Faking it with Damian Black by Louise Jane

Chapter 41

Like a f ucking creep, I watched Millicent roll on her back on the bed, the

blanket sl*pping low on her waist. Even though the room was barely lit, I could

see the outline of her b*dy. Her ti ts straining against the silk fabric of her

nightgown, teasingto f ucking give in to this burning desire to take her.

I knew Candice would be coming over. I asked her to accompany Millicent for

the night, but she didn’t informshe’d bring that Italian punk who pulled

Millicent into a giant bear hug the moment he saw her. When Riggs, the head of

security. toldCandice had brought a guy with her, a nagging feeling settled

within me. And when I saw how Millicent’s face lit up. at the sight of him and

how she welcomed him with open arms, I nearly crushed my mobile phone

while I was watching the CCTV footage.

I meant to surprise Millicent by coming htwo days earlier than my

schedule, but I was the one bombarded with a n un wanted surprise hearing her

say I Love You to another man. Sure, I heard her call him her best friend, but it

didn’t lessen the force of jealousy that hit me.

I’ve known Millicent was special to me, but tonight’s event enlightened me

about how much I want Millicent to be mine. I don’t understand what I’m

feeling, nor do I have the word to describe it, and f uck if I know what to do with

it,

I lift the wine bottle to my l*ps, s taggering across the room towards the

balcony, welcoming the cool air blasting from the ocean as I slumped on the

outdoor couch. Resting my head on the backrest, I stared at the tw nkling stars

in the sky, cursing myself for feeling this way.

Millicent owesnothing apart from what’s written on our contract. That’s why

I left like a coward after hearing her conversation with that f ucking Italian.

“She owesf ucking nothinged, shutting my eyes. I can’t even hate her for

talking to that Italian punk.

“Damian?”

I

I remained unmoving, listening to Millicent’s light footsteps as she stepped out

of the balcony.

“What are you doing out here?” her voice was rough with sleep, and f uck if my c

ock didn’t like that sound of that.

“Go back to sleep. Millicent,” I said, keeping my eyelids shut. “You need rest.”

Then csleep beside me,” she suggested.

What a f ucking tempting offer. If she could read what’s running through my

mind, she would stay as far away fromas possible.

She stood in front of me, the calla lilies on her b*dy wash cut through the salty

ocean air, and her b*dy heat vibrated against my knee. All I had to do was reach

out and pull her onto my lap, then surrender to these unholy visions in my

head.

G od, f ucking help me.

“I will,” I murmured. “I just need to finish this.” Lifting the wine bottle up, I

opened my eyes and was met with the sight of the goddess standing before me.

Brown eyes glistened with concern I didn’t deserve, soft jaws framed with

golden hair, and the outline of a b*dy sculpted by the go d s themselves

beneath that thin red night down. Legs for days that I’d dreamed of having

wrapped around my waist a hundred times…

These thoughts need to stop right f ucking now. My eyes caressed her b*dy back

up until I met her brown eyes again; I took a long a ss sip of my wine just to get

my mind out of ravaging her b*dy like a starving man. My fingers almost broke

through.

the bottle.

“Are you… are you mad atshe bit her lower l*p, shifting all her weight to one

foot.

“I have no right to be mad at you.”

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Chapter 41

“You don’t, but are you

I smirked. “What if I am? What are you gonna do about it?”

She considered her response. “What do you wantto do?”

She was asking the right questions at the wrong tand in the wrong setting.

“You can’t givewhat I want.”

A gust of wind blew from the ocean, ushering a strong scent of her b*dy wash in

my direction. Millicent was busy combing her hair away from her face to notice

how my gaze licked down her b*dy once again.

“Tell me.”

Jaw clenched tightly, I debated lying to her face. After what she’d been through,

she needed a man who’d protect her, respect her, someone who’d put her first. A

f u cking gentleman.

It must be the alcohol or this f ucking possessiveness that I’d been bottling up

since this contract had begun because what cout of my mouth next was the

opposite of being a gentleman.

“These hands,” I lift my right hand up, “it’s itching to slide up your legs and find

out what you have underneath that skimpy nightgown you’re wearing.”

She gasped, eyes glazing over as she digested what I said. I expected her to turn

around, or better yet, sass nie off, tellhow I was stepping over the line, but

then she surprisedby staying rooted where she stood, throat bobbing slowly

as she swallowed hard. “And then?”

Knuckles turning white as I gripped the wine bottle. I set my elbows above my

knees; my dark gaze clashed with her glassy ones. “If I tell you, I’d have to act on

my words.”

It was a warning. She needed to make a decision because I wouldn’t have a

repeat of what happened in New York. She’s sober, and I’m f ucking drunk with

lust, salivating for a single taste of her. No amount of alcohol could make me

forget about this need to make her mine anymore.

“Tell me…..” her voice dropped, eyelids lowering as her l*ps quivered. Her b*dy

vibrated with anticipation of my response.

I looked away from her. “I don’t have a lot of self-control right now. You should

go back to bed.”

‘Stay away, Millicent, I silently prayed to the heavens.

“Is that what you wantto do?” She squared her shoulders, standing taller. “I

want to know, Damian,”

“You don’t want to know half of what I’m thinking.”

“That sounds like a warning,” she f ucking knows, and she’s playing with fire.

“That’s exactly what that was.” I trailed my gaze over her b*dy once again,

allowing her to peek at what was going through my head.

Millicent surprisedby stepping between my parted legs; her lithe fingers

grazed my hand as she took the wine bottle

from me.

“Gian is my friend and nothing more.” She set the bottle on the fioor, her face

leveling with mine. Her sinfully thin gowni was loose on the top enough to give