pleasure tonight. I enter my car and drive to the one place where I’m sure to get a hookup tonight. Tony’s place is located at one of the shittiest alleys I’ve ever come to. It looks like a small boring club on the outside but on the inside, it’s pretty dope
Jane Duncan's POV (present day) “Ha, you scared the hell out of me. When did you come down?” He places his hand on his heart and quickly takes a white t-shirt lying on one of the kitchen stools. I dumbfounded. Why’s he being nice? “I…I…” I try to speak but the words are unable to leave my mouth. I clear my throat and avoid looking him in the eye. “I just came down.” I end up replying two minutes after he asked the question. OH GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? Why do I always embarrass myself when I’m around him? “Come, sit down. I prepared breakfast although you have to be quick because we have work today.” “Oh my god, I totally forgot! No, I think I should leave right now. Thanks, sir.” I’m about to go and grab my things but he immediately stops me. “Wait, eat before you leave.” I can’t say no so I sit on one of the stools as He places a plate filled with pancakes and a glass of milk in front of me. SERIOUSLY WHAT’S GOING ON, WHY IS THIS MAN BEING NICE TO ME? What even ha
It's almost nine when we finally arrive at the company in his Bugatti Divo. I swear the guy's insanely rich. He gave me clothes after I'd finished bathing I couldn't stop gaping in his house. He parks in front of the building and hands the key to one of the security men there. I make my way inside with him in front of me and notice people in the lobby already staring at us. No scratch that. They're definitely staring at me. And the person who stands out the most is the tight skirt woman from the other day. She's wearing the same style of clothing just that it's in a different colour this time. We walk past her and she smiles at Mr Anderson while shooting daggers at me. We enter the elevator just in time before it closes. It's already packed with people who greet him as he enters while making room for Him. Perks of being a Superior I guess. I end up in front of him as another man pushes me from behind making me slam into him. He uses his hands to steady me. We stay in that position
It’s another boring day in the main printing room. I’ve worked here for almost three months now. To say I am thrilled with what I’m currently doing would be a big lie. I’ve always dreamt a writer. Well, not any ordinary writer per se but one that would touch the hearts of many people. I’m working in the number one publishing company in the whole country but yet it feels like I’m not getting anywhere with my dream. I don’t know if I’m even making sense. And to top it all, Mr France has been making my life a living hell. I’m the only employee who works overtime in the company. I spend the majority of my time in the printing room. I think it happened after the club incident. Arwen called me to her office and told me I’d been moved to the printing room because they had a shortage of workers there. I didn’t mind it back then but after three months I’m beginning to hate it here. I don’t get assigned articles anymore. I spend the whole day in a cramped room with the clicking sound of the pri
I was extremely scared of heights. My hands shook beside me as I sat down in my designated seat. We were taking a first-class flight to Singapore. I had never sat in an aeroplane before and my nerves overtook me. Mr Anderson was next to me. He was in a blue shirt and it was the first time I had seen him without a coat. It looked perfect on him how the sleeves were tight enough to show his muscled arms. I lightly slapped my cheeks banishing the dirty thoughts that were filling my head. He turned to look at me astonished and I quickly placed my hands down. This was going to be a very long flight. The flight attendant announced that we were about to take off and I closed my eyes and squeezed the arm of the seat as hard as I could. The aeroplane ran across the runway and finally took off. I had a strong to vomit what I had eaten in the morning. I was about to scream for my dear life when warm hands suddenly covered mine. My eyes widened in shock. Not because of the hand covering mine but
I was the first to wake up the following day. The sun was already up. I checked my phone for the time and it was thirty minutes past six. Thirty minutes passed six? The meeting was at seven! I tried to get up from the bed but my foot got tangled with the sheets making me fall on the floor with a 'thud'. I groaned in pain and cursed before raising myself from the floor. Damon woke up from the noise and immediately checked the watch on his wrist. Did he sleep with it? "It's thirty minutes passed six," he shouted. like I didn't already know that. "We're late. Damn it! I forgot to set the alarm." he continued to say. I picked up the dress I had placed on my suitcase to wear today and ran to the bathroom. Bathing would waste the little time we had so I just changed into the dress. It was a plain white shirt and a black skirt that almost reached my knee. when I exited the bathroom, Damon had already changed into his clothes. he was wearing a suit as usual. his hair had been roughly com
I didn't want to be here but there was no way I could get out of this one. Damon had insisted on buying me new clothes. I'd refused but he told me that he wouldn't take no for an answer. The man was so stubborn and proud! It annoyed the hell out of me. I didn't want to feel indebted to him but he couldn't take No for an answer.Mr Jones had driven us to a shop named 'Closet'. The place looked really classy and expensive and I wished I'd changed from the casual clothes I was wearing.The shop attendants had given me a disapproving look when I first entered which immediately changed to a pleased look when their eyes landed on Damon who was behind me. All the attention he was getting made me annoyed. Haven't they seen a handsome man before?I stood in the dressing room contemplating whether to go out in the dress I had tried on or not. It was a dark blue off-shoulder dress that reached my mid-thigh. It fitted my body perfectly. My body was lean but my breasts were busty and my hips were
Damon pushed me to the wall, his hands trapping me. He stepped closer, the smirk never leaving his face as his eyes roamed my body. they paused at my breasts which were in full display due to the see true shirt I was wearing and moved up to settle on my lips. My tongue unconsciously moistured my lips. I yearned for his lips to touch mine so my mouth said what my heart wanted. "Kiss me, Damon. I want to taste you, to feel your tongue intertwine mine." His smirk disappeared at my words and he placed his hands on my waist before pushing me towards him so that our bodies were touching. Pleasure coursed through my body at his proximity. He hadn't even touched me and I was already wet. I truly was a pervert. He brought his face closer, his nose touching mine. His lips finally grazed my lips and butterflies erupted in my belly. This was it. The kiss I'd been waiting so long for. I closed my eyes in anticipation and just as his mouth pried my lips open, I WOKE UP TO FIND MY PANTIES SOAKED