THE UNPLANNED VOWS

Damon Reyes didn't do love. He barely did names. The lady writhing underneath him had whispered something into his ears. Was it Tiffany? Or Trixie? Heck! He coul care less. What would be need her name for anyways.

When he was done, he climbed down zipping his trousers. "You know the way out." He said coldly as he tossed a wad of cash on top her laps without sparing her a second glance.

She blinked rapidly, as if it would clarify what she'd just heard. "Really? That's it?" She asked, hurt evident in her voice.

He just shrugged as he put in his tailored shirt, the muscles in his back flexing under the expensive fabric. "Is there something else? Were you expecting me to bring you breakfast in bed?"

"I'm not a common whore Damon. I am....

"See yourself out and Don't make me repeat myself."

He didn't wait for a response. He picked up his phone a d Walked towards the massive ceiling to floor windows if his suite.

He should've felt something-satisfaction, power, even boredom. But all he felt was... emptiness.

The soft clock of the door told him the woman had left. Once again, silence embraced him. It was heavy and suffocating.

His phone buzzed. One glance at the screen had his jaw tightening.

Father.

Damon almost ignored it. Almost. But he knew better. William Reyes didn't call to chat. He called to give orders.

Grinding his teeth, Damon answered, "What?"

"Enough games, Damon," his father barked without preamble. "You're thirty-three years old. The board is getting restless. Investors need stability."

"And?" Damon drawled lazily, pretending he wasn't already annoyed. "Get yourself a dog. They're very loyal."

"Don't play stupid with me," William snapped. "You need an heir. A legitimate one. Otherwise, the Reyes fortune goes to your snake of a cousin."

Damon's fingers clenched around the phone. His cousin, Brent, would burn the empire to the ground in a year if he got his grubby hands on it.

"You have six months," his father continued mercilessly. "Either you announce a wedding... or produce an heir. Your choice."

"I don't have interest in any of these....

"Then take your interest off the company, properties or any inheritance."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me right you bastard! If you don't give me an heir, you have absolutely nothing to do with me anymore."

The line went dead.

Damon tossed the phone onto the couch and raked a hand through his dark hair. Marriage? To some shrieking socialite desperate for his last name?

Not a chance in hell.

But an heir...

A child without the strings of a wife attached?

Now that, he could work with.

He poured himself a whiskey, staring out over the city. Somewhere out there was a woman desperate enough for money, desperate enough to carry his child-and walk away afterward, no messy emotions involved.

He'd make damn sure of it.

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By morning, Damon had already made his decision.