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That was the worst day of my life.
The day that everything changed.
The day I can never forget. The day I remember every single fucking day.
I strideinto the hotel’s entrance, flanked by my bodyguard. This establishment ranks among the finest and priciest in New York City, catering exclusively to the wealthiest and most influential clientele.
And I am their most valued guest.
In the lobby hangs a chandelier whose value surpasses that of an entire row of houses on your average street. Gold is everywhere. Security is everywhere. You can’t just simply walk into a place like this from off the street. It’s a long way off from when I used to beg for scraps just around the block from here. Even though I am rich beyond my wildest dreams, I still will never take all this luxury for granted.
You never can do so when you’ve lived on the streets.
I make my way to the front desk. The gorgeous receptionist has already recognized me before I even get to the counter. My name and my famous face go far in this city.
Without a need for me to utter a single word, the receptionist hands my bodyguard the key to my exclusive suite.
“The top floor presidential suite. As always, Mr. Penmayne.”
I’m turning to head to the private elevator when I’m stopped by a woman. She stands in my way, barring my progress.
I don’t stop.
And she doesn’t budge.
She wants something from me.
I recognize her face - some European supermodel making big waves in the fashion industry. I recall reading that she’s been voted the world’s sexiest woman twice in a row in one of those trashy magazines my father owns.
Tall, slender, flawless complexion, glossy black hair. Poised. She is the epitome of a stereotypical supermodel.
“Damon Penmayne...”
She practicallymoansmy name as she steps in front of me.
Oh, she’s good.
“Hello,” I say calmly. My bodyguard comes to a halt beside me. The poor man probably can’t hold back his erection at the sight of the supermodel.
The girl takes a step back, and I take a step forward. I still have my eyes on my private elevator. I have no patience for games.
“I didn’t know you were staying here,” the model says. She reaches out and traces her long fingernail up along my arm seductively.
I am unfazed.
“I frequent this place quite often,” I respond. “Consider me a regular.”
“I have no doubt you can afford it,” she says. “I bet you could even buy the whole hotel if you wanted to. I bet you have so many girls coming in and out of your room, what with your reputation.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Really? My reputation? Where have you heard that?”
“Just rumors,” the supermodel moans temptingly. “How about you change your reputation? How about tonight you just make it the one girl going in your room? How about you make itme?”
I would normally say yes to her, and I would be completely unattached to whatever happens next. It would be fun, sure, but nothing that would make my cold heart stop. I’ve only ever used girls for sex, nothing more. I like to be in control, especially over my emotions. I have come to understand that getting too attached, in my world, means certain doom for the ones I love.
“Nobody is coming in or out of my suite tonight,” I say,brushing off the supermodel’s hand before she can touch my face.
She batters her perfect eyelashes at me. “Really?”
