The Game Of Love (#1)

Chapter-2 Damien Hamilton

Damien Hamilton loved every bit of the fact that he was filthy rich. Sure he worked hard for that but what could be more satisfying than knowing that you have every luxury at your disposal no matter how outrageous it may be. 

Hell, if the world has to end tomorrow like that movie, 2012, he was sure he could buy more than one ticket of that expensive rescue ship people were fighting to get into. But why would he buy more than one anyway? Who was more important in his life than himself that he would like to spend such an insane amount of money on? No one. He was the only one in his life and as egotistical and selfish as that sounded, he intended to stay that way for as long as he would live. A carefree, wealthy life with no one to annoy or interfere with him. How lovely was that?

 He smiled like a fool as he stared up at the ceiling, completely sated by his satisfying night. Turning on his side, he stared out at the beautiful early morning New York skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows that took up the two main walls of his gigantic bedroom and sighed. If this wasn't heaven, then what was? On the fiftieth floor, in his luxury penthouse apartment, he felt nothing less than a king and in certain ways, he was the king. He was known as the 'Emperor' of the business world. He was just twenty-eight and his company Hamilton Group Of Hotels and Hamilton Constructions have branches in twenty-seven countries apart from the States. He was among the top ten billionaires in the country as per latest record and was probably the richest person in New York. Now that meant something, isn't it?

 His self-appreciation time was interfered with by Beyonce's voice booming through the speakers downstairs. Smiling, he sat up and stretched his muscular body. Climbing down the bed, he fumbled around for his boxers and grinned when he found another additional pair of clothing lying beside it. Snickering to himself, he picked the small barely countable piece of cloth in his hand, pulled on his boxer, and scampered downstairs. His penthouse on the Upper East Side was huge and because he lived alone, it just made it look even more gigantic. The only person who was allowed in here freely other than his most trusted, right-hand employees was his housekeeper, Mrs. Davidson. She was old and jolly and Damien adored her. And also she made the most heavenly egg tarts in the world. But he was certain that Mrs. Davidson wasn't the one listening to Crazy In Love at seven-thirty in the morning. He was amused at the idea, though.

 Damien stared at the enthusiastic figure in the kitchen, her back to him, and grinned. Damn, that was a mighty fine ass. He walked over, silent as a cat, and watched her prepare breakfast while enjoying the seductive song on repeat. She was wearing his shirt and through the see-through material, he could see clearly what needed to be seen.

 "You forgot something back at the room," He chuckled and Sofia almost jumped, startled.She turned to face him and he whirled around the lacy black cloth on his index finger.

 Sofia shot him a seductive look, licking her index finger free of what seemed like honey to him as she walked over slowly. She was a fine fine woman, there was no doubt. And in his shirt, with her naked body visible under it, silky blonde hairs piled up in a bun and lips glistening with the sticky honey she just sucked, it was a sight too intoxicating for his libido. He could feel himself getting hard already. 

"The CEO of Hamilton industries is playing around with his secretary's thong. What would people say about that?" She whispered, grabbing the thing from his finger and throwing it away as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

"Who the f**k cares about that?" Damien whispered, pressing her against his body and pulling at her full lower lip with his teeth that instantly won him an enticing groan from her. Man, this woman has the libido of a rabbit. 

Yes, Sofia was his secretary. She was excellent at her work and phenomenal in bed. Every penny worth of the money spent on her. She joined him some three years ago and ever since then they have hooked up now and then. It was hard not to. She was just too distracting, working around him in her tight skirt and killer heels. He had to have her, at least once.

 And it turned out that once was never enough with this woman. She was way too good and Damien couldn't imagine how her current boyfriend could be in an open relationship with her. Had he been interested in that kind of stuff, he would have locked her up for sure. But whatever, it turned out in his favor and that's what mattered the most. They both knew what they wanted from each other which was nothing more than raw, intense passionate s*x. And raw and intense it was. Almost animalistic sometimes and that was exactly what Damien Hamilton's style was. No strings attached, passionate, wild relationships.

 He didn't give a s**t if she was his secretary. He didn't believe in those stupid ethics that people make about employees being a no-go zone. If a woman was willing and eager and of course not underage, none of that stupid tags mattered. And with him, they always were more than willing.

 "I could take you right here, right now," Damien hissed, kissing her roughly, just the way she likes. Just the way he likes. "But, I am famished and I would like to eat now. And also...I would like you to run me through my schedule before we get distracted," 

"Your wish is my command," Sofia smiled, running her talon-like nails down his sternum. He hissed and grabbing the nape of her neck pulled her away from him. 

"Breakfast first," He said and Sofia rolled her eyes playfully. He let go and she prompted him to sit down at the breakfast bar as she laid out the food. All his favorites. He was impressed and wondered if he should give her a raise. She certainly was deserving, aside from their wild escapades. 

"You have five meeting scheduled for today. One at ten-thirty, followed by twelve, twelve-fifteen, half-past one, and the last is a lunch meeting with Mr. Denver about the new project in Michigan. Then you are free for the rest of the day but..." She paused and stared at him cautiously. 

"But what?" Damien demanded, taking a sip of his orange juice. 

"You are supposed to meet up with Richard tonight. At his club," She answered and Damien grimaced, his earlier cheerful mood already dissipating at the mention of his name.

 Richard Taylor was Damien's cousin, his rival, and one of those people he really loathed. Actually, it wasn't Richard he hated. It was his mother and his aunt. The vixen. But most of the time Richard ended up getting her share of hate as well. He was not that bad if he thinks of it but still, he was her son. So it all came down under one label: People To Beware Of. 

"Do you want me to cancel?" Sofia demanded, knowing only too well about the years of bad blood between the two brothers. Not only Sofia, the entire business world knew about that. Not that he cared. 

"No. Might as well just get it over with," He grumbled. "He has been pestering me for weeks now. I know what he wants and he ain't getting it. I will go and have some fun with him while I am at it," Sofia eyed him weirdly and then smirked. 

"You are a freaking bastard, did anybody ever told you that?" Sofia demanded and Damien raised his brows at her audacity, which of course he liked secretly. He liked dominant women. Women who knew what they want and didn't shy away from going for it. It was just all the more fun to pinion them down.

 "Did you just call your boss, bastard?" He inquired, c*****g his head to the side and fixing her with such an intense look that she could feel herself getting turned on just by that. Who wouldn't? No woman with a healthy libido will ever not be aroused by this fine piece of masculinity. 

"What would you do about that?" Sofia whispered and Damien licked his lips, getting excited already. "In the shower. Now," He commanded which Sofia was only too happy to oblige.

 There was no better start to her morning than this. But the thing with Damien was that he left every woman he ever touched, which were plenty, yearning for more. And the worse was that he was never available for more. Damien Hamilton was like a forbidden fruit that only a few get to have and just once. So that fact that she had him more than once, even if it was just wild, unapologetic s*x, was way more than she could ask for. In fact, compared to others, she was indeed special. Damien would never commit to a woman but he has come back to her again and again which was no short of an accomplishment for her. 

She stood under the shower, stripped and ready, the hot water cascading down her smooth, curvy body as he entered the shower in his naked glory. And she could already feel herself panting. The bloody guy hasn't even touched her yet. He was just captivating her with his molten gaze and added to it was the anticipation of what was to come. This man carried himself as if he owned the world and Sofia was sure to every other woman out there, it was a big big turn-on in itself. 

"Get ready for your punishment," Damien hissed, his eyes roaming over her body, and Sofia bit her lip. She couldn't be any more ready than this...

Champagne was Richard's one of the most successful ventures and yet Damien has been there all of twice at most. Clubs and bars were Richard's territory. Damien was never interested in investing in them. He saw the big picture from the very start of his career at eighteen years old, a trait he inherited from his late father. He was more interested in luxury hotels, casinos, resorts, and all that stuff. Not that his brother wasn't. Only he wanted to go all out and achieve everything at once. On the other hand, Damien preferred to focus on just one thing and blow it out of proportion. And so far it has served him better than his rival. 

He was ushered to the VIP lounge by Richard's secretary, Marcus and for some reason, Damien finds it extremely funny that he would keep a male secretary when there were so many beautiful women out there fighting for the job. Maybe, Richard preferred men after all. He chuckled to himself at the thought as he shoved through the Saturday crowd, towards the private area by the bar. His brother was sitting, facing the bar along with another guy he knew nothing about. He stood up, his face not rigid but not very welcoming either as he hugged him. 

"Brother," Damien smiled at him and Richard nodded, ushering him to take a seat. The other guy and his secretary retreated, leaving the two alone. Damien sat down on the couch opposite him and c****d his head to the side, as he weighed Richard's demeanor. He was distracted and something told him it wasn't because of him. 

"How's life?" Richard inquired, his grey eyes assessing him as well. This dude has been serious all his bloody life. He needed to loosen a little and Damien could easily help if he let him. But Richard and he, were poles apart in every possible subject so Damien's definition of fun doesn't quite fit with Richard's. 

"Smashing. As always," Damien answered breezily. "And I guess yours has been equally miserable? With the old hag around you all the f*****g time, anybody will be miserable,"

 "She is your aunt, Damien," Richard prompted, not angrily but more like an older brother trying to deal with the errant younger one. Except both Damien and Richard were the same age. Yet, the way the latter carried himself, he seemed a couple of years older than the former. Damien opened his mouth to say something but stopped as he noticed Richard's eyes stuck on the bar.

"She is my nothing," Damien said flatly and Richard dragged his eyes towards him. He didn't seem pleased with the comment but he didn't reply either. 

"What would you like to drink?" He asked instead and Damien shrugged. 

"Moscow Mule for now," He answered and Richard nodded. He got up and walked over to the bar and Damien could sense he was only too excited to get the drinks himself when he could have asked any of these hot waiters, in leather hotpants to take their order. 

That piqued Damien's interest immensely. He flopped down on the couch Richard was seated a moment ago and watched his brother place the orders, actually waiting for his turn despite being the bloody owner of this place. He watched curiously and then he spotted the reason for his brother's exceeding interest in the bar. The pretty female bartender he was talking to at the moment. He leaned forward a little to take a closer look at the girl who has his boring, reserved brother impressed. She was talking with her eyes down as she feed the orders on the computer and Damien c****d his head to the side, as a swift memory fled through his brain. He frowned and as he sat there watching and a moment later the girl looked up and gave Richard a small smile. 

"Ah!" Damien grinned as the fleeting memory transformed into a more prominent one and his smile widened. 

This should be really fun...