The Game Of Love (#1)

Chapter-10 Yes!

"You see, I am not a patient person, Hazel," Damien muttered as he dragged her up the stairs. "I wanted to take this slow, discuss everything first, have a nice cozy dinner, and then...the real show. But you made me very impatient,"

"I want to have dinner first," Hazel blurted out and Damien halted, staring blankly at her. That was a lie. Dinner was the last thing on her mind but she needed a moment to gather herself first and somehow Damien doesn't seem big on the time factor.

"You want to eat now?" He asked, looking baffled. "Seriously?" Hazel nodded her head slightly and he sighed. He turned and dragged her down the stairs again. 

 The place was so huge that Hazel was sure if anybody left her alone here, she would get lost. He hauled her through the short corridor towards the right of the double doors and Hazel was surprised to find herself in another palatial room. It was almost similar to the living room and was the kitchen and the dining area combined. She doesn't think if she has ever seen a kitchen this big and sleek anywhere except for in the television. All dark marble and stainless steel countertops, fancy lighting and decorations, and the brilliant view of the city. It would be such a pleasure to cook here, she thought to herself.

"Sit," Damien commanded, pulling out the cute little white counter chair for her. On the other side of the huge room, in the very center was the ten-seater dining table, elegantly decorated with flowers and expensive linen. A beautiful crystal chandelier hung above it and Hazel immediately knew that it alone must cost a fortune. She couldn't even fathom the price of this entire apartment. Not even a vague guess.

"Do you live here alone?" She inquired as Damien popped two already served plates into the oven and poured them another glass of champagne. He looked up and nodded his head.

"Of course, I do," He answered. "I don't like to live with anyone. I like to have my own space, a lot of it,"

"Yeah...I can see that" Hazel muttered drily, wondering why the hell would a guy who lives alone would need a ten-seater dining table. Damien smirked as he set the plates of food and the champagne on the counter before sitting down beside her. Hazel stared at the plate which looked like a piece of art and realized that she actually was famished.

"Do you cook?" She inquired and Damien snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Do I look like the cooking type to you?" He demanded and Hazel shook her head. He looked the type who could destroy with one look but she kept that to herself. He was already so high and mighty about himself. Almost self-obsessed. No need to add upon it.

"My housekeeper does. She is an amazing cook," He said, his eyes shining at the mention of her name.  "Fettuccine alfredo with scallops, good for you?" Hazel nodded her head. She was famished but she wasn't very sure exactly what for. She bit her lip as Damien watched her, while taking slow sips of his drink and felt like she was sitting near a fireplace for something. It was too hot. 

"I know what you are trying to do, Hazel," Damien whispered, rolling some pasts on his fork and holding it out for her. "Open your mouth," Hazel did as he instructed and he popped the pasta in her mouth, his eyes darkening as her lips closed over the fork. It was delicious but she couldn't focus with Damien's eyes stuck on her lips. She took her time to chew and his eyes darkened further. He leaned closer and sucked at her lower lip slowly, pulling at it lightly with his teeth. Hazel's breathing accelerated at the contact and she tried extremely hard to stay calm. 

"You got some sauce there," He said huskily, moving away. "You can keep me waiting for as long as you want but it won't do you any good,"

"And what if I don't want to?" Hazel challenged and Damien smirked, shaking his head.

"You can lie all you want but your body is telling me otherwise," He said, taking a sip of his drink again. "You are flushed, your pupils dilate every time I get close and you are pressing your thighs together, Hazel. You want me just as much I want you, isn't it?" Hazel was speechless. And she knew it would be pointless to keep lying to him when he could already read her body so well.

"Now...if you will finish your food so that we can get on with the main show," He whispered, making Hazel quickly tend to her food. "As I said, patience is not my thing," She finished it in quick time, barely tasting it. Anticipation unfurled in the pit of her stomach like a red carpet and she could barely breathe. She knew when she came here what was going to happen. But she didn't expect things to turn this way, so heady and intense without him even touching her yet.

"Come on. I think we have eaten enough," Damien whispered, hauling her up. They took the stairs once again and came to another passageway, the walls adorned with beautiful paintings and the corners decorated with huge flowerpots. He walked past the informal sitting area that looks down at the living room and opened the first door to his left.

"I will give you a tour later," He murmured, turning on the lights as he shut the door behind him. Hazel almost stopped breathing as she stared around at the palatial bedroom.

They could practically play baseball here. Unlike the creams and grey theme of the entire apartment, Damien's room was all black and that made it look even more sleek and modern. In the center of the room was a palatial four-poster double bed with black silk sheets and pillowcases. There was a single-seater couch in one corner and a huge flat screen on the other side. The wall to her right was all glass, giving in a spectacular view of the city. In front of her, there were two long glass divider opposite each other that divided the room into two parts with a sliding door attached to it. Between them was a narrow passage with two doors at each end

"My walk-in and the bathroom," Damien said pointing towards them. "And beyond this wall, it's the recreation area with a bar and beyond that, the balcony with the best view of the city. This is my favorite room in the entire apartment,"

Hazel was literally aghast by the amount of space and luxury this guy had at his disposal. He indeed loved space. And art. The walls were adorned with mundane pieces of artwork, including a display made out of old records. It was beautiful but she still just couldn't fathom how he can live all alone here. It was weird.

"I would really love to f**k you in the balcony someday," Damien whispered, standing behind her as she gazed around. "The beautiful city at my feet and beautiful Hazel Connery under me...could there be anything better than that?"

"Are you always this blunt?" Hazel demanded turning to face him and Damien smirked at her.

"I like to call spade a spade, baby," He said, his eyes somehow glinting in the mellow mood lighting of his room. "I don't like to use stupid terms like lovemaking and screwing, intercourse bla bla. I am going to f**k you and there's no other meaning behind it so why bother? I am a very straightforward person, Hazel. But it's okay...you will get used to this and what's more you will love it if I talk dirty. It's going to turn you on big time," Hazel stared at this breathtaking man and she was already very turned on just by the looks of him.

How could anybody be this good-looking? It was insane.

"So...now what?" She whispered and Damien smiled at her. Now he was the one playing around.

"Go stand in front of the bed," He ordered and Hazel turned on her heels immediately, taking her position as he commanded.

A part of her felt wrong. She was literally jumping into the bed with a guy she met five hours ago. That was so not her. No dates. No nothing to know more about him. Just a disgusting encounter six months ago. But in the same breathe, she wanted him. Against her better judgement. Damien evoked a thrill inside her and the moment she placed her foot here, she hasn't been able to think of anything except for him. The worries that clouds her mind all day, everyday just vanished and that for her was more than enough of a temptation to tread over this unknown territory. She was grown up with the luxury to make her choices by her self. So she reminded herself that there was no need to feel guilty.

Damien gazed at her and slowly started to unbutton his shirt, all the while maintaining his distance from her but never leaving eye contact. Hazel gulped as slowly little by little she started to get a glimpse of his body. Oh-so-slowly as if a curtain unfurling. She almost stopped breathing as he took off the last button and shrugged the shirt off his body, standing semi-naked in front of her. Hazel couldn't take her eyes off him even if she wanted to and she was damn sure she could stare at his body all day every day. There was just one word to describe it and that was... perfect.

He was built like a brick shithouse but yet not overboard like those bloody gym freaks. It was just perfect. His barrel chest made her itch to run her nails down it and now she realized the reason why his shirt almost looked like it would tear apart into two. Her eyes reluctantly moved down from his chest and roamed across his six packs, each muscle so precisely defined as if someone drew on his body with a marker. His s*x lines made her mouth go dry as hay. She has never seen a guy with those unless the hot male models posing for magazines and hoarding. Damien's formed a perfect V just like them, even if half of it was still covered by his trousers.

 He was watching her as intently as she watched him. His biceps were bulging and Hazel noticed that his right hand was covered completely in tattoos. He was the perfect man. The definition of alpha male and Hazel wanted him as badly as she has never wanted anything in her life before. She wanted all of him and out of nowhere, there was an urge in her to please him. The possibilities that lay ahead of her, she could almost taste it. The thrill...the adventure...everything will be at her disposal. All she needed was to say yes. That's all.

"Like what you see?" Damien asked, sauntering towards her, slowly as if a tiger walking towards his prey. Hazel nodded her head and he smiled looking pleased.

"This can be all yours for the next three months," He hissed, leaning down and sucking at just the place on her neck where her pulse thrummed against her heated skin while slowly running his hand up her thighs. Hazel groaned as desire blasted through every part of her body in the blink of an eye.

"All you need to say is just one word, baby. Just one damn word. Say it," Damien continued. "Let go of all your control and let me take you on a ride for life. Say it for me, Hazel. I am getting impatient here. I really do want to fu...no, just for you tonight let's just say make love to you and make you scream my name so loudly that everyone will know that you are mine. Say it, please,"

"Yes," Hazel cried out biting her lip, her mind haywire with desire. Damien looked down at her and smiled, his eyes darkening.

"Now that's like my girl," He smiled, pulling the zipper of her dress down at a leisurely pace. "It's time to have fun now, baby girl," Hazel dragged her eyes to his face and she knew instantly.

It was going to be a night she will never forget..

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