Heart's Desire

Chapter Two

Damian

I stood outside the quaint little bookstore. It had been my favourite ever since I was a child because my mother brought me here-then she stopped after work became her main priority. I frowned at the memory of loss but, instantly ignored those feelings. The warmth of the air swept over me. The door closed behind me as I walked towards the shelves. The store wasn't filled with people, it was a small business but, a business I had invested rightly in. My eyes skimmed over the books, attempting to find the one book I wanted to purchase.

"Would you like any help, sir?" A feminine voice made me pause in my movements.

"Yes actually, I can't seem to find The Picture of Dorian Grey." I turned towards the woman, my eyes widening in surprise. "You?"

"Are you following me?" She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

I furrowed my brows, "Why would I follow you? I have better things to do and if you don't know this is my favourite bookstore."

"Why? Couldn't find a store in the rich ends?"

I glared at the girl and her rancid assumptions once again made me realise why I didn't get involved with commoners. I didn't bother to answer her and left her, wondering the store myself, trying to find the book myself since I knew she would be of no help at all. "Damian-"

"Mr Lockwood." I snapped at her suddenly, "It's Mr Lockwood to you because we're not friends and we shall never be." The short quick remark made her face scrunch up, perhaps making her realise why she hated rich people like me.

"Oh wow that hurt a lot Damian," She bit back and her ferocity made my eyebrows raise in amusement and surprise but, I would never tell her that I found her amusing. "It hurt right here." She pointed at her heart.

"I didn't realise you had a heart sweetheart." My words dripped with venom and undertones of anger and hatred but, laced again with a somewhat amusement that if you squinted really hard perhaps you would be able to see it.

"Oh cute," She rolled her eyes, "Here's your stupid book." She shoved the book into my hands, the little contact made me smile bitterly.

"For working here you're awfully bitter."

"Not everyone has a lot of money like you."

I didn't bother to respond to her, "Thank you for finding my book." I turned away from her and her perceptions of me, leaving her in the dust as I walked on to pay for my book, leaving a large sum of money to fund my precious memory.

•••

My fingers impatiently tapped the hard leather steering wheel. I was angry. Beyond angry. I couldn't believe I had two altercations with that unknown fucking goddess of girl that made my trousers tight every time I saw her. I didn't even know her name but, all I knew is that I wanted to bed her even though I shouldn't-that would go against my rules. I growled annoyed and I knew the only person I needed to talk to. After sitting in the car for twenty minutes contemplating my god damn life because of stupid girl I ran over yesterday I finally drove away.

She was just a girl after all. Just a stupid girl that didn't know where to look. A nameless girl that I knew I would never meet again. She was nothing. Truly nothing. Well, if she was nothing Damian why are you thinking about her all the damn time huh?

I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts battling one another to win the prize of what perception I had of her in the end.

She was just a girl.

She was just a girl.

She was just a girl.

I chanted in my head and it quickly but, surely became my mantra. She wasn't anything. She was poor, probably stupid and for God's sake she had two jobs-well that I know of. She would be financially dependent on me and she would be so clingy and all she would want is money because that's what commoners are like. That's all they do-leech off others.