As she waited for Damian, she slowly put on her gears. She knew that Dominic would be at the dinner, so she needed some protection, just in case if anything bad happens. At least, if Dominic suddenly felt hungry and wanted to jump at Damian, she could protect him. She took out the dagger from her drawer and tied it to her thigh.
She heard the sound of a roaring engine and she peered out the window. Her eyes widen in shock and she couldn’t speak. Her eyes followed that dark red and black sports car that is now parking in front of her house. She swallowed at the sight and swallowed again as she watched Damian step out of the car with much grace and elegant. Her eyes moved up and down as she admires his perfection. His jet black hair was pulled back and his wearing a black Armani suit with a shirt of the same color of his eyes. His eyes moved along the house as he watch with interest how she admires his body while up in her room at her window.
Quickly, she ran down to the front door but it was too late. Her father had already got to the door and he is now staring face to face with Damian. Shane swallowed as she had no idea what her father would do. Oh! The embarrassment! She thought.
‘Good evening, Mr. Aragon.’ Damian said with a pleasant smile. ‘I am here to fetch your daughter to dinner.’ Damian added. But her father was still giving Damian that death glare. Damian didn’t flinched neither was he afraid, his face was completely calm. Then, she realizes that he must have done this a thousand times. ‘Why would you need to fetch my daughter to dinner when she would be eating at home?’ Her father said sternly. ‘Oh, I am sorry, sir. She must have forgotten to tell you. She has a date with me.’ Damian said again with a tone full of joy. ‘Oh, really? I don’t remember agreeing.’ Eric said sternly once again. Damian’s expression turns serious. ‘Sir, I believe her actions cannot be controlled by you. You may be her father but she is not your servant, she can do as she likes. Besides, I am sure I am not a bad person. I won’t bite.’ Damian is now taunting her father. She couldn’t help but admires the strong Damian standing before her. He is standing up for her. Eric groaned in anger. ‘Look, son, if she got even a scratch or she cried, I swear I’ll tear your skin out!’ Damian didn’t flinch but smiled brightly. ‘Thank you, sir.’ He said. ‘I’m sure she isn’t a weak woman. Clearly, I would be the one in scratches and pain when I go back not her.’ Damian said and turned his gaze towards Shane who was standing behind her father.
‘Hell yeah, Casanova, I’ll eat you up.’ Shane replied with a smirk. She heard her father sighed but she didn’t tear her gaze from Damian’s emerald green once. He smiled at her with amusement but quickly extended his hands. ‘Shall we?’ He asked ignoring Eric’s death glare. ‘Sure.’ She said as she smirked at her father. ‘But I want to drive.’ She said with a smirk. Instantly, Damian shook his head.
‘No way, darling. I just bought her.’ Damian said.
‘Ah, please, Damian, please. I can’t resist a Bugatti Veyron. Its top speed is 260 mph, its 8.0 liter engine and W16 engine, quad-turbocharged, equivalent to two narrow-angled V8 engine. Its roared will make your mind go crazy! There are only a total of 316 units sold! How did you get it?’ She said without caring the amused gaze Damian is giving her.
‘Haha, I’m Timothy Vleming’s son, darling. How else do you think I got it? I bought it, silly.’ Damian said honestly. ‘Oh, please, Damian, please let me drive it.’ She begged. ‘Not now, I’ll let you drive when we get back.’ Damian finally gave in to her but immediately sighed regretting his decision. ‘No backing down now, lad!’ She said it with a British accent and then happily hops into the car and slowly caresses the leather seat.
He smiled as he caught her smirking and shuddering at the roaring engine of his car. It can be helped; this car’s body and speed make his shudder in pleasure as well. He loves the way the car accelerates and the way the car would roar whenever he pressed onto the accelerator. He loves it all. But what he loves most is the way she just begged him.

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The Devil's Son: I Am No Angel
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