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“Tell me. I’m willing to make a few arrangements,” he said, sliding his hands in his pockets.
“Why are you being so stubborn about it?” I asked. “We had sex. Rough sex with a D/S kink and… and you’re Emma’s brother!”
“That didn’t stop you from kissing me on your prom day.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t want to argue about what happened in the past.”
“Then forget about it,” he said harshly, his words cold, making me stiff. “We are both adults, and we can have a professional relationship… without thinking or talking about how much we enjoyed that night.”
I knew he was going to say something else. He was holding himself back.
“Say it,” I said, crossing my arms. “Whatever you were going to say.”
He stared at me for a moment, thinking if he should say it or not, but I was also a stubborn piece of ass.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and I nodded. He moved closer and, averting his eyes from my lips to my eyes, he whispered, “I was going to say that we don’t have to talk about how much you loved getting your pretty pussy spanked and how gorgeous you looked making a mess on my cock.”
My thighs clenched, and I blinked hazily at him, his pupils dilated, with a slight flush to his cheeks. Damn him!
“I… I-I can’t,” I said, my voice barely audible as I pushed him away and walked out of his office. The cool air felt like a splash of cold water on my skin. I ignored the assistant’s narrowed eyes and walked to the elevator. My skin felt clammy, and my head was buzzing.
Did Rahul give me a decaf or something else? Because I was feeling jittery and—Shit! The paycheck.
I internally cried and blamed myself for having the luck of sleeping with Damon out of all the people.
“Heather, I need to walk. I’ll call you later,” I ended the call before she could ask for any answers and left the Moore building feeling anxious and unsure about my future. Thankfully, there were no paparazzi around.
How will I help mom and dad? What about her? I felt confused and conflicted.
Eyeing the tall buildings and bustling people, I hugged myself. It was a dream to work and live in Los Angeles, but the beaches, movies and even some people didn’t feel like home. The air was always humid or warm. I didn’t have my friends with me or my family.
I missed home.
I was passing through a busy deli when I heard someone call my name.
“Summer?” I froze, hearing that voice. “Summer fucking Hayes, is that you? Oh, wow!”
I took a deep breath and forced a small smile as I turned around to meet one of the douchiest guys on the earth, my ex-boyfriend, Garrett.
Unfortunately, I was unlucky and clumsy at the worst time and my heel got stuck in the groove on the ground, making me wobbly and ready to high-five the granite with my face.
Before I could curse, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and held me up. My eyes widened to find stormy gray eyes staring at me with concern before moving to my feet.
I stayed speechless when he kneeled and pulled out my high heel from the groove and held my foot, gently sliding it back into the shoe. He muttered something underneath his breath, and I clutched his shoulder when Garrett came closer, a pretty blonde in his arms.
“Long time no see, huh?” he asked with a cocky grin on his face that I wished I could punch. “Hearing a lot about you in the press.”
To make matters worse, he was unfortunately a celebrity journalist for one of the most famous magazines. I’d read his online articles, and one blog from him could ruin a celebrity’s life. He had already ended the career of aspiring models, actors- or actresses-to-be before their big break. He was ruthless.
“Yeah, hello,” I said, my voice sounding distant.
“This is my girlfriend, Julian. Julian… this is Summer. My ex from high school. You remember I told you about dating a cheerleader? That’s her.” He said her like he was proud of dating me for a week, fooling around with me in a locker room, spreading disgusting rumors, and ruining my prom.
No wonder he was the most hated celebrity journalist today.
I smiled at his girlfriend, who looked too pretty and too kind to be with an asshole like him, and shook her hand. “I’m Summer Hayes, and this…,” I trailed off, looking at Damon who was glaring at Garrett and his mopey brown hair. I looked between them and realized the stark difference. Even Julian was eyeing him. Of course, she is! Garrett was cute as long as he didn’t open his mouth, but Damon? He looked like a freaking Greek God compared to him with his tall height and tailored, expensive suit with a Patek Philippe on his wrist.
“This is my boyfriend, Damon,” I said with a small smile, hauling him closer and wrapping my hand through his arm.
