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The next day, Evelyn awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside. Sun rays illuminated the room through the drawn-back curtains, hitting her face. She scrunched up her nose at the discomfort to her eyes. Recalling where she was, Evelyn jolted up in shock when she realized she had fallen asleep at some point. She glanced down and breathed out in relief when she found herself dressed. ‘At least he had the decency not to touch me without my permission.’ Turning to Damian’s side of the bed, she found it empty and figured he had left earlier. Her face flushed a deep crimson when she remembered what happened last night. Damian had ordered her to strip. She was right. He was dangerous and if she stayed here for long, she would end up losing her most precious thing to him. And she didn’t want that. Even though Damian was handsome and hot, she didn’t love him. Evelyn made up her mind to work harder to earn money and pay him back so that she could leave this dangerous place. She
The hours passed by fleetingly as Evelyn continued learning how to bartend. She frowned, seeing that Damian had been sitting in the hall the whole time. Didn’t he have some crimes to commit or something? She wondered. Anyway, she brushed those thoughts away. Placing her cocktail on a small tray, she happily walked over to Damian’s side, feeling proud of herself. “I’m done! The first wine made by me!” She said excitedly, grabbing a short table nearby and placing it next to Damian. All the while, Jack was observing them silently, sitting on a different couch, a few steps away from Damian. Looking at the wine, Damian resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose. It didn’t look good at all and he was reluctant to drink it, lest he gets poisoned. However, seeing Evelyn’s expectant expression, he grabbed the glass and drank it in one gulp, trying not to gag. It tasted as horrible as it looked. “The wine is difficult to drink.” he suddenly said and just as Evelyn’s smile was about to dr
“I’ll take it that you’re satisfied, sir. Can you pay me the ten thousand dollars now?” Evelyn requested, trying her best to hide her discontentment. She had felt insulted by Damian’s remark after she kissed him but she brushed it aside, not letting it affect her. After all, she only did what she had to do to leave this place earlier. That kiss didn’t mean anything. “You’re not going to go back on your words, are you? Or maybe you’re just a liar.” She taunted when he didn't respond, trying to get back at him for humiliating her and calling her a pet. Of course, she knew she had signed an agreement to be his pet but it didn’t mean he had to rub it in her face each time he gets. ‘I have feelings too. How can he easily call me a pet and claim to be my master like we are in the dynasty era?’ Damian frowned, pulling at his tie to loosen it. After that small intimate moment, he had felt a little hot and the tips of his ears had flushed a crimson color. Looking at Evelyn’s forced smi
Recalling her conversation with Nina, Evelyn rolled her eyes. But heat washed over her face. ‘How can she ask me such a question?’ Poor Evelyn kept giggling like a young teen each time she thought about it. Nina was so naughty. Evelyn sighed, Nina’s suggestion wasn’t probable. She just couldn’t see herself getting along with Damian. He confused her. Sometimes he seemed aggressive. Reminding her constantly how she was his pet and him, her master. And other times he was somewhat soft and dare she say, flirty? Evelyn couldn’t understand him at all. To her, he seemed dangerous. One who held a mask over his face, not allowing people to see the real him. How was she supposed to get along with such an unpredictable person? It was better to stay away. She quickly roused herself from her thoughts. ‘I have to stay strong and find a way to pay back the money. There’s no way I can be a slave pet forever.’ She thought to herself and went back to the hall with determination. Heading
“Hola señorita, I would like an Aperol Spritz please.” Evelyn smiled sheepishly at the man in front of her who had just made an order. “Um… sure.” She darted her eyes in the restroom's direction nervously, wondering what was taking Tom so long. He had excused himself for a bit, telling her he will be back soon but now there was a guest and she had no idea how to make this Aperol or whatever it’s called, she didn’t know anything about it. She looked up at the expectant customer and chuckled awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I’ll just call the bartender for you.” The man raised his brows, raking his eyes over her body. “You’re not one? But you’re dressed in uniform.” “Um, well…” Evelyn stammered. She didn’t know what to say. Just when she was about to accept the order, Tom came out of the restroom and widened his eyes in fear. ‘Shit! I left my post now there’s a man talking flirtatiously to the boss’ woman. I’ll be in deep shit if he sees this.’ He rushed over to the counter and said ha
Evelyn’s heart was almost leaping out of her chest as it thumped louder than ever before. She didn’t know what had gotten into her. But since she was already sitting on Damian’s lap, she thought she might as well go all the way. Whining her waist sensually, she rocked her hips back and forth on him. An adorable pink crept up her cheeks as she gazed deeply into Damian’s eyes. ‘Oh my God! I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ Soon, she noticed Damian's eyes began to turn a shade darker, lust swirling in them just as she felt something poking her right on her core. Her eyes widened when it throbbed against her, making her jump up from his lap immediately, feeling all hot and bothered. “I just wanted to get today’s... Um .. ten thousand dollars since you were not satisfied with the wine.” She explained hastily, her heart pounding vigorously. She was afraid that she had just provoked the devil. Damian squinted his eyes at Evelyn. He had been taken aback when she suddenly rode him f
Damian couldn’t believe he wasn’t able to calm himself down even after several minutes had passed after Evelyn performed the striptease for him. It wasn’t professionally done, but that made it even more exciting. Every day, he fought the urge to destroy her and make her his. But he held himself back. She was too innocent for him. He couldn’t let her get involved in his world. But the way she swayed her hips and rubbed herself on him, he couldn’t stop himself from having a raging hard-on. It took his all not to bend her over the table and claim her right there and then but he knew better and controlled himself. She was only doing that to pay her debts. Thinking about how soft her body felt in his arms, Damian’s rod tightened in his pants. “Fuck.” He cursed, pressing on the intercom. “Yes boss.” “Tell Sasha to come to my office. Now.” He ordered. For now, she would do. He had to vent… the blood rushing down south was driving him crazy. A few minutes later, someone knocked on th
Evelyn visibly relaxed, letting out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. “Only?” She asked Damian, sizing him up suspiciously. She was surprised that he chose to have dinner with her after all the things he could demand. 'Could he be up to something?' She questioned herself. “Yes, a candlelight dinner. A date.” Damian replied quietly, his eyes not leaving her face. Wanting to see all her expressions. His brows furrowed slightly, not understanding why he had made such a request. ‘It was probably the only thing I could ask her for. That’s why.’ He convinced himself in his mind. Evelyn bit her lip and blushed, “Ok. But I don’t have clothes for dinner.” Damian said nothing and after a few seconds, Evelyn turned her attention to the battered man who was getting up from the floor with difficulty. She followed him and helped him up. “Sir, I don’t know what you did but you’ve been given a second chance. Don’t waste it.” She encouraged him as she led him out of the room with a