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

10 - Simp

Part Two

"Let me play with you and your body."

10 - Simp

Damon

I checked the time on the watch and sighed, staring at the roof of my car. Why the fuck do I have to support her gathering when she was the reason for her own fucking mess?

Emma. You're doing a favor for Emma. Nothing else.

Grumbling underneath my breath, I let the valet open my car door and gave him a hefty tip before staring up at the enormous building. The evening air was chilly as I buttoned my suit and clenched my jaw. I hated social gatherings. I hated her.

The last time we were together, it had ended up with me kissing her, scolding her, and driving her cute, pouty ass home.

No, fuck, Damon! Stop thinking about her ass.

I walked towards the revolving doors and paused when the woman in a deep red dress went in at the same time from the other side.

"You can go ahead," I said, shamelessly staring at her ass. Her high heels made it look perkier, and the dress was stuck to her like a second skin, accentuating her curves.

"Oh, thank you!" She smiled and raised her head, her smile freezing. "It's you!"

Summer enunciated you like she was addressing maggots.

I rolled my eyes at her. "Trust me, I don't want to breathe the same air as you, but here we are."

On the flip side, I was gagging at the thought of eye-fucking her moments ago. If I had known the sexy woman in red was my little sister's best friend.... Oh God.

Shaking my head, I tried to walk in at the same time she did, and the security shot us both a strange look. I seethed at her, pushing the glass door, but the little shit wouldn't budge. This woman would be the end of me.

I gave up and walked back so she could walk in. I followed suit when she flashed me a winning grin. If I was someone else, it would take me a millisecond to fall in love seeing her gorgeous smile with a little dimple below her lip and her shining eyes.

But I was Damon, and I hated seeing her grin. She looked like trouble and dressed like one.

"Don't ruin this for me," she said, brushing her dark waves over her shoulders. It was surprising to see it without any wild highlights like pink or blue. She always did something crazy with her hair and despite the school rules, kept her hair dyed. It infuriated me that I noticed it. It was even more infuriating that I remembered her ruthless prank, which ended up with me in blue hair and a failed interview.

Remember, you don't care about her.

"You ruined it for yourself," I said in a harsh tone, staring down at her even though she was in heels. "Don't blame it on me if you ruin this party to better your name, Summer Hayes."

She stared at me unblinkingly, as if my tone or glare didn't affect her. I hated it didn't, and she wasn't the least bit intimidated. "You haven't changed at all. Such a pity to have a handsome face and a shitty personality. See you later, Chad."

She did not just...

I shot her and her perky ass daggers as she swayed her hips, walking away. Grinding my teeth, I followed her. She was asking to be bent over my lap and have her ass—no. Nuh-uh. I'm not going there. She is off-limits.