Damon woke up groggy the next day. The mix of events the previous day coupled with the fact that he'd been awake most of the night studying the reports Elizabeth had provided him concerning the construction companies, had made him unable to sleep properly.It'd been a matter of great disturbance to him that their headquarters could have been hacked into like that. Of course it was a construction company so there wasn't much to steal online.Except financial records.Which is what nagged him. He'd gone through all of the records for the past ten years and everything seemed to check out. Even the occurrence had been taken care of in a matter of hours.He sighed as he began to get ready for the day. His meeting wasn't until ten and it was just nearly eight. He decided that he would go down to the hotel cafeteria to eat. It would afford him the opportunity to stretch his legs, feed his eyes and most importantly, see Sonia again.He really hoped she would be in the cafeteria. She'd disapp

“Who does he think he is!” Joyce yelled as she drove out of the airport. “Call the cops on me? I’m the fucking cops! You might be the prince of fucking England Damon, but I am Joyce Ramsey! Not a weakling!” She yelled, flooring the throttle.“Get off the road if you can't drive properly lady!” A voice yelled from the car driving beside her“Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what to do?” Joyce replied furiously, pushing on her car horn to annoy the person.“Oh fuck off!” The voice responded before driving off.While she drove her encounter with Damon replayed in her head. It made her blood boil as she recalled the incident.What had she been thinking? How could she have made herself stoop so low to the point that Damon could talk to her in that manner?“He called me a whore! Me! A whore!” She shouted.She was done trying to make peace with someone who had already made up his mind that he wanted war.“He’d better be prepared for what is coming his way.” she fumed, swerving

The respectful attitude of the waiters and the fact that the women in the bar kept stealing glances at him was the only thing that kept Jack cool because he had been waiting for Joyce to arrive for over an hour and she hadn't. “Why do you always run late to every meeting we set up?” Jack asked immediately Joyce arrived.“I'm sorry, traffic!” Joyce apologised as she took a seat and settled in.Joyce appreciated the fact that Jack had gotten them a secluded area in the VIP lounge, so they didn't have to worry about someone listening in on them.“A margarita please.” Joyce ordered the waiter. “I definitely needed that!” Joyce sighed deeply after downing the contents of the glass the waiter presented moments later. “Two more please.” She waved the man off.“Easy with the alcohol.” Jack advised.Joyce glared at Jack with irritation.“What do we have on the son of a bitch?” Joyce demanded, ignoring his statement.Jack remained silent for sometime before finally speaking.“Nothing at all…”

“Sonia?” Damon was pleasantly surprised. “What are you doing here?”The woman chuckled.“Is that how you're going to welcome me? A word of surprise in a lobby?”Damon’s senses returned and he blinked embarrasedly gesturing Sonia forward.“I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting you.” He shook his head with an abashed smile on his face as she fell in step beside him. “Not even in my wildest dreams.”“Well. It's quite uncommon for a man to leave me hanging like you did so I decided to find out what the emergency was.” Sonia shrugged a delicate shoulder, her refreshing sly smile in place.Damon's brow rose.“Really. You seem to have this near arrogant opinion of yourself when it comes to men, Ms. Richmond.” He said jokingly, holding the door into his receiving room open for her.“Well I have reason to. I'm beautiful, successful, rich,” she gave him a coy smile, “... bossy – Some may even say dominant.”Damon's brows rose at that. This woman is bold! He thought.“And I give men a run for their

Elizabeth waited beside Damon's car, feeling a little guilty about how sternly she spoke to him over the phone. She was jolted out of those thoughts and back to reality when she heard Damon's voice as he approached her.“Your Highness, I'm so sorry for interrupting your meeting with Miss Richmond, I didn't intend to, I just had to.“ Elizabeth apologized, frantically trying to calm Damon down.“Elizabeth! You sent guards to throw me out of the hospital?!“ Damon asked, neglecting her plea.“No sir. I didn't give them such orders, I only told them that it was of utmost urgency that you came downstairs immediately.“ She explained, intimidated by the boiling anger written on Damon's face.“What did you guys do to the prince?!“ She inquired from the guards.“Prince Damon wasn't willing to leave ma'am, so we had to forcefully bring him downstairs.“ One of the bodyguards responded.“We're sorry Your Highness. We didn't mean to disrespect you or manhandle you in any way.“ The guards apologized