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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.
From what I had read, a paparazzi guy entered her co-star’s trailer and found two men naked and her in tiny clothes. To make matters worse, she had punched the guy, and he had sued the ass off her, but her lawyers must be good, because the pap had vanished. But the video clip was still trending everywhere, and she was now a famous meme. It was worse than the previous Oscars.
I didn’t care that she had threesomes with her co-stars, or orgies. I just had to appear at the charity dinner for the homeless, sign some checks, and get the fuck out.
Not to mention, it would look good for Moore Beauty. That’s all I cared about.
Buttoning my suit, I walked into the main hall and ignored all the camera flashes and flirty smiles coming my way. I didn’t care. They would write a two-thousand-word essay about how rude I was at the charity or a fake rumor about sleeping with the competitor’s daughter just for more sales. It was all bullshit. I had seen my mother and how fame got to her head.
“If I looked like her, I’d have threesomes every day.”
“I know right, like she’s so lucky!”
I ignored the women talking about Summer that way when she said her small speech about helping the community she lived in and giving back. I was sure it was all written by her manager, anyway.
Thank God they were serving dinner straight after the speech. I was about to sit on the far side of the hall at an empty table, but one of the employees with an earpiece and lots of notes grabbed me and sat me down on the table full of famous models, actors and actresses.
