The Game Of Love (#1)

Chapter-4 A New Conquest...

Richard looked as if someone has asked him to eat his own s**t and gross as that imagery was, Damien couldn't help but chuckle to himself. This was even more fun than he could have imagined. Damien knew what Richard was going to ask. But he didn't expect him to come more than prepared. How the hell did he find out about the bid director thing? Was he by any chance stalking him? The idea made him angry but he maintained his cool expression nevertheless.

"You are kidding me, right?" Richard snapped and Damien inwardly rolled his eyes at him. It seems like he knew nothing about his brother even after so many years. Damien was barely in the habit of joking when it comes to money. Money was not a topic you can joke about. He gingerly shook his head.

"I am perfectly serious," He answered. "Life is pretty boring, more so for you. And business deals are lame. If we can find an opportunity to make it more fun and invigorating, I don't see any harm in that. What do you say? If you agree, I will lay out the further rules,"

The idea just came to him as he stared at Richard and examined his audacity to blackmail him in his head. He could have easily said no and Richard wouldn't have been able to harm a single hair on his head. But now that he was pissed, he wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. Also, Damien could very well see that he was more than just interested in that bartender girl. Putting both of that together, he came up with the brilliant plan in less than five minutes.

The thing was, Damien wanted to take away something that Richard wanted badly. That would be an accomplishment. Not because he hated him but because he loathed his mother, who has in the past tried to take away everything that was his by all rights from him. It would be fun to see him suffer. And also, Damien was more and less bored in his s****l life. He wanted something different.

And this bartender girl, she interested him for some reason. Partly because she was not at all what his taste usually was and also because he remembered their brief escapade six months ago when he hooked up with her, accidentally. Like an asshole that he was, he had left money for her on the nightstand after they were done. But that was not what made him remember her out of the blue. It was the f**k YOU, she has written in bold on the twenty-dollar stack and left that did. That was an experience.

From the first look, she seemed a pretty ordinary girl doing an ordinary bartending job and honestly, Damien couldn't fathom what Richard saw in her. But he also knew that girls who look ordinary on the outside were the most wanton creatures inside. And Damien wanted to see what he can do with her. Even sitting here, with Richard gawking wide-eyed at him, he could think of endless possibilities about that. He could feel himself getting excited at the mere thought. He can't wait to start playing this game. Not that he was interested in love and all that crap, he had other plans for that part but he can't wait to see Richard loose and the little bartender girl under him.

"Are you out of your bloody mind?" Richard snapped, distracting him. "You are trying to use a girl you know nothing about as a pawn in some sick game of yours?"

"I told you...I have f****d her before," Damien answered, bored. "And why are you getting so worked up? You do realize that I am putting at stake something that is already mine to make it easier for you? If you win...not only do you get the girl but also the deal. No fifty-fifty. No nothing. All yours. It's win-win bro, of course, that is if you are scared that you won't be able to beat me,"

"Shut up!" Richard grimaced. "I am not a sick bastard like you. There's no way I am going to play so dirty with someone as filthy as you,"

"Well fine with me," Damien shrugged. "Then you kiss the deal goodbye. Goodnight brother. And oh...if you change your mind. I am just a call away," Richard scowled at him and he shrugged, before standing up and walking out of the noisy hole, feeling pleased with himself. Everything was in his favor after all. If Richard says no, the deal was still be his and he will go after the girl nevertheless now that she has piqued his interest. And if he agrees...well, then he couldn't wait to play the game of love.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Sofia, asking her to meet him at his place. This was the last time he was going to f**k her. He had found a new conquest and now he knew that no matter what happens, Sofia won't be able to hold his interest any longer. There was something different, a thrill about trying something new. Especially a woman.

When he walked into his bedroom, he was pleasantly surprised to see his secretary ready and waiting for him, wearing black lace undergarments and a silk robe over them. It was a sight to behold. Damien started unbuttoning his shirt and Sofia licked her lips at the sight of his chiseled muscles, taut stomach, and his fine masculinity that almost threatened to rip out of his jeans. She couldn't wait to get her hands on him. But she refrained because Damien likes to be in charge, he was the one who likes to initiate and Sofia can't remember if that has ever disappointed her.

"Welcome home, sir," She smiled coyly and Damien rolled his eyes playfully. Grabbing both her legs, he gave them a tug making her squeal as he dragged her to the edge of the bed. Leaning over her and staring right into her eyes, he slid his hand slowly under her lacey thongs and Sofia moaned, closing her eyes in appreciation as his hand slowly started to work its magic. He rubbed her just at the right place and she almost arched of the bed when he slid a finger inside her.

"Ah, you are always so ready," He smiled against her lips before claiming it roughly, all the while his finger and hand driving her to the edge. Sofia could barely keep track of what was happening around her anymore as her legs started to stiffen, a telltale sign that she was near. Her nails dug into his rock-hard smooth back and he increased the pace, sliding another finger inside.

"Go...let go now," He hissed in her ears , before biting at her earlobe and Sofia almost screamed out as the orgasm jittered through her body, her lungs struggling for air. Damien withdrew his hand and grinned at her.

"Now my turn," He whispered and Sofia couldn't believe that with her insides still pulsing from the aftermath of the orgasm, she was ready to take him again. That was the effect, Damien Hamilton had on a woman.

"I want you to do a background check on someone. I need it the first thing in the morning," Damien ordered, propping up on his elbow. He was still inside her but he liked it that way. And it was not like he was done for the night anyway. They were just taking a pause.

"Oh?" Sofia inquired, looking curious. "Who is it?"

"A girl," He smiled, and he could feel himself getting turned on just at the mere idea of the chase. "She is a bartender at Champagne. I don't know her name so I leave it to you to figure that out. I want every detail on her no matter how big or small...down to her shoe size. And also ask Mr. Harris to prepare a contract. Ask him to stop by my office tomorrow and I will let him know what I want. Okay?"

"Wow...I can't believe you are asking me to check on your next conquest most probably, while you are still inside me," Sofia feigned irritation and Damien laughed, kissing her chastely.

"You know me," He winked and she rolled her eyes at him. Of course, she knew him.

"So...you are interested in a bartender now? What's with your taste?" Sofia inquired, and she felt a little angry at the disappointment she felt inside.

"You can't eat the same kind of food again and again, can you?" He demanded. "Life is all about experiments baby, you gotta try new things,"

"Hmm...so that does that mean, I won't see you again?" Sofia asked and tried not to sound too...desperate.

"You know me...do I look like the monogamous type to you?" Damien said, making a horrifying face. "I just have my plans...there's a game I need to win. And it's all a part of that,"

"What game?" She demanded and he smirked, lying back on his arms and staring up at the ceiling.

"The game of love," He answered and grinned to himself. He couldn't just wait to play...

*And he definitely couldn't just wait to...win...*

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