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

1 - I Dare You

^How I imagined Damon 🔥

Part One

"That's a good girl."

1 - I Dare You

*Two Years Later*

Summer

It was a shame that I was going commando for the masquerade party. A shame, indeed.

A lone sigh escaped my lips when I took a sip of bubbly champagne. My eyes averted from the crowd mingling with each other to the huge golden chandelier on the ceiling of the club. Beautiful men and women swayed to the erotic music, masks covering their eyes, nose and cheekbones. Feathers, ribbons, and gems adorned their masks as their pearly white teeth gleamed in the dim lights.

I was wearing a mask too. I had to. No one could know that Summer Hayes skipped the premiere of her show halfway through and went to the nearest sex club in Hollywood just because she was bored.

My hand tightened on the cold flute glass as I looked around, wishing I had free rein to talk and flirt with anyone I wanted. But I knew Heather, my agent, would be disappointed if I didn't make them sign an NDA before taking them to the nearest room.

I swallowed the bubbly alcohol, basking in its burn, and raised my arm to take another flute when I crashed into a wall.

Cold champagne splashed on my dress, goosebumps erupting all over my body. My eyes went wide as I raised my gaze to look at the man I had bumped into, which was most definitely not a wall. If the wall had glaciers like those stormy gray eyes, I'd be freezing.

"I'm sorry," I said, eyeing the tall man looming over me wearing a dark suit. He had a harsh scowl on his face—at least, the bottom half of the face which wasn't covered with a black mask—but he was probably the most handsome man in the club. Which was saying something, since it was full of models, actors and athletes who had nothing better to do on a Friday.

"You should look at where you are going," he said, his voice deep as he ignored the server, who was apologizing profusely. His champagne had stained his shirt, too. Dark eyes flashed at me, zeroing on the alcohol that had splashed on my dress.

There was something familiar about his tall height, broad shoulders, and the pure arrogance and control that emitted from him. I wasn't the only one who had noticed that. Many men and women gave the stranger a lingering look. It was hard to miss him. Even though I was tall, especially in high heels, he easily towered over me.

"You are the one who bumped into me, Sir," I said, my voice taunting him by enunciating the last word.

His eyes darkened, my skin erupting in goosebumps. "You should watch that mouth of yours."

"Or what?" I kept my hands on my hips and tilted my head. "You're going to bend me over and spank me?"

His lips twitched, and I noticed him checking my wrists, which were empty besides the white band I had to wear. The current club was similar to the Vixen club in Coral Springs. If you are single, wear a white band. In a relationship? Red band. Relationship but want to play? Black band.

He was wearing a white band, too. His hands were veiny and an expensive watch—Patek Philippe—wrapped around his thick wrist. My throat dried, and I lifted my gaze to his face. He was handsome. Dirty blond hair that almost looked brown, dark eyes, plum lips and a sharp jaw that was covered with delicious five o'clock shadow.

Wait, delicious?

I held my breath when he leaned down, his spicy musky cologne wafting in my nose. "I just might, kitten."