Damian
I would be lying to you if I had told you I hadn't thought about her. She had in all honesty occupied my mind and the whole soulmate ordeal that Luke had mentioned had kept me awake. I sighed, exasperated once again because I knew she wasn't my soulmate and I was thankful for that because I didn't want commitment. I didn't want love. Love led to many things that I didn't want. I wanted that euphoric feeling of lust and fulfilment and she had given that to me and it seemed to my body that no other girl could give me that even when I snorted the white dust-yes I had resorted to that once again but, only once. Once it didn't work, I became tiresome and bored and began enveloping myself in work that I knew would fail anyway.
I sat deep in thoughts, tapping my pen against the desk until the door to my study swung open and I furrowed my brows, standing quickly. My eyes locked with the girls' and I began moving towards the her. She hooked her arms around my neck and before I could say anything, attached her lips to mine. I broke the kiss, "What are you doing here?" I spoke breathily. She shut the door with her leg, making it slam and making me stare at her with curiosity. "Adrianna." My voice was stern and again, before I could say anything she was kissing me. "The butlers, guards and maids remembered me." She muttered against my lips. "I told them I was your girlfriend, which was an obvious lie."
"What are you doing?!" I untangled her arms from around me and stepped away from her. I leant against my desk as she held her head low, sitting on the chair. "Adrianna-"
"What do you want me to say?!" She yelled at me, "that you were fucking right?!"
A small smirk played on my lips as I returned to my previous self forgetting the worrisome stranger that I once was a few moments ago, "that would be a nice start."
"This is so fucking dumb, I'm leaving." I heard her mutter and stand up.
I frowned, "sit down Adrianna, I apologise." I've been apologising to this girl too much, I never apologise to people but, why did I find myself apologising to her? And all the god damn time too? She didn't deserve my apologises and she was a commoner, which made it worse. Why would I, Damian Lockwood, be apologising to a commoner?
"I've been having a bad streak after the effects of our encounter wore off and now my bosses won't take it and apparently my potential has worn off and they want to take away my internship-"
"What company?" I interrupted her.
She didn't look at me, "ughyourfriend'scompany."
"Pardon?"
"Yourfriendscompany.
"Stop mumbling Adrianna." I gave her a look, as if I was telling off a child as my arms crossed over my chest.
"Your friend's company." Adrianna spat.
"Oh, Luke's or Vincent's?" I raised a brow.
"Luke's." She spat quickly.
"Hmm," I hummed, "last time we met he failed to mention he had employed you."
"I'm sure he doesn't remember all of his employees."
I let out a chuckle, "you made it easier for him to track you then huh?" Her eyes widened and she was about to speak but, I cut her off before she could start an angry rant. "I'll talk to him, problem solved."
"No!" She yelled and then quietened down as I raised my brow at her abrupt behaviour, "I don't want you to do that. I want to be able to achieve this by myself."
I bit my tongue from a remark leaving my mouth, impressed that she didn't want things handed to her on a plate like most of the girls I fooled around with did. "Why are you here then Adrianna? I have work to do. I'm not in the mood to be fucked over again and nor am I one to give things out to girls I've slept with."
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Heart's Desire
Teen Fiction-Book two in the Billionaires' Boys' Club Series- Damian Lockwood, has fucked every rich girl there is out there. He abides by a set of rules; they must have a job, they must be financially stable (acquire a certain amount of wealth), they must be a...