"Want to know how I felt with the thought of another man's touching what's mine?" His finger edge deeper inside of me, tears dripping down my face, light sobs echo throughout the room.
"I was envious." My fingernails dug into his skin, sobbing agai...
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ROMAN SOKOLOV Seattle, Washington . . .
A strange sensation sparked in my chest before I brushed it aside, the latest cover of The Seattle Times, set a buzz around the city and blew a fuse in the Drako's residents. Still, I don't have a single regret for bringing her to that event.
There have been a million pictures I've taken in my lifetime but this one, the way she smiled at me, her eyes shined like diamonds brighter than the ones wrapped around her necklace. My pretty girl.
I have a business to run and here I am admiring the front cover of a magazine, "We arrived sir,"
Looking out the window, at the skyscraper building Damon build his company on. mindless people walked in and out tourist stood outside the building hoping to see the infamous Los Angeles Devil's basketball player.
They will get their wish today, Damon walks out, a grin on his lips walking past the screaming girls. Asshole, I don't think I have the strength to deal with him today. It's been four days since I last saw Dawn and only a fraction second since I thought about her.
The chatter filled the car for a split second once he entered the car, I flicked my gaze up. "Got quite a fan club don't you,"
Damon smiled, a smile he used to get himself out of shitloads of trouble countless times throughout his entire youth years.
"I could say the same, I hear you have a girlfriend," His smile widened, and dark hair fall to his forehead. "My feelings are hurt you didn't tell me,"
He wasted no time cutting to the chase, an accusatory note crept in his tone towards the end of his words.
"Why don't you mind the business that pays you," I grumbled, looking at the buildings as we drive by. We have meetings today, a retail chain of hotels, and countless shitheads who don't know how to develop stocks.
"Your business is everyone's at the moment, you went to a political gathering with Dawn Drako, the princess of the beloved Drakos family. Her family's in the press a lot around election season,"
I leaned back into the seat and steepled my hand under my chin. My phone was the pure fact of how right he was, people expressing similar statements, each call and text chipping my patience away.
"I'm aware," irritation ran through my blood, thinking of her other family members, who all are not on my good side at the moment.
Damon chuckled, "She looks good, sexy...,"
A flame trickled in my chest, I knew he was putting fuel on the fire but I was tempted to let it burn.
"We should be talking about the amount of money we lost with kingstings," I slid my gaze to his, "enough talking about my girl,"
His eyes burn with a knowing gaze and a smile, I recognize it so Cleary but he knew he won this little battle at going back and forth with me, enough to irritate me.
