What happens when two different worlds clash together?
Damien Calloway is the heir to the largest mafia in the world. He is the most cold hearted person someone will ever find in this world. And the most cruel when it comes to torturing someone. He...
Damien's POV- I skipped the university after my 'encounter' with Lia. I soon reached home and went straight to my room. Few minutes later I heard a knock on my door. "Who's there?" I asked not wanting to get up.
"Ser, mister Kellouey zovey tebya v svoy ofis." The maid said as she entered the room. [Translation: Sir, mr. calloway is calling for you in his office.] Ugh! Fuck dad.
"Ya budu tam cherez 5 minut." [Translation: I'll be there in 5 minutes.] I said and she left. I got up, fixed my hair and clothes and went to meet dad. I knocked twice on the door of his office.
"Come in." I went inside.
"Damien! You're here." This must be serious because he is speaking in English and trust me dad and English never ends good.
"Tomorrow a very important shipment of weapons and drugs is going to come. I want you to be present over there and monitor the workers." I nodded. "Do not fuck this up like last time." He warned me. I nodded again and turned to leave when he called me.
"Damien, kto budet tvoim svidaniyem segodnya vecherom?" [Translation: Damien, who is going to be your date tonight?"]
Oh mother fucking lord! I can't tell the truth. He won't let me go. "Yeshche predstoit reshit'." [Translation: It's yet to decide."]
After that I left his office and headed straight to the gym to practice my fucking punches. I changed into my gym attire and started punching the bag.
Few hours later: There were only two hours left for the ball. I went to take a cold shower to keep my thoughts straight for the rest of the night. 20 minutes later I came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist. I went to the closet and checked my options. I picked up a black tuxedo with a bow tie. Pairing it with black velvet Armani shoes and few silver rings. I picked up my car keys and left.
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Lia's POV- I was having a shower in the bathroom. The warm water relaxing my tense muscles. I love the feeling of warm water in my body. I dried myself after showering and let my wet hair fall down my shoulders. I walked out of the bathroom in my bathrobe and sat in front of my vanity desk. I plugged the hair drier and started drying my hair, the sound of the drier breaking the silence of my room. I started applying make up as soon as my hair dried. I applied light shade of foundation and light shade of eye makeup, with thick winged black eyeliner. I added a little blush and a nude shade of lipstick. I went to my closet and picked my dress. It was a black ball gown, hugging my curves and with a flare from waist down, with net sleeves embroidered with black diamonds. I paired it with velvet lace up high heels.
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I checked myself one last time before going downstairs. I had to keep my date a secret until we reach the venue so, I was going with my parents. I don't know why Damien told me to keep it secret a secret actually but he told me not to tell my parents. We were sitting in a comfortable silence. That is until my father decided to shatter it. "Who's going to be your date?" Fuck!!
"Well, umm... eh.. it's a surprise." I hesitated.
My dad hummed in response. "Are you doing well in your classes?" Where the fuck is this conversation going?
"Yeah." Technically it wasn't a complete lie. I aced all my classes. It's just that I never pay any attention to them. He nodded and ended the conversation. The fuck was that?
I was grateful he got the idea that I didn't want any small talks with him. Soon the limo stopped at the venue. I stepped outside and oh mother fucking god, it was beautiful. The palace looked it came straight out of fucking Disney.
"Might want to close your mouth. I'm sure you wouldn't want to catch a fly." The voice startled me.
"Damien! You scared the shit out of me." I was stunned he cleaned up so well after himself. He was wearing a black tuxedo and velvet black Armani shoes. His tousled hair were now perfectly gelled and slicked back. I suddenly felt the urge to rummage through his hair and ruin it, while trying to make him look less perfect. His jaw line was so sharp, I bet it could cut metal with it. He looked so hot! What the fuck did I just think? He chuckled and offered his hand.
