It Hurts When It's True (Affaire de Coeur, #1)

Chapter 24: It's your business!

It was wrong to take advantage of a drunk lady. It was also wrong to take advantage of one that is tipsy.

Damian felt embarrassed, but he was feeling quite turned on by the woman whose arms were around his neck with her hips gyrating against his. And he felt more ashamed because the said lady was in between the world of tipsiness and drunkenness. To top it off, it was all his fault that she was in that she was three sheets to the wind and it was with his influence that she had lost all almost all her inhibition with all the encouragement that he had been whispering to her ears half an hour ago.

Maggie just would not stop moving those hips, those plump hips that fit just nicely in his hands. He might have been teasing her endlessly about the extra flesh along her midsection, but the truth was he liked the softness of her in his arms.

If she did not stop unconsciously rubbing her hips against his hardening member, he would end up being unmanned right in the middle of the dance floor. Damian Williams would never humiliate himself by coming with the help of a woman who was too smashed to know what she was doing. And not in the midst of strangers. No. Not his thing. Not at all.

One song too many had passed yet Maggie seemed like she did not want to stop dancing at all. It made Damian wonder as to what kind of life she actually had before he knew her. One thing was for sure though, and it was that she was too serious about life. Or it could have also been how she was brought up as a child. Judging by her manners, her parents must have been quite strict in her growing years. She just seemed so sheltered from all the bad things in the world.

"It's growing late, Margaret. Do you want to go home now?" Damian finally asked, slowing down the swaying of Maggie's body.

"That...would...be...wonderful." She panted from all the dancing.

"Do you not have to go to work tomorrow?"

"No, tomorrow's a day off..." Maggie looked up with that lazy smile that Damian rarely saw on her face.

"Come on."

Damian held on to her hand, guiding her amidst the jam-packed dance floor. Finally, they reached the left side of the room where there was a hall leading to the club's exit. But even before they got to make their way, a familiar blonde beauty blocked their way.

"It's good to see you again, Damian." The woman greeted familiarly.

Damian had to study her before he could put a name to that lovely face. Upon carefully studying the lady, he realized that it had been his bed partner of two months in his mid-20s.

"Angela," Damian stated with a bit of doubt in his tone.

"Right." She replied.

"I'm sorry, but you caught me at a wrong time," He said, his face not betraying the surprise that he felt on the inside.

Damian discreetly watched Angela who was also curiously watching the woman standing right next to him. He already knew what was going on in that pretty head of hers, but he avoided from making any comment. He did not like explaining himself to others, especially to women who visited his bed almost a decade ago.