Damon yelped. He jerked back with full force and he wiped his mouth and Gosh!!there was blood on his mouth. She had really beaten him.

"What the heck," He glared at her. "You won't get many jobs if you behave this way, lady," he spat.

"Oops, my bad. Not really into kissing jobs you know, they aren't the kind of jobs I want."

"Oh! You want something extra then," Damon said, really annoyed.

"You would wish to have sex with me, but you won't kiss me huh?"

"I. Would. Do . No . Such . Thing," She spelt out at him, her nose flaming with fire.

"Hol up there. I think you are taking this prissy attitude too damn far, you can drop it now," She wasn't going to spoil what he is trying to do. He wants to show his Dad how he's becoming man by flaunting a high priced prostitute.

He doesn't think she would get paid when he laid this report against her.

"What prissy attitude are you talking about?" She sputtered.

"Some men may find your fetish attitude sexy, but sweetheart, I don't!"

He looked at the direction of the pool now. They had lots of onlookers now, including his Dad who was obviously dumbfounded.

Maybe all wasn't lost.

Damon dragged her roughly,"Come on"

She tries to jerk free from his grip, twisting sideways. His palms held both of her arms, he used the other hand to bring her closer making them look physically comfortable.

With one leg in a cast and his arms still healing from the accident, he wasn't strong enough to hold her for a long time. He used his back to shut the door and locked it.

He let her go at once and shut his eyes. Damn it! He had not really gotten used to doing physical things for a while. He did nothing more than eat, sleep and argue with his father in the two weeks he had been out of the hospital.

Damn! He never felt weak before. His head was throbbing again. For almost every time he tried to do anything physical.

"And what do you think you are doing?" His fetish lady raged at him. "Open this door, I'm leaving now!!"

Such audacity, he thought.

"No!"

Her blue eyes widened.

"Sorry, come again," She asked him now, ready to pounce on him.

"Just what you heard me say," Damon sucked in a harsh breath.

" You .. are hired .. here and you are going to stay, sit down," He said breathlessly

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She didn't.. she didn't sit down. Damn it! If his father came in now, his father would make a joke at him for not being able to control a woman.

"Damn it!! I said, ``Sit down!" Damon barked.

She shook her head

"I can't and I won't. I have to leave. I must have come to the wrong place."

"No, it's the right place. Relax, damn it! How the hell did you get into this line of work?" He muttered.

She straighten up and glared at him.

"I'm very good at my job, unlike some gender who doesn't have a reason for existence"

She didn't look like it. But maybe when she strips off, she would be.

There had been a heated kiss , just a few minutes ago. It was a big shame he wanted to enjoy that encounter again.

"Well you have to show me how good you are," He drawled.

She wrapped her arms over her chest. "I don't intend to show you anything, your opinion doesn't matter anyways. I barely know you," She sassed.

"You have to let me go,"

𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑝! He exploded in his head.

"Sit down," He bellowed.

The tenacity of the growling made her shiver in fear under the fetish behavior. She sat down on a chair without even knowing.

"Not there," Damon answered wearily. "He can see you there, sit on the couch,'

She didn't move an inch.

"He who? Who are you talking about?!"

Damon didn't answer. He was in pain that he couldn't form answers without being harsh on her. He just stood, teeth gritted and looked from her to the couch, expectantly.

He couldn't do a lot of physical activities right now, that's why he is using his tongue to persuade the bitch to sit down.

"I don't know why you are doing this," she muttered under her breath as she got up and moved to the couch.

"Thank you," Damon said with a tight lipped smile. When she was comfortably seated, he sat at the arm or the chair. He adjusted the towel he was wearing.

She looked at it, the color rose to her cheek. She glanced away quickly, her gaze going back to the door.

"Don't even think about it."

She looked at him, puzzled but she didn't do anything.

Thank God for that. The truth was he didn't have the strength to stop her.

Fortunately for him she didn't move. She sat right where she was, hands folded in her lap like some proper Sunday school teacher looking at him with a combination of wariness and expectancy.

To him, there was nothing sultry or attractive to him, except the way she kissed him.

"You haven't been doing this for long, have you?

"Five years,"

"Five years?!"

"Oh yes! I started working on my masters degree. I have excellent qualifications. I'm very good at what I do," She stated firmly. "I have references"

Doman couldn't hold his grin back. "I'll like to see them,"

Her eyes flashed blue flames at him.

"Unfortunately I don't have to show them to people like you. I still don't understand why you are keeping me here," She said. "I must have made a mistake and hit the wrong cottage. Please! I need to talk to Mr Walter."

"You are talking to him right now,"

"You are not Mr Walter! I have met him. Aging with grace and poise. He is much older and he has a mustache. He's……"

Damon sat up straight upon hearing that. She had met his father? Bloody hell!

He couldn't believe it. The old man might have had his side chicks over the years, but Damon never thought he would bring her home.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"My name is Lucia Stone," she said proudly.

Which meant nothing.

"The escort?" He prompted.

"Escort?" Her brows furrowed in confusion.

"What escort? I'm the nanny."

The nanny?

Damon gasped. He replayed what had happened . He felt proud and satisfied. He kissed the new nanny. He was impressed.

He was just in towels and before his father he kissed his half brother, Alex's new nanny?

No wonder his Dad was looking so appalled.

This was going better than he hoped. No matter how much his Dad had put him in the company, Damon never stays.

As far as he is concerned,Alexander, his four years old step brother, was the center of his father's universe.

Alexander was a golden child. Always cheery and smiley. Damon doted on him. He suddenly felt sorry for kissing his nanny. He didn't even know his step brother well. His Dad did all his best to separate them apart so Alexander won't be corrupted by his bad influence.

Although he had never come out openly to tell Damon to stay away, he had never told Alexander that Damon was a bad influence, but Damon didn't have to be told.

Nothing he had ever done had pleased the man. He had stopped trying to please him, for a while now. It was a lot of fun and interesting to be the headache in his Dad's head. As long as he could always get out of the door anytime he wants.

Since the accident, Damon had not been able to leave. As if the cast wasn't painful enough, the head injury he'd received in the car accident required him to be on medication. He couldn't drive until he was through with it, and his Dad had banned everyone from driving for him. Including a personal driver.

"You are making me a fuckin prisoner in this hellhole or what you call a house" Damon had shouted at his father .

"I'm training you to be a good son, son, '' his father replied. "Besides," he said scornfully, "you are jobless and useless, you don't have anything to do,or do you have a job?

Damon didn't reply that day. There was no point. His father had come to conclusions a long while ago that he was useless. Damon accepted that without an argument.

"It's time you settle down," His father had gone on not minding the implications of what he is. "But that's until you know how to control your own power, you'll remain here."

And that's it. No convincing or persuading him. Mr Walter could not be convinced. That's what causes their brawl. Like they had last week.

Mr Walter had gone to Damon's room, to convince him to start taking over the company's operations.

"Start taking over your inheritance,"

"I know all about my inheritance." Damon had retorted bitterly, not even considering it for a while.

"I'll make you what I want you to be! That's the last thing I can do," His father promised him as he glowed down at Damon.

Damon's jaws tightened.

"I'd like to see you try!"

"Would you son?" His father teased him quietly. "Count on it"

With that his father walked away heads high.

Damon had ignored it, ignored him. He was please, in the last five days his old man had been avoiding him completely. Guess his plan of making him who he wants to be didn't work out.

He was planning on getting out of here away from his father, away from all the demands and lack of trust. Away from the bitterness and daily battles. Away from the disappointment. He didn't need it, he knew that.

He wants Alexander to have all of it. The company, the distrust, everything that came with the package of being Mr Walter's son.

He looked at the woman sitting on the sofa

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She really looked like a nanny or a nun. Haha!