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“Aren’t you currently on the property of a man you viewed as a father figure with a collection of seemingly evil-wannabe stepmothers?”
“I, well, yes, but—”
“Cinderstella.”
A mixture of Cinderella and Stella.
Welp, I hated this guy. I also hated how clever the name had been.
“That’s not clever,” I lied.
“I don’t care, Cinderstella. Just move.”
I crossed my arms. “No. Not until we talk.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Move, or I’ll relocate you.”
“I’m two hundred and twenty-some pounds. I doubt you could move me.”
“I bench press double your weight in my sleep. Trust me, you don’t want to test your theory. Now, move before I really get pissed, Cinderstella.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Stop being that, then.”
“Well, you’re just, you’re, you’re the freaking Beast fromBeauty and the Beast! Before he transformed into a hot guy! You’re just a hairy, ugly, grumpy Beast!”
He took a step toward me and arched a cocky eyebrow. “You think I’m ugly, Cinderstella?”
“Yes,” I confidently stated.On the inside at least.Which made his outside appearance that much more hideous.Oh, Stella, the lies we tell ourselves.Damian Blackstone was easily one of the most attractive men I’d ever crossed paths with. Which made it that much more annoying.
“Good. I’d rather not have your eyes on me.”
I tilted my head up to the ceiling to avoid staring his way. “Trust me, that’s freaking easy!”
“Good.”
“Extra good!” I combated, feeling a pool of nerves and rage intermixing within my gut.
“Damian, please, a moment,” Joe said, breaking up Damian’s and my interaction.
With a sigh, he walked over to Joe. The two exchanged words with one another in low voices. I wished I was a few inches closer so I could hear what they were saying, but alas.
When they finished talking, Damian pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
Within a few seconds, he was standing back in front of me. He reached into the pocket of his suit blazer and pulled out a laminated piece of paper. A business card. He placed it in the palm of my hand. “Here’s my card. Call me if you agree to do this fucked-up arrangement.”
“But seconds ago, you said—”
“I know what I said,” he yipped, sending a wave of chills down my spine. “I changed my mind.”
“Why?”
“Because I did.”
I didn’t say a word, but my hand grasped the card. I stepped to the side of the door, allowing Damian the freedom to exit if he’d wished to do so. He took the opportunity and walked outside.
“Stop staring at my ugly ass,” he shot out without looking over his shoulder.
