Page 56 of Billionaire Boss


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“Hello, Layla. How have you been?” I asked.

“I’m great! I am going on a date with my partner today.” She was glowing, and hearts were coming out of her eyes. Date. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been on a date. “I wanted to ask you if you know about the event next week?”

“Event? No… I don’t think so.”

She sighed. “It’s a bit weird. We have never had a team building event, but I received an email to share ideas about it. Anyway, I’ll get going, or I’ll get late. Bye!”

I waved at her and watched her step out of the revolving doors of the building. Seeing those doors made me chuckle, remembering how childish Damon and I had been at the charity event I hosted.

“What are you laughing at?”

I smiled at Damon, his gray eyes, and pointed at the revolving doors. “How you suck at being a gentleman sometimes. Remember?”

He scoffed and wrapped his arm around me, even though we were surrounded by employees. “If I remember correctly, I sucked your clit very well a few minutes ago. Remember?”

Color slashed my cheeks, and I pushed him away. “Shutup,” I mumbled and hurried away.

His soft chuckle followed me, and I was surprised his driver wasn’t present as he opened the passenger door for me.

“So, where are we going?” I asked, strapping on the seat belt as he started the car.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes and looked at the gray skies. “It looks like it might rain today.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let rain ruin our plans,” Damon said, his voice firm.

I believed him. He was stubborn and always got what he wanted.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You already did,” he smirked at my poker face and sighed, “Fine, ask away.”

“How come you never dated anyone before?” I asked, curious about his answer.

His knuckles turned white as he maneuvered the steering wheel and cleared his throat. “I didn’t have time.”

“Come on, everyone says that. You must have your reasons.”

“If I tell you, you’d have to tell me something too,” he said, looking at me before averting his eyes back to the road.

“Deal.”

He took a deep breath and said, “I… I had issues with Drake. My dad is—was a porn producer—Don’t ask. So, our house was filled with porn stars, and after one after-shoot party, I called it quits and moved here.” He swallowed and continued, “My father didn’t want to support me since I didn’t agree to live with him, and Dorothy didn’t know or didn’t care where I was. So, I was on my own for a few years.”

I laid my palm on his hand that rested on his thigh and squeezed it. “I’m sorry. That must have been very hard for you.”

He chuckled, but it was devoid of any emotion, and I wondered how much he had struggled with to be where he was right now. No wonder the death of his mom made him feel angry. He had no one from the beginning.

“It’s okay. Remember the deli I took you for lunch?” When I nodded, he said, “The owner, Nina, knew about my situation and helped me. I stayed there with her family for years before I got a job.”

“No way! Their baked ziti was so good!” I grinned and shook my head. “I can’t imagine grumpy young Damon washing dishes and serving that delicious baked ziti with a scowl on his face.”

We both chuckled at that. I smiled, looking at his side profile. I never knew about that, and I was sure Emma didn’t either. I always thought Damon Grant was the most mysterious person ever, but I didn’t realize he wasn’t mysterious. No one ever asked him about stuff and had a decent conversation with him.

“So, you worked hard, opened a sex club, sold it to take care of Moore Beauty, and now you’re fake dating the sexiest actress of a trending show. Seems fair,” I said with my chin high.

He glanced at me as we stopped in front of a beautiful restaurant. “Mhmm, seems fair.”

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