Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

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Today, I would sneak into Julian’s house to find out what he’s hiding. It was decided. I was prepared.

The problem now is that I need proof. Proof that I am not just being a nosy nanny. Proof that I am not just being delusional. I’m standing in front of Amelia’s office, but I’m too scared to go in because I suspect Damien might be inside with her or, worse still, inside alone.

Think of that man whom your mother likened to the devil. Who everyone knows is a temptation. That is Damien. If I go into this office, he will flirt with me.

Damien is a Greek god, and I’m a horny woman, which is not the right mix. It’s the kind of combination that leads to disastrous sex. I am not ready to destroy my life yet.

I’ve been avoiding every contact with him because I don’t want to be one of those women fighting over him on the news and in magazines. Rumors have it that once he makes love to you, you fall in love.

His aura. His playfulness. His beauty. Damien is irresistible, and I was just about to fall into his trial by knocking on the door, but I did anyway. I had to.

Damien opened the door and let me in. “You are here. Did you come to see me?” He teased, putting his hands over my shoulders.

I frowned. I did not expect him to be the one to open the door for me. Where is Amelia?

I looked around the office, hoping to see Damien’s mother, but it looked like she had taken a break, and Damien was taking her place. I wondered how a nice woman like Amelia could birth a man like Damien. Annoying, childish, a thorn in my flesh.

“I did not.” I rolled my eyes and pushed past him. “I have no reason to look for you, but since you are here, you might prove useful.”

“Finally! Like I told you, you will want something from me one day.” He chuckled, clasping his hands. “So what does high and mighty Sammy need from the low-life Damien now.”

I hissed, ignoring his sarcasm. I walked past him and sat down on one of the seats at the director’s table. Amelia’s office was quite modern after she did the necessary renovations to it last year. It had light decor, minimal furniture, and a well-stocked library.

Damien circled the table and occupied his mother’s chair. Intertwining his fingers, he rested them on his stomach, fixing me with the most solemn expression I had ever witnessed on him – a rare sight, as he was never serious. “Did the man you dressed up for on Friday pass away?” he inquired.

“What the fuck!”

I was not expecting that from him, especially with how grave he appeared. Damien is insane!

I wasn’t dressed badly. Was I? I wore a long white skirt and red shirt, and my hair was braided back by me this morning. I looked like a teacher. Last week Friday, I looked like a teacher but one who wanted to star in porn.

“Just kidding. You look beautiful every fucking day, Sam.” He added.

“Fuck you!” I spat.

Damien chuckled, clipping a hand on his lips to stifle his laughter. “Common, don’t be mad, love.”

“I’m not in the mood for your jokes, Damien. You should know I’m in a tight corner. If not, I won’t ask for your help. Neither will I be in the same space with you.” I said angrily.

“So, tell me already, what is so important that my lady Samantha is willing to put up with me?”

I sighed. I didn’t know how he would take what I was about to ask of him, but I had to try. He was rubbing off on me with his levity, too.

I haven’t even thought about how I will make my request. I decided to just go with anything that my mind came up with. “I need. I need Holland’s file. Please, it’s important.” I stuttered.

He remained silent, his face devoid of any emotion, maintaining the same blank expression he had when he inquired about what I wanted.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“No.” He snorted. “Isn’t the request incomplete? Usually, when a request like this is made, it comes with an explanation, don’t you think.”

“No, I don’t think.” I snapped.

“You are asking for a favor, Sam. Don’t let your anger get in the way.” He said calmly. I rolled my eyes again, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. Damien just knew how to get me on edge.

“Annoying piece of trash.” I cursed under my breath.

He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “What was that?” The smirk on his face made me know that he knew I wouldn’t dare repeat myself.

Why does he have to be so annoying?

“Why are you being so difficult?!”

“Because you, my lady Samantha, have finally fallen into my trap, and I like it.”

His blue, steely eyes met mine, and I saw something in them that I’d never seen in any man in a year. Love.