"Damien, dear boy, to what does this old man owe the pleasure?"Daniel was using an elliptical bike with a lady in a lab coat, holding a clipboard standing next to him. He still looked agile as ever but Damien could tell the man wasn't in tiptop condition."I can't have you dying on me," he said as he handed the old man his Yin necklace.Daniel took it eagerly and put around his neck, not stopping to pedal his bike."Sir, you need proper form so you don't hurt yourself," the lab coat lady said.He glared at her as if she'd asked him to sacrifice his grandchild. "This necklace makes me feel better than you and your team of useless crooks ever have. I don't know why I keep you around."Damien felt bad for her especially when she hung her head and blushed. "You know why you keep me around," she muttered, trying and failing to keep the smile off her face.Damien raised an eyebrow at Angela, who shrugged in response. He glanced at his grandfather, who seemed high off of the effects of the
“Also, you're going to have to talk to a lot of people, seeing as you're Mr. Delaney.”He didn't really care. His ex wife could be the host for all he cared, if he had to be there, he would. Plus, talking to people wasn't a big deal so long as he didn't have to pretend to like them.“What do I need to know about this Ball?”Taking a deep breath, Angela started downloading all the information she knew about the ball; all the powerful people that usually attended, how they loved to flaunt their money, how they tended to be classless at times and how one or two people would get drunk and cause a scene.“Sounds delightful,” he jeered as he pulled into his driveway.“Wait till you experience it.”The next day came and he had his suit prepared and shoes polished. Angela really was the best right hand he could ask for.He decided he wanted to take one of the fancier, older cars and Angela had already had it delivered.“I'd give you a raise but you probably already make a million dollars," he
So much had been happening that Damien hadn't noticed her beauty. Even though she wore the same uniform as Jan and the other lady, it was clear she'd had hers tailored to fit, and fit her, it did. She made no attempt to hide her luscious curves and tempting cleavage. Despite all that, her face was her selling point. She was so pretty she gave Angela a run for her money. "I'll hold you to that," Damien said, returning her smile."I'll do my best to please you, sir. You can call me Krissy, " she returned, twirling her hair.Angela was getting irritated by her obvious flirting. "We should go in," she said.Damien couldn't help smiling at the edge in her voice. Krissy acted as a guide, showing them their assigned seat at the very front row. Damien couldn't help noticing how much her hips swayed as she walked. Her skirt stretched tight over her toned butt was such a sight to behold. Everytime, they rounded a corner, she would glance at him over her shoulder with a sweet smile as if to co
He stretched out his hand to give Angela a hug but she held out a hand to stop him. She already couldn't stand him sober. She couldn't begin to imagine a drunk version of him. "Oh Angela, my ego is bruised. Is this about the restaurant? I apologise. It was all that bastard's fault. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sighted Courtney. He knew she'd had her eyes on his since he walked into the hall. That was fine until she started approaching him. He opted to ignore her to face Raymond. Maybe he would help scare her off. "Two things," Damien started. "I know who my father is and you're making a fool of yourself." Raymond's head slowly turned once he realised who had just spoken. An unbridled anger that shook his whole body consumed him. He reached into his tuxedo and pulled out something that glinted in the brightly lit room. Damien instinctively pulled Angela behind him. Everyone hit the floor as the bang of gunfire echoed through the room. "Lay down, all of you!" A gruff
The room had devolved into chaos. Screams and yelling could be heard all through. Smoke engulfed the spot Damien and the men had been standing at. Angela was hyperventilating. She had one job and she had monumentally failed. How would she ever be able to face Daniel? Courtney couldn't believe what had just happened. Why would he do that? What was he thinking? She glanced at Angela, seeing the woman panic. Did he do it for her? He did, he had to have. Rage bubbled in her heart. The bastard had moved on that fast? Did he ever really love her? No man who truly loved his woman would let her go so readily or move on so easily. Good riddance to him then. If she couldn't have him, it was best no one else did.Movement from inside the smoke caught her eye and then someone gasped. Out of the smoke, Damien came striding out, wearing a cape and crown like a medieval king."All hail the king," chanted the gunmen. "What the hell is happening?" Angela asked as Damien helped her to her feet.Ever
He looked at the massive gash across his palm from trying to parry the knife swing too late. The crowd was buzzing now. Guffaw and shrill exclamations could be heard all around. What they were being treated to was nothing short of a spectacle. First they had been threatened with fake guns, now they were treated to the sight of fake bleeding. The Merry Weather Charity has really stepped up their game. Damien needed to focus. But who were they? Raymond had promised to make him pay. Were they hired by his father? If they were, he didn't know their strength so he could immediately incapacitate the buffoon welding a knife. He had to be patient, watch how they reacted. Feeling confident from his last attack, Raymond swung wide again. This time, Damien slipped out of the way to let the idiot's momentum do the damage, but he couldn't resist hooking a leg under him to trip him up. Raymond tumbled in spectacular fashion, stirring the crowd into a frenzy of laughter and applause. Unfortunat
"Our methods are unconventional. Do not interfere," the leader of the grey suits said.They'd insisted that they must blindfold Angela to keep the location of their base a secret. She'd protested and argued but eventually relented seeing Damien's unconscious body. She’d gotten into their van and held onto his hand the whole way there. Although she couldn't see, she knew when they'd arrived. The van lurched to a halt, sending her sliding all around. “We're here. Take it off. Get him inside, quick.”Angela took off the blindfold just in time to see the man taking his unconscious body out of the van.She followed them down a long hallway that seemed to lead to a dead end but the leader rubbed stone jutting out of the wall and the wall parted, sliding apart like elevator doors.They all walked in but the man stopped Angela, much to her frustration.“What now?” she flared.“This is where you stop. Women and children are not allowed past this point.”All the secrecy, the sneakiness. By th
At the last second, Damien rolled off the bed, hitting the ground with a this, wincing at the incessantly stinging pain in the process.Angela saw Damien’s body disappear on the other side of the bed and saw red. She promised no one would lay hands on him and she'd be damned if she broke it.Garth, the damn brute, had all his attention on getting to Damien so it was easy to hook the strap of her purse around his neck and flip him over. He crashed into a pile of boxes just outside the room but before she could run to check on Damien, he was up and had a hand around the back of her neck.Angela froze. She could tell he was strong but she was sure there was enough time. He wasn't only strong but fast? In the state he was in Damien was in trouble against this guy.What the hell was going on?She started to feel his hand squeezed around her neck, slow and steady. He wanted her to feel how strong he was as he slowly squeezed the life out of her.She struggled, trying to swing her arms behi