♛Dark Adult Billionaire Enemies To Lovers Romance ♛
Damon King. Influential. Powerful. Owner of multi-billion dollar companies.
Damon King upholds an infamous reputation for being one of the most ruthless, violent, and cold- hearted men among vultur...
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ANNA DELANEY
"It's only one night and then I'll take you out to a birthday breakfast. I promise," I told Nat as I packed my bag with the new luxurious items Damon purchased from the boutique.
"Ugh but why does Damon get to have you when it's my birthday," she complained plopping down on my bed. "Maybe I should blackmail you into not leaving."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny," I said sarcastically, zipping up my bag and putting on my shoes. "Seriously, I will be with you all day tomorrow. We are going to have breakfast tomorrow with your Dad and then we'll get ready together for your birthday bash."
"Good enough," she shrugged, getting up from the bed crushing me in a hug.
"Just wondering, you two have no feelings for each other whatsoever?"
"Nope," I said walking to the door getting ready to flee from her questionnaire.
"And you two aren't, I don't know, maybe hooking up or something?" she said as I blushed pink.
"Gotta go Nat. Love you," I said hurriedly walking out the front door.
"Oh. My. God."
***
Damon had picked me up but this time he wasn't driving. It was going to be too much of a hassle with the paparazzi if he was going to drive so he opted for a chauffeur instead.
"You're going to need it," Damon said, handing me a pair of sunglasses.
"Thanks," I said, putting them on as I prepared myself for what was going to happen. The moment I set foot outside this car with Damon King, the whole world is going to wonder who I am, criticize my every move, and all eyes will be on us.
Calming myself by inhaling and exhaling deeply, the car stopped when we got to the hotel. Damon was the first to get out of the car, putting on his shades as he walked around the car to open my door. He was clad in a black and white suit. The white button down was tight fitting showing off all the muscle from his hard abdomen. The collar of his shirt ran up his neck showing how much tension there were in his muscles. The black tie dotted with white ran down the midline leading to his pants.
He held his hand out to me looking almost angelic. The noise and view of the cameras snapping photos, the men shouting for pictures, and the fans dissipated into white noise as I placed my hand in Damon's. For that brief moment, it was just the two of us against the world trying to make it through without getting hurt.
Snapping us out of our trance, the white noise grew louder when I was in the frame for pictures. The entrance to the hotel was cleared by bodyguards as they covered the paparazzi from getting to close. Keeping his hand on my back, Damon led us through the crowd as the paparazzi got closer. I couldn't help but look up at Damon when everything went into slow motion. In his arms, I felt protected and safe because I knew if someone had gotten too close, he would've drawn the line keeping me out of harm's way. Nearing the elevator, I dropped my state of admiration as we came to a halt in the elevator.
