Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Claire walked to the bed and lay on it. Damien just denied her?

That was shocking. He never did. They'd had countless sex with each other.

Then, it meant nothing to them but now that she's in love with him, it means a lot to her now.

She wants his touch so badly again.

She pulled the duvet to her naked body and closed her eyes, trying to sleep.

Things didn't go as planned. Gonna face him again tomorrow.

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The next morning, it took Damien a whole two minutes to open his eyes even when he's awake.

Damn! He wish he could rest but he needs to fly to Italy in the next.....He checked the time. Gosh! In two hours time.

He got down from the bed. It was then he remembered that he didn't sleep in his own room. But the guest room.

Oh! Clara!

She'd tried to make him sleep with her but he declined.

Truth be told, it been long he had sex. It'd be so easy to get a bitch to fuçk but he just wasn't in the mood.

He found his way out of the guest room to his master bedroom.

"Shìt!" He cussed, seeing Clara's nakedness on his bed. The duvet hardly covered her body.

He tried to ignore the sight and walked to the bathroom to take his bath. He came out only to see Clara seating sexily on his lamp table.

This girl is just too stubborn and determined. He knew her for that though. But it's way getting out of hand now.

"Clara," Damien growled.

"Baby." Clara called almost in a whisper and seducing tone.

"Stop pretending you dont wanna have sex with me. I know you do." She added.

"Why do I feel like you're begging for sex." Damien glared.

"If it looks like i'm begging for sex, I don't mind. I know it been long you had sex. You can just begin with me. I promise to make it the best." She winked.

Clara got away from the lamp table and went to him. She held the knot that held his towel and pulled it away.

But he still had his short on.

"I know you can't push me away because you've always wanted me. Especially in times like this. Let's just be fuçk buddies then." She smiled, trailing her fingers over his chest.

Damien flung her hand away and faced her closely, feeling his hot breath against her face.

"We can never be that! Don't even dream of it." He snarled at her. " I give you five minutes to leave this house. I need to go somewhere and I don't trust you with my house."

"What do you take me for?" Clara glared, vexed up already.

"Everything. I take you for everything. Now leave before I do something both of us are going to regret of."

"Fine! But I will keep coming back to you until you fall in love with me."

"Don't dream of that, Clara." Damien stated.

Clara wore back her clothes before walking out of the room.

Damien sighed as soon as she left.

He continued what he was doing till he got ready.

He came out of his room and met Kimberly sitting on a his couch.

Wait! How did she get to know this place?

Damien didn't remember giving her his home address.

"How did you know my house?" He asked rather than saying a better good morning to her. The question was almost rude.

"Hmm....good morning sir. Actually, I asked Mr Ben to tell me where you're living. You might still be sleeping, forgetting about the flight."

She answered courageously.

What the heck!

"To remind me? And what if I was still sleeping?"

"I'm left with no choice than to wake you up. That's why I came early. If I had known someone was here to wake you up instead, I'd just be waiting at the office." Kimberly said.

She was almost smiling. She'd saw Clara outside who look like she had an heart break.

Damien knew where she was going to but he won't stand there and talk with his talkactive secretary this morning.

Nope, it's too early. Too early to argue.

"Are your things ready? What about the documents Sandra printed? Did you receive it or you forgot?"

"Ohh! I didn't forget. I brought everything with me. We can go now. I can hold the suitcase for you." She tried to collect his suitcase but the stare he gave her made her retreat.

"What's wrong with him this morning?" She mumbled as she walked outside first.

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Four hours later,

Kimberly and Damein entered the conference room and sat down. For hours, they talked about stocks, the goods and money they are gonna receive at the end of the month.

Kimberly wasn't even concentrating. She was feeling bored already and she dare not go out until the meeting is over. She kept yawning and yawning.

What a boring meeting!

No gists, No one is even laughing or smiling. Her boss had the hardest expression at the meeting. Everything is just business.

'Kimberly, get yourself together. You should be happy you got this job. Else, Pa john will have to send you out in the next two months if you don't pay your rent.'

Finally, the meeting was over. Kimberly's joy knew no bounds. She followed her boss sluggishly behind him.

"Thank God!" She blurted.

"Thank God for what?" Damien turned to her.

Arching his brows at her.

"The meeting was boring." She answered sincerely.

"No wonder you almost slept in there. Let's go out to eat. I'm famished."

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"Guess what sir?" The unknown guy spoke to the man in sixties.

"Talk to me, Bryan." The old man answered.

"He's here in Italy." Bryan replied him.

"Monitor his movements till he leaves for Germany."

"Okay, sir."

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