Damian's Seduction (The Steamy Billionaire Series: Book 1)

Chapter 28: Always, Forever

Chloe stirred at the shrill ringtone of her phone, groaning as she fumbled to answer it. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

"Hello?" she croaked.

"Morning, sunshine! Hungover?" Lisa's voice was annoyingly chipper.

"Ugh. My head is pounding, and I still feel a bit boozy," Chloe groaned, rubbing her temples.

"It was a big night last night. Do you remember outdoing Angie and me with tequila shots at Oasis?"

Chloe winced. "I feel sick just thinking about it. And thank you for making sure I made it home."

Lisa laughed. "You can also thank me for stopping you from calling Damian back."

Chloe rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Yeah, he called after keeping me in suspense all day yesterday. On our girls' night..."

"Haha, that's sacrilegious—our ladies' nights should never be sacrificed for a guy. And all those messages you showed me. Girl, he wants you bad. But don't worry, I made sure you didn't do anything you'd regret."

Chloe sighed, sinking back into her pillows. "He owes me an explanation about Gemma. I still don't know what went on."

"Let him sweat it out first. Make him grovel."

Chloe giggled. "Yeah. He deserves it."

"As for Chase," Lisa continued, "you've got two men vying for you. Your little Bermuda love triangle is pretty crazy."

"Ugh, it's either feast or famine, and I'm sated. Anyway, it was great seeing you and Angie again. Like a reunion before your wedding."

"You're both my best girls. Chicks before dicks, always."

Chloe smiled. "Always."

"Alright, lady. You get some rest. I just wanted to see how you're doing."

"I'm alive... barely. We'll talk again next week," Chloe said, ending the call. She rolled back over, hoping for more sleep, but her phone buzzed again.

The caller ID read: Asshole.

"Ugh, Damian," she muttered, placing the phone on the bedside table. Angie played a hand in changing his contact details on Chloe's phone last night.

Chloe ignored the call, but it kept ringing, followed by a barrage of messages. Frustrated, she switched her phone off. Just as she began to drift back to sleep, a loud engine revving pierced the air.

She dragged herself to the window, her feet shuffling against the hard floor, and squinted. "Shit," she muttered, opening the window. Her neighbor, Mrs. Khan, with her silver hair pulled into a stern bun, waved her arms at Damian, giving him an earful for the noise pollution.

But damn, he was hot with his black helmet and dark leather jacket gleaming under the morning sun. He removed the helmet, revealing his tousled blond hair and a billion-dollar smile.

Mrs. Khan brandished her slipper, aiming it at Damian. "Stop making so much noise, or I'll call the police if I don't hit you first!"

Damian's eyes gleamed under the sun's rays as he turned to Chloe's irritated neighbor. "Ma'am, I'm sorry for disturbing your Sunday morning. I promise I'll be out of your sight after picking up my girlfriend for a family brunch."

His apology did little to calm the older woman, her scowl growing deeper.

"Babe, we're late!" he called up to Chloe.

She lifted the window higher. "I got this, Mrs. Khan. Damian, tone it down, and I'll let you in."

"You have my word. I'll be quiet as a mouse." He nodded at Mrs. Khan, who huffed before storming back to the apartment building.