“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
“Elizabeth, we’re heading over to North Yorkshire immediately!” Damon alerted as he hurried out of the boardroom, the woman hot in his heels. “My grandfather –”“Yes sir, I've just been informed, I'll make the arrangements right away!” She nodded, struggling to keep up.Damon wondered how Elizabeth always knew things.“We should arrive at the palace in less than fifteen minutes.” Elizabeth assured as they alighted from the plane, hoping it would ease the tension Damon was feeling. Elizabeth hoped as did Damon that they weren't going home to bad news.Damon just nodded, hurrying along.His grandfather had looked fine before he left, what could possibly have happened that Brandley had decided to keep him in the dark?“Please be okay. Please be okay.” Damon continued to chant under his breath as their driver floored the throttle on his request.Damon didn't say a word the minute they arrived, just dashed into the palace, his guards on his heels.Elizabeth blinked as she was left standing
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…”
“Hello, is this the booking service for Realms and Suites?” “Yes ma!” The voice responded.“I am Ivy Richmond and I am calling to make a reservation for this evening. I will be staying for two days only!” “Okay ma'am!” Your suite number is 18. You can pick up your key from the receptionist when you arrive.” The receptionist replied before disconnecting the call. To think that she just came back from an impromptu vacation and now she was taking a daycation.“Oh I can wait!” Ivy exclaimed.*********************“Philip Dunston speaking. I'll be arriving in Realms and Suites soon. I need a suite ready before my arrival. I'll be staying for two days.”“Good day sir,” the receptionist greeted. “That won't be a problem.”“Your suite number is 16. You can pick up your key from the receptionist when you arrive.!” “Thank you!” Philip retorted before he disconnected from the call.Damon had forced Philip to take a break because he had been in his words “Working a lot!”. This was the reason
“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
Bella had been parked outside Joyce’s condo for over ten minutes and she kept on contemplating because she had promised Joyce that her friend would be of help but with the looks of things that ship wasn't sailing at all.She finally mustered up courage, got out of her car, headed to the front door and pressed the bell. It only rang twice before it was answered by Joyce. “Bella!” Joyce greeted as she opened the door gesturing for Bella to come in.“Come in!” “It's been a while.” Bella responded as she hugged Joyce.Joyce smiled. “Yes indeed.” She paused, “What was so important that you couldn't tell me on the phone? Did something happen?” Joyce asked.Bella took in a deep breath before responding.“No, nothing really but we are at a crossroad. You remember a friend of mine that I said would be willing to help?” “Yes, I do.” Joyce replied.“Well she said she wouldn't be able to help us for now.”“Oh, really. If I may ask, what was her reason?”“She recently just got back into town
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
Damon had just arrived at his hotel room after the long meeting with the executives that night. He still worried about Sonia's health, he was exhausted from the whole stress he had encountered that day. He flung his suit jacket on the table, took off his shoes and socks, took off his shirt and immediately hit the shower. He had just come out of the bathroom when his phone rang. He walked over to his bed where he had kept his phone and checked the caller ID. It was an unknown number. This was strange, because he had changed his direct line, and it was kept discrete, and he had only disclosed it to his grandfather, Elizabeth, Phillip and Brandley, nobody else. He hesitated for a while, then picked on the fifth ring.“Hello?! Who's this?“ Damon asked sternly.“Hello again, Damon!“ The caller replied. The voice was very familiar, and he had heard it for too long to be wrong. It was none other than his ex-wife, Joyce.“Joyce, how did you get my direct line?! You've been stalking me, isn't