Seducing The Billionaire Boss

Just crazy

Taking a deep breath, he reached out to touch her face. Midway, he was interrupted. What was that sound? It sounded like a phone ringing. He twisted his head around, trying to locate the source of the sound. When he could not, he turned back to look at her. She was fading, gradually disappearing.

"Wait!" he shouted, snapping his eyes open and abruptly sitting upright on his bed. The buzzing of his phone on top of his bed, beside his desk, drew his attention. So that was it. That was what rudely interrupted.

Sighing, he used his left hand to rake his hair. The second f*****g time! He had never once thought that he would regret the existence of phones. Speak about wrong timing. The phone was still buzzing, asking for his attention. Hissing, he climbed out of bed, picked the phone and threw it across the room.

"f**k you!" he said through gritted teeth. Ignoring the phone, he stripped and headed for the bathroom. He prepared a warm bubble bath and stepped into the Jacuzzi.

Sitting down, he relaxed his back on one surface and stayed motionless. He let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes, letting his thoughts carry him away. Who was this woman? Why does she have so much effect on him? He understands that she is beautiful, but he knew it was not just about beauty. He had met so many beautiful women, though not ones that matched up to her beauty. But there was something else to this, something about her.

He hardly dreamt, especially not about women, but this one? She has invaded his thoughts, including his subconscious. His dream was a result and replay of his fantasy and imagination.

When she left so suddenly yesterday, he thought about her all night. He did not even know when he slept off. It cannot be love because it just was not possible to fall in love after just less than 6 hours he spent with her. He did not believe in the love at first sight bullshit.

Maybe it was true for other people. It was not for him.

He knew himself well enough to know that it does not work that way with him. He was realistic and not some cliché freak. So what the heck was wrong with him? He decided to write it off as outrageous lust. So once he thoroughly rides that woman and completely satisfies his inhuman need, she would immediately and be off his mind like he never even knew her. All he needed to do was find her.

Smiling, very satisfied and happy with his interpretation of his recent behaviour, he finished up his bath. He entered his room to see his phone ringing again. He was in a better mood, so he went over to where he dropped his phone and picked it up. It was his best friend, Lucas, that was calling. He picked the call.

His voice came screeching from the other end. "What is up with you, man. Why are you not picking your calls??!! Jeez, what if I was dying and I needed your help. You would die with the guilt-"

"Well, you are not dying, and you do not need my help," Damien said, cutting him off. "Why are you calling?"

"You are such an ass. Could you apologize or at least give me a reasonable explanation."

"Nope, you are not my girlfriend. So why are you calling?"

"f**k you, bro!" Lucas replied, chuckling.

"You are the last person I want to f**k right now, Lucas, but there's someone I would rather f**k right this moment."

"Eww, bro, do not f*****g give that literal meaning. Who is this gal you would rather f**k?"

"Come over, and I might fill you in. Why did you call? Should I ask that hundred times more?"

"I will be there in ten minutes," Lucas said and cut the call without still telling him why he called.

Damien dressed up and headed down to the kitchen. His maid had taken the day off, so he helped himself with bacon, egg and cheese oatmeal for breakfast.

His cooking was good enough. It was one of the reasons his mom could not convince him to get married.

A few minutes after having breakfast, he heard a car parking in front of his house. That should be Lucas. He arrived in less than ten minutes. Not waiting for Lucas to knock, he went over to the front door to open the door.

"Whoa, were you standing right behind the door watching through the peephole? I was just about to knock." Lucas said, walking into the house. "What is it that you wanna tell me that kept you standing in the door, waiting for my arrival?"

"Don't flatter yourself. I was not standing at the door. I heard you drive in."

"Pfft, ok," Lucas replied, sitting down on a couch. "So what's up? Who's this girl that wants to take you out of your celibate lifestyle?" He said, smirking.

Damien joined him on the couch. "Her name is Celine, and we both know I do have a celibate life."

"Celine? Oh my, Damien, have you found her? Lucas asked, his eyes and jaw wide open.

"No, no, this is someone else. Someone I met in the club."

"You went clubbing without me?" Lucas asked, frowning.

"That is not exactly the point you should pick from that statement, Lucas."

"Well, that is what I picked."

Damien rolled his eyes. "It was not planned. I had a rough day at work, so I decided to go to the club to relieve the stress. Now can we go back to the subject?"

"So?"

"She is breathtakingly beautiful, with a body so perfectly shaped." He muttered, using his hands to form curves. "Lusciously curvy"

"You just have not gotten laid for like how long? One week now? That is why she seems like a big deal to you."

"Hell no! You need to see her!"

"She would be nothing I have not f****d". Lucas was frustrating him with belittling Celine beauty. If only he could see her.

"Damn! Shut up, Lucas. I wish I had a picture. No description I give right now will perfectly describe her because they'll all be understatements."

"Ok, ok, I hear you. So what's your point? You want to f**k her?"

"Yeah"

"Are you kidding me? You could have taken the girl to a hotel or brought her home."

"I did bring her home. " Damien said, sighing.

"And?"

"I did not. Something came up, and the lady had to leave."

"Then forget about her. She is just a random girl from the club. You can f**k someone else if you want to get laid. I could hook you up with someone."

"She is not random. I bet no one out of all the women in that club can match up even close to her beauty, and I do not want someone else. I want her."

"Ok, you are exaggerating. So what do you want me to do? Do you not have her phone number or house address?" Lucas asked, folding his hands.

"She left so suddenly I could not collect her number, and I did not drop her back home, so I do not know her house address."

"So, what do you wanna do?"

"I need your help."

"Me?" Lucas asked, amused. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You could help me find her."

"Find her? Damien! She could be anywhere. Do you expect me to go around the streets looking for her? Forget the woman."

"That's not what I meant! You are a social media freak. You could try finding something about her on one of your platforms."

"You're crazy, Damien."

"I agree. Can you help?"

"Yes, I could help you forget her by hooking you up with someone who will f**k the hell out of you, that you would not even remember her name." Lucas stated, glaring at Damien. "That is all the help you need."

"Lucas."

"What, bro?" Lucas exclaimed, cutting him off. "All you know about her is her name. You do not even know her surname or anything else that could help pinpoint her. Do you know how many people on social media have Celine as their usernames?"

"Can you at least try?"

"Damien! What has come over you?"

"We will figure that out later. Can you please search online for this woman?"

He was sure that his friend was under a spell. Lucas sighed and brought out his phone. He went first to i********:.

"I need a description."

"Red hair with blue eyes, at least, that is rare."

"On social media, Damien, the word rare does not exist."

Lucas searched up Celine and started going through all the profiles that came out. He showed Damien each time he came across a woman with red hair and blue eyes. Damien did not identify any one of them as his Celine.

They switched over to f*******:. They went on and on for over one hour.

"I am done doing this, Damien. I cannot believe I agreed to this in the first place. This whole damn thing is just crazy." Lucas protested. His eyes were beginning to hurt from looking much at his phone screen.

"Sorry for stressing you," Damien said, standing up and heading for his room. He could have done this himself, but he was not the one managing his social media. He did not have time for it.

"Today is Saturday," Lucas called out. "You know what that means. You will find another chick in the strip club. So get over this one because this is just stupid."

Lucas was right. Looking for her was stupid. Damien was just crazy, and he needed to forget her.

Or not.