Chapter 75: Chapter 75

For the second time, Damien walked into another one of his clubs that he had never been in before.

He had hotels and clubs everywhere, but the ones in London were those he had never visited because of his past but since he was here already, he decided to take advantage of his time and visit as well as check on them.

His palms were sweaty as he parked his ride in front of the club and walking up the stairs to the bar, he was surprised when the bouncers in charge seemed to recognize him instantly as soon as they caught sight of him.

They greeted him respectfully, bowing a little and one of them offered to lead him to the VIP section.

Damien didn't argue at all, as he was too disoriented at the moment to reply to argue or disagree at all.

Not replying verbally to any of the greetings, he only waved them off and let the bouncer lead him to the VIP section.

Usually, Damien's eyes would be around the room looking for any signs of bad maintenance or signs that the club was thriving, just as he had thought some time earlier, but now he could barely concentrate.

This evening, he had a lot on his mind, and he barely noticed the designs and patterns of the club. If his mind was in the right place, he would have noticed that it was a little different from his other clubs, but right now, all Damien wanted was a glass of whiskey to clear his head.

As he finally got to the bar, he ordered some shots of vodka, noting that whiskey could come later.

The bartender also seemed to recognize him as the owner and treated him as such, taking extra care to attend to Damien like a special guest.

The shots came quicker than he expected and he wasted no time in gulping them down, shutting his eyes slightly from the taste. After he'd had a few rounds, Damien expected to feel lighter but he didn't.

That burning hole was still in his chest, as though it were permanent, and it annoyed him.

He ordered the whiskey after a while, and as he continued to drink, he could feel the eyes of most women present boring into him. Some who were bold enough approached him, but Damien just waved them off.

He couldn’t even engage in any small talk, as Mason's words kept on reverberating in his head over and over again, but that only prompted him to keep drinking.

"Hey, handsome.” A voice broke into his thoughts and looking up lazily he saw a young woman in a tight red dress smiling at him seductively. Without invitation, she placed her fingertips on his shoulder, stroking down his arm slowly, “You look like you're in need of some company, should I I keep you entertained?” She asked with a smile.

Damien tried not to lose his anger and say some harsh words at her. Women had been throwing themselves at him since he got here, and with the way he had been deflecting them all what other sign did he have to give to show that he clearly wasn't interested.

"I can make tonight much better for you.” She continued, apparently oblivious to the fact that he had flat out ignored her, "Just say the word and I'll make sure we turn that frown on your face upside down.” She whispered, leaning down so he could get a good look at her heavy chest, but all Damien felt was disgust.

Hissing, he waved her off pushing her off him, and looking embarrassed for a few seconds, the lady then left with a huff walking away.

Damien turned back to his drink.

He gulped down another cup then pushed the cup back to the bartender for more ice, and instantly his cup was refilled in a few seconds and returned to him.

Damien continued to stare absentmindedly at the glass, his head still preoccupied even after all the whiskey and vodka shots, and now he was being troubled with Mason’s talks and revelation, wondering if they were actually true, and that Madison might not be at fault for everything that had happened back in the past.

But why? Why didn’t she even say a thing back then? She could have confided in him and he would have listened. They would have gotten a solution somehow but no she had just ke…

"Stay the fuck away from her!”

Damien put his cup down, looking behind him in surprise at the sound of the voice, and he frowned when he looked at the other end of the room to see a small crowd beginning to form at one corner.

Listening more closely, he could hear the sound of women screaming, but he couldn't catch the words just well.

A sneer on his face again, Damien could already note that the noise was distracting and attracting unnecessary attention, and things like this were bad for business.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Damien motioned to a security guard close by and again just like the others, the guard seemed to recognize him, because he bowed in greeting as soon as he saw Damien.

"What's going on over there?" He huffed, a little ticked off, "These kinds of silly things are bad for business. Why don’t you have it under control?”

"I apologize sir.” The guard quickly said, trying to explain himself and letting Damien's know that these things hardly ever occurred.

Damien put up a hand, "That's fine. But I need to know exactly what's going on."

The security guard nodded, and then continued, "It appears that two men got into a fight with a woman. I'll go check on it and make sure the disturbance is stopped right away, sir."

Damien didn't know what it was, but something within pushed him to stop the guard.

Somehow, his instincts prodded him to go over there himself, and since he always trusted his instincts he decided to obey the voices in his head.

Raising a hand, he motioned for the guard to stop and go back to his position, and taking the last sip of his drink, Damien walked over to the other side of the room where the crowd still continued to gather.

He could still hear some women yelling, and it only made him move faster, and just as he walked it was only now that he began to observe the interior of the club, and the amount of people present.

He cocked an eyebrow, impressed. Surely the place wasn’t that bad at all, and he liked what he was seeing. However this wasn't the time to evaluate business, and if spectacles like this were a normal occurrence then some urgent changes needed to be made.

As he neared the crowd a few people moved away, bringing the main spectacle into sight.

Damien froze in his steps as a familiar flash of strawberry blonde tresses caught his eye. Two men stood in their midst, trying to grab hold of the woman as they laughed, leering at her.

"Madison?" He whispered in disbelief. His jaw falling open when he noticed her.

She was the one. And even in that curvy tight dress, the slender figure he would remember anytime even in his sleep stared back at him, and again he called out her name, saying it albeit loudly, “Madison!”

Instantly she turned and he saw that she really was the one. With their gazes locked on each other, Damien nearly staggered back from shock.

She was the last person he expected to see today, and after the revelation from her brother, all his words seemed to surface once more, making Damien wonder about the real truth. Pain squeezing at his heart on seeing her, Damien continued to stare at her, making sure he never took his gaze of her.

He drank in the sight of her, noticing the tiny, black dress she was wearing, and seeing how it was a revealing dress to say the least, he could se the eyes of all the men on her body, and Damien felt something kick in his chest, his blood seemingly pumping faster.

He hated the fact that she was there for all to stare at as they wished, and jaw gritting he clenched his feets at the same time too.

No one was allowed to stare at her like that. No one, at all and his frown deepening, he suddenly began to walk toward them.

…….

Madison was beginning to feel very lightheaded.

She usually never drank this much, but tonight was supposed to be special, and she had gotten so much to drink that she felt like she was flying.

She moved back to her table on shaky legs, putting the empty shot glass in her hand back on the table and taking a glass of wine, and as she continued to take small sips, she swayed her hips and hair to the loud music.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms grab her roughly.

Looking up in shock, she saw two familiar men that had been leering at her all night.

"W-what the fuck. Let go of me.” She drawled, pushing one of them away and trying to walk away but she only staggered backwards, making the wine glass in her hand fall to the floor with a loud crack, and that seemed to attract everyone's attention to them.

The men laughed at Madison, one of them quickly moving forward to grip her tightly.

"Ahh… come on, sweetheart. I know you want this. You've been shaking that ass for me all night. Don't think I didn't notice, now you definitely have to pay for that torture right? You made me horny, so you got to pay bitch!” He whispered into her ears.

She looked up at him in disgust, realization suddenly dawning on her. She was being harassed.

Grunting loudly, Madison tried to push him away, but her arms felt like jelly, and finally with the last bit of strength she could muster, she pushed hard against his chest but he still wouldn't let go.

Suddenly, he inched his hands up her torso and grabbed her breasts, squeezing roughly and she yelled out loud, her skin crawling in disgust at his touch.

She was already helpless against them and the other men around continued to laugh, throwing nasty comments at her.

"Stay the fuck away from her!”

Madison's heart pounded in her chest as she turned to see Gina, bounding through from the other side and as her friend approached them, pushing Madison away, she kept on saying, "Keep your filthy hands away from her, you disgusting prick!"

She quickly moved over to Madison who still couldn't stand steadily on her feet, as she just stared at the situation in front of them.

"Jesus, Maddie. You've had a lot to drink.” Gina whispered into her ear, rubbing her forehead and trying to lift her up but Madison just felt weak, and her stomach also continued to churn.

This was all her fault. She shouldn't have had to much drinks since she was one of those people who got drunk very quickly, and became a mess afterwards.

Her friends always called her a lightweight, and today she had been so happy tonight that she had completely forgotten. At the same time her eyes were beginning to droop.

Suddenly, one of the men pulled Gina back while the other one flung Madison to him, as they both yelled harshly, “Drop the act, alright? Fucking whores. There's no need to act all dignified now.”

"I am not a hooker!" Madison managed to yell, her legs still shaking, “I’m not a hooker and my friend here is not one too. Would you fucking leave us alone?”

All the men who surrounded them began to laugh.

“Right. Well you sure are dressed like one. I know your type, bitch!" One of the men spat out, forcefully pulling Madison to his chest despite her struggling and putting a firm hand on her waist, letting his eyes move over her breasts, he leaned in and placed a wet kiss to Madison's neck.

"Let me go!" Madison yelled, pushing away but to no avail.

"You taste wonderful, bitch. And with a soft succulent ass like that, I bet you'd be even better in bed.” He laughed, "Now drop the act. I'm gonna enjoy slapping that ass and I might even you tip you very well when we are done” The man said again laughing and leaning in to give her a forceful kiss.

“Madison!” Suddenly she froze, as she heard that otherworldly familiar voice from behind her and turning around she came face to face with the last person she’d thought she’d ever meet.

It was Damien, and with a loud voice, his order booming through the building he added, “Stop that this instant!"

Seething with rage as he glared daggers at them, he began towards her and Madison’s chest plummeted heavily.

What was about to happen now?