Billionaire Boss 18+ Enemies to Lovers, Fake Relationship Age Gap Romance

Prologue

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Prologue

Damon

I shouldn't have kissed her.

There were so many reasons not to but...

A small moan poured out of her pouty lips, and I swallowed it with a groan, licking her lips, savoring them. She tasted like sweet honey, and I would be damned if I didn't want to know how her other sets of lips tasted like.

Arousal shot through my veins, and I had to force myself to withdraw and glare down at the woman in my arms. My fingers dug into her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath the tight dress that clung to her like a second skin.

"Fuck," she breathed out, lashes blinking up at me. I couldn't see her face because the lights in the club were still dim. I could only hear her and feel her. Pressed against my suit like she was ready to climb into my bed. Ready to climb me.

"Kiss me."

I stiffened.

"Again," she demanded, her voice soft and husky.

How long had it been since I shared a bed with another person? Too many years.

Yet this woman...

I was about to ask her for her name when everyone around us cheered. I moved back, dragging her lithe frame with me. She was taller than the average woman, her waist small and long hair brushing against my arm that was wrapped around her. I would not let her go so easily.

There was a blackout party in my club. Once you found a partner, the DJ would count down from ten, and the entire club would fall into complete darkness for a few seconds. Then you had to share a kiss with your partner or the person closest to you with their consent. I had guards wearing night vision glasses for a few minutes, making sure everyone was safe. I always made rounds before the blackout party to check with the floor managers, but today I was stopped.

Her musky vanilla perfume was delicious. I wanted to lick her neck and growl in her ears that she must wear it again if we meet next time.

Next time already, Damon?

"Wait, I'll get a room—"

I held her elbow and pulled her back to my chest. My lips were still tingling from the kiss we shared, and I wasn't ready to let her go just yet.

"I have a room," I said, my voice husky. "Come with me."

I ignored the small tone of familiarity upon hearing her voice. Maybe she was someone who frequented my club a lot. My arm relaxed at the dip of her waist as she followed me wordlessly. Once we were in the main hallway with much better light, I turned around to get a glimpse of—

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded, a growl emanating from my throat as I glared at the woman—no, the girl—I was so familiar with.

Her eyes widened, blinking at me. She parted her lips, the lips I had kissed and devoured, but nothing came out. And for the first time since I had known her, Summer Hayes was speechless.

"Why are you here?" she demanded, her voice husky from—

My ears turned warm, and I noticed that a few of the patrons were looking at us. I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to my office, slamming the door shut.

It was awfully quiet in my office since it was soundproof. I narrowed my eyes at her and yanked out my tie. She watched me with a hand on her hip, standing by the door and taping her god-awful high heels.