She glanced at Angela who only gave her an icy glare. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Angela hated her guts and she wouldn't be getting any help there. Her hope went to Damien. They had sort of been friends. At least he loved Courtney and she was Courtney's friend so some of that love should extend to her right?It had to. He had her whole career in his hands. He had to know how important that was to her. He wouldn't punish her for a simple mistake right?“Mr. Diego, this was all a big misunderstanding. I was just having some fun with my friend. It's how we show we care, right Damien?” she asked in a shaky voice.“And there you go again. Your blatant disrespect is honestly appalling. You dare call him by his first name?” Diego asked, inching closer to Carla.She gave Damien the puppy dog eyes, practically begging him to forget her unwarranted disrespect. She'd known him as a nice guy during college and when they'd insult him to his face and tell Courtney she deser
“Umm… I.” Diego didn't know how to respond. It was clear both women were vying Damien’s attention. He couldn't blame them at all. But he loved his job and angering either of these women could put it in danger.“Well we offer–” Abigail's intensified glare made him shut his mouth. “It's fine,” Damien said, trying to ease the tension. He hadn't quite gotten used to all the attention he was getting from women but he knew when things were getting out of hand. “You two can do a couples session. I'll take my time to explore. I'm sure this place has a lot to offer, right Diego?”Diego heaved a sigh of relief. Women could be a lot to deal with. That's why he didn't deal with them. “Yes Mr. Delaney. We have so many facilities and activities you can choose from.”Abigail wouldn't be denied. She was a go-getter and would stop at nothing until her desires were met. Especially when her opponent was Angela. “That's actually very smart, sir. I usually just get a massage to soothe my tender muscles,”
“He's the herb dealer,” Angela muttered to Damien.Damien was floored. This was the father of a man he'd embarrassed over and over again. Surely there was no way this man would be willing to do business with him. Not only had he embarrassed Raymond, but he'd also seen to it that the idiot got arrested. Oh well, there was no harm in at least trying.It made sense now how Raymond had access to such a potent poison that it took a secret society to heal him.“You don't look like much yourself, Mr. Ronchester,” Damien replied.Angela choked back a gulp. What was he doing? Didn't the man hate him enough already?The old man chuckled and got off the pool chair with surprising agility. “I am an old man. What's your excuse?”“I keep running across idiots who keep distracting me with their foolishness.”Mr. Ronchester laughed, being able to relate with what Damien said. “Yes, fools will do that. I believe we have something to discuss; an exchange of value if you will.”Damien was floored again
“Your grandfather wants to see you,” Angela said as she sipped her hot coffee.It'd been a day since Damien got his first task and although he'd set things in motion to accomplish it, the waiting felt unbearable. The thought that on the other side of this was a secret that could greatly improve his life was exhilarating. “That's good. I have a lot to ask him.”“About your cult?”“Yes,” he said as he left his house. “You can take the day off.”The journey had become familiar to Damien so it didn't take him as long as it usually would.The old man was laying in a lawn chair in the garden, flanked on either side by two young women sunbathing in their bikinis. Damien couldn't blame him. He was a billionaire who'd been given a second chance at life and was determined to make the most of it.“Damien, my boy, these are Arya and Lana. They're twins.” He sounded proud of himself. Giving them a once over, Damien saw why. Their mesmerising figures were on full display. One was slightly plumpe
“No, I… it wasn't–”Unable to find the right words he took off sprinting in the opposite direction. Damien watched as he hubbled down the street barely picking up any speed. What an idiot. Would someone who was trying to end you come and pick you up from a police station?He got into the car and turned around pulling up right next to Raymond's trudging figure.“I'm only going to say this once; get in.”Raymond's brain seemed to kick in. He didn't know why but he knew Damien wasn't going to harm him. He crossed over to the passenger side and got into the car. “Where are we going?” he asked.“Somewhere I can knock some sense into your head.”“You can't do that,” Raymond said with a trembling voice. “Oh really?” Damien asked without taking his eyes off the road.“Y–you can't. The police… they'll–”“They'll what? Come to your Rescue? I'm sure they hate your guts at this point. You're not a very likeable person.”“M–my father. He won't–”“Your father sent me,” Damien said. “He's sick of
Seeing the hesitant man, Damien pressed further. “Surely you're not all talk, are you? You just wanted your men to come face me but you won't face me yourself?” The men all looked expectantly at their boss. They sure as hell didn't want to face a man who had singlehandedly taken down Nugget without breaking a sweat. “Are you scared of me?” Damien mocked. “Nobody's scared of you,” the leader growled. “You think you're something special huh? I'll teach you that lesson you badly need.” He snatched a machete from one of his men and cautiously approached Damien, slicing the gleaming weapon through the air intimidatingly. “Perfect. I'll try not to smash your face in so at least you can have an open casket,” Damien said as he swung the heavy sledgehammer about like it weighed nothing. The boss faltered. “You don't scare me,” he muttered. Damien chuckled. “If that's true, why are you peeing your pants?” The boss looked down for a second and that was all he needed. He smash
“Remember, you’re getting me a new Rolls Royce. You, not your father,” Damien said through his rolled-down window right before Angela pulled off, kicking up enough dust to cover Raymond. “You didn’t eat before leaving this morning,” Angela said.“What are you, my babysitter?As if on cue, his stomach grumbled.Angela giggled. “You were saying?”He rolled his eyes but indeed, he was hungry. All the excitement of the day had made him forget it. “Let’s go to Dame’s Court,” he said as if it was a no brainer. “I don’t think I’ve had better food in my life.”Angela was vehemently against the idea. Of course, Dame’s Court had the best food in the country but unfortunately, the one closest to them had Abigail as its manager.Having Damien around Abigail was like tempting a lion with fresh meat at a safari. Neither of those things were advisable. But how could she tell her he couldn’t eat somewhere because she didn’t like the manager?“There’s this place Renee always tells me about. She’s a
“Hey Mark, Angela was telling me how much she loves the family theme for this place,” Renee carried on.Mark's eyes lit up as his gaze went to Angela. Renee hated how much her sister had an effect on him. Her heart ached wishing he would see her the way she saw him but she knew that would probably never happen.But even then, she hated Damien's presence enough that she was willing to throw herself under the bus if it meant Angela saw Mark as the real prize.“Yes,” Angela said. “It's very welcoming.”Mark felt his heart flutter at her praise. He was smitten by her and as much as he tried to hide it, he couldn't help himself.With any other woman, he could hide his emotions. But Angela was something special, goddess amongst men. So what then was a man as ordinary as Damien doing with her?“Yes, Angela, it is. You know, I had a hand in coming to that decision. I'm very family-oriented and…” he glanced at Damien again with that smug smirk. “...I will own this all soon.”“That's wonderful