His Reluctant Heart

t he could not move his hand. He opened his eyes and saw an angel sleeping beside him, her body on to

man in a gown, her gorgeous hair, her blue hazy eyes staring at him from

looked at her again. She was sleeping peacefully beside him, naked. His

e a rule for himself that he would only fuck the escort once. This was so they w

and he still remembered how they started acting like h

othing but a vessel to fill with my cum

't that. He slept with tens of beauties, even more beautiful than her, but lost interest after the first sex. He drew near, his hand cares

be reall

Then he got up from the rug on the floor and wore his clothe

th her, and now he pauses and thinks of a way to process his emotions. So he reaches out his hand in o

es to a cold and not-involved expression. He would not have

he confusion in her eyes was mixed with pain. A tinge of guilt pric

istraction," he mocking

n turned to Amara and said, "I

d Damian with a twinge of guilt, but he dismissed it as he a

up her things and walked out. He had pushed her

on in her eyes. He felt a pang of regret, but he didn't apologize. Ins

dashed into his house. He just remembered that he had some people to interview today and he

ting with potential workers in his company. He phoned his f

bathroom, had his bath,

ce, one hour later than the in

for his help so f

is company, while those who wanted to hold more technical posts and who h

missing some. He was pissed off at the ones who

break between the interviews and tell them to return, he refused and went ahead with them. He was the type

to his P.A., after interviewing a fat man, who waddled lik

There's o

sked, rubbing his te

d and that she could come tomorrow, or a

end he

ght,

amian sipped some water and used a

top as he awaited the arriv

Wilson entered the office. She had a radiant grin that bri

to Damian's questions. Her ideas for promoting Damian's business were creat

iration for Emily grew. In fact, he was beginning t

something. For a brief moment, Emily's gaze shifted to the w

looked closer, and his heart sank. It was a s

eally? His eyes immediately perused her resume

continued, "Tell me, Emily," in a steady, lo

e composed herself. "I'm a marketing special

Really? Because I think you

as her eyes blazed with terror. "I don't k

me, Emily. I know exactly what you are. You are a spy who has

k in her chair, her face turning white. Steeling

Langston ag

ed his eyes and

say. I nearly fell for yo

hum. Damian's gaze never left Emily's face as the ramifi

pack and left. Damian sighed heavily and sat back on the chair. This was

o just conti

re him, Damian's mind kept going back to Amara. He kep

the bar and the way she had smiled at him. He thought of

wed. He scarcely needed this kind of diversion. He needed t

ing special, no matter how hard he tried. He wondered if he wou

of the hours. He couldn't concentrate on his ass

room restlessly. He had to get Amara ou

. He appeared drawn and exhausted, and he br

ng the doubts aside. He was Damian, after all. Amara or anythin

e glass, he could not shake the fe