I looked at each of them. They would surely be able to attract customers.   “Do you guys want to be my models with Damian? I’ll give them free to you if you model for me,” I asked them my question and smiled broadly at them.   They all looked at each other when suddenly Max asked, “They are matching ones, right? So you have dresses that matched with the shirt?”   “Yes. We’ll get female models to pose with you guys,” I told them.   They all shared a look with each other and grinned.   “We’ll model for you.. only if you model with us,” Marco finally said to me.   “Me?” I was shocked that they thought about it.   “Why not? We saw your pictures in Damian’s wallet. The ones taken by Nat. You looked great in them,” Max told me.   I gaped at them. “Are you guys being serious?”   “It’ll be fun.” This time

“Baby girl, it’s time to wake up.” Damian’s voice woke me up from my sleep.   “What time is it?” I asked him as I pulled his body closer.   “2 am.” He nuzzled my neck.   I groaned. It was still too early to wake up. “I’m still sleepy.”   “Do you want to cancel the photoshoot, Baby girl?” He chuckled.   Oh yeah, the photoshoot. I sighed and reluctantly opened my eyes. We had to get ready for the photoshoot. Lucky Damian had helped me to prepare everything the night before, so we could get some sleep.   “I’m making us breakfast, Baby girl. You can get ready in the meantime.” He stood up and went out of the bedroom.   I followed him just to kiss him. He had woken up earlier than me so I could sleep longer. I love this man.   “Damian, why are you so nice to me?” I circled my arms around his waist and planted a kiss on his

Two weeks after the photoshoot, Lizzy texted me that it was all ready, and she would show them to us. The photoshoot was fun through and through. I had the same script while I was acting with all of Damian’s friends, mostly it was playful, not as romantic as my script with Damian. We all waited excitedly as George, Luke, and Damian set it up on the tv in the villa’s living room. Once they had finished setting everything up and sat down, Luke pressed the remote, and lo and behold, a picture of me popped up on the tv. I wasn’t really embarrassed while the pictures of me in various poses were shown on the tv. It was nothing compared to the modelling session with Nat, so I was comfortable. “Kat, you really are photogenic.” Lizzy said to me. I blushed but managed to thank her. After my pictures were all shown, the screen changed to pi

The past two weeks were blissful. Nothing bad happened, we had fun, just the two of us and also with his friends. I had become closer with his friends; I didn’t blush much when they teased me. They became more open to me now, telling me embarrassing stories about each other which I then used to tease them back. Damian was even more loving now. He showered me with affection, attention, and gifts. I was at first reluctant to receive his gifts, but I remembered how his ex-girlfriend had rejected his gifts, not because of the same reason I had, but because she didn’t like them and how she preferred to buy anything she liked and billed them to Damian. I knew how he must feel when she rejected his gifts. So thinking of all that, I let him buy me things. I loved all his gifts. He knew what I loved. He even gave me a single red rose every day. He listened to what I loved, even small things like plushies, my favorite color, and everything

Flashes of images from one of the most horrendous chapters of my life came to my mind, of him beating me up, him pinning me down to the bed while he let his friends have their ways with me. His evil laugh, the way he snarled at me when I didn’t want to do what he asked me to do.   Oh God, oh God, oh God. I couldn’t breathe. I needed Damian. I needed him to hold me. I reached around to get my phone, but I remembered that he was in a meeting and I shouldn’t disturb him. My stomach rumbled, and I rushed to the toilet as fast as I could before emptying my stomach into the toilet bowl.   What did he want? What did he want now? He had destroyed my life. Because of him, I became traumatic, I suffered from panic disorder, a year of agoraphobia where I couldn’t even take a step outside of my own house, and I even had Bipolar disorder because he drugged me. My life had never been the same after that. What did he want after more than 10 years of no con