Chapter 8
-DAMIAN-
Sheer frustration pumped into my system. I had no ns to leave the mansion, but staying there became
impossible when Millicent admitted she didn’t remember most of what happenedst night.
Why I am pis sed about that is beyond me. It shouldn’t bother me. In fact, I should be relieved only one
of us had a crystal memory of what truly transpired between us.
The things she revealed about her ex, her confessions of her feelings for me, and the things she’d
written in her diary. 1 shouldn’t feel guilty for knowing intimate details about her life. It’s not like I forced
her to spill her guts on mest night. But I do feel guilty. I can’t even look at her without thinking of those
things. How did I not notice that back in high school?
After twenty minutes of driving around town. I ended up at Lol ita’s. Stepping inside the diner was simr
to going back in the past. Apart from the fresh faces of the servers and the chick behind the register,
nothing has changed.
Chessboard-colored vinyl tiles catch the lights from the ceiling. Booths with worn-out red couches lined
the ss wall. Facing it was a long counter dotted with barstools. I had no doubt that if I’d inspect the far
thest booth from the entry. I’d find my name scribed on the edge of the wooden table.
Remembering how Mom gave me an earful that morning tugged the edge of my lips.
Mom was friends with L olita. She used to take me here every weekend for pancakes and wattles. They
have the best pancakes I’ve ever tasted. and L olita only serves real maple syrup since she was from
Saskatchewan.
“Are you waiting for someone?” The blond server in a pale blue uniform, a white apron wrapped around
her tiny waist. beamed brightly at me..
Apart from the three elderly men upying the barstools, nursing their coffees, and reading today’s
paper, the breakfast house was mostly empty.
“No,” I said curtly, ignoring how she twirled the ends of her long ponytail. Sandy – the small rectangr
te pinned to her uniform suggests was cute, but I was in no mood for flirting this morning.
I just need coffee and food.
-Sit wherever you feel, and I’ll bring you the menu,” she chirped, bouncing on her heels as she rounded
the counter. Giggles and hushed whispers greeted her when she reached the cluster of her co-workers
behind the counter.
I chose the corner booth, and like I assumed, my name was still engraved on the table, along with many
others. True to her words, Sandy was at my table with the menu before I plonked down on the couch.
“Are you new in town?” she inquired.
“No.” I kept my eyes on theminated menu. Even the list hasn’t changed.
I haven’t been here since Mom passed, and being here pinched something in my chest.
“Yeah? I haven’t seen you around before. I would’ve remembered you.” I didn’t want to be rude, but I was
really in no mood for a chat, even for a friendly one.
Ready to give her my order so I could have my peace, a leggy brte loomed over the table and slid to
the seat across from
minc.
Sonja.
I bit back the groan. How the f uck did she find me? Did she have me investigated? That’s the only
reasonable answer to my question.
“You ordered without me, Numyl?tinis?” she asked in that s exy Lithuanian ent. The way she speaks
her nativenguage
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does something to my c ock. It jerked in response. [darling]
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Sonja smiled sweetly, batting her impossibly longshes as she plucked the menu from my hand. Today,
she wore a white tank, denim short shorts that emphasized her long tan legs, and a light orange kimono.
I struggled to keep my eyes above her shoulder. She wasn’t wearing a bra; those milky ti ts were
begging to be sucked.
She came here with intent. I hate that she knew how to tempt me, and I hate my body even more for
responding to her
teasing.
Sandy star-struck by Sonja’s beauty scrambled and pulled out a pad and pen from the pockets of her
apron as Sonja listed down her order.
What are you having?” Sonja leaned her elbows on the table; the low cut of her neckline showed enough
cleavage to have my d ick knocking on my pants,
I shouldn’t be lusting over. Everything about us was wrong, and it had to stop.
Sonja’s presence left a sour taste on my tongue, so I settled for coffee.
Once Sandy was out of earshot, Sonja parked her elbows on the table, giving me a perfect view of her ti
ts. A different kind of hunger nketed my body. It would be so f ucking easy to quench this need. I could
take her to my car and f uck her brains out, or probably the bathroom. I remember how Sonja loved
having S** in public ces. She gets so worked up at the idea of being caught.
“Damian….” She murmured. longing shed in her eyes. I hate it when she looks at me like that. So
innocent, so beautiful, and so fragile. She had the face of an angel and transformed into a she-devil in
bed.
I maintain my nk expression. She cannot see how she’s affecting me, or she’ll continue pursuing me. I
shoot her a steaming re. “How the f uck did you find me?”
Her eyes rounded as saucers, pressing a manicured hand on her chest, offended. “Why so hostile?
Aren’t you happy to see
me
I simpered at her nonchnce. As if having me investigated was not a breach of my privacy. I used to
admire Sonja’s tenacity, but she’s bing a pain in my a ss. The girl couldn’t take no for an answer.
She sighed and jutted out her lower lip.
Those f ucking beautiful lips. F uck! I remember how they felt around my co ck, their softness as I slid in
and out of her wet mouth while I fist her dark silky curls..
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She reached over the table, tracing my knuckles with her finger. Fire ignited where she touched me. My
jaw fluttered. I clenched my fists so tight that they turned white. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to
prove, D. We’ve been dating for a year, and you’re breaking up with me for no reason.”
Molten annoyance flowed through my veins. Dating? Breaking up? She speak as if she wasn’t f ucking
married.
Sandy came back with my coffee and Sonja’s cappino. Grateful for the distraction, I reached for my
drink and took a long as s sip, fighting hard to keep my anger at bay.
“I didn’t know you were from Roslin City. In fact, there’s a lot I didn’t know about you.” Her eyes were
questioning. She’d finally discovered that I am Erick ck’s only son, the heir to his billion dor
usingly.
The thought of Millicent and I shed in my mind. Last night, she was the sweetest seductress I had
ount. “Well… It’s working,” Sonja sighed exasperatedly.
Herst statement caught my attention.
Sandy returned with Sonja’s orders. A te of bunless bacon, egg and cheese, and blueberry muf fins.
A thoughtless lie slipped out of my mouth when we were alone again. “She’s my girlfriend.”
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Holding a fork and knife, Sonja’s hand stilled, mid-cutting her bacon, egg, and cheese. She kept her
gaze on the te, but there was an evident tension on her shoulder that wasn’t there seconds ago.
“No, she’s not.” Her tone was b utcher knife sharp. “Don’t lie to me. You’re head over heels for me,
Damian. I know you.”
If iming Millicent was my girlfriend got me this reaction from her, I might as well use this to my
advantage.
“Yes, she is,” I said, sipping my coffee, watching Sonja over the ceramic cup,
She took a forkful of her breakfast, stabbing me with her icy blue gaze. She chewed slowly as we
entered a ring contest. It felt like I was under a high-end microscope’s scrutiny. Yeah? How long have
you been dating? She just broke up with her
fiance.”
Her knowledge of Millicent’s life was perturbing. I kept a stoic facade. “She did. And now we have a
chance to be together. She’s the reason I wanted to end things between us. My he dribbled like honey
from my mouth.
The pain that crossed Sonja’s pretty face snapped a heartstring. Despite our situation, I cared for her
more than she knew. I wish I didn’t, but I do.
She turned to the ss wall, blinking back the mist gathering on her eyelids. “You love me,” her probing
tone softened, ocean gaze sliding back to meet mine. The sadness nketing them made my chest
tighten. “We wouldn’tst this long if you didn’t. What is it? Is it because of Silverio? I will divorce him if
that’s your issue.”
My mrs ground. It hurts that the woman I loved only gave me this much attention when she realized I
was wealthier than her husband. “Souja, we’re over. If you’re going to file for divorce, do it for yourself,
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not for me. I’ve got nothing to offer
you.”
A lone tear rolled down her cheeks. It pains me to see her so sad, but she needs to forget about me. I
shouldn’t have gotten involved with her in the first ce.
Keeping a stony facade, I pulled out my waller and dropped a few twenties on the table, leaving a
shoulder-shuddering Sonja with her bacon, egg, and cheese, and mu ffins.
As I exited the diner, I had only one goal in my mind. I need to collect a favor.