Damien
He had been watching her for days now. Perhaps he was a bit obsessed, perhaps not. All he knew was he wanted her and what he wanted he usually got. Damien smirked as he sipped the brandy from the snifter in his hand. he casually swirled it, admiring the light as it reflected off Amara's sun-kissed skin. She was a beauty, but she didn't flaunt it; it was almost as if she didn't recognize the power of her looks. His gaze burrowed into her, willing her to look at him. Then she did, but just as quickly dismissed him. It was like she was interested in someone else. His hand gripped the glass tighter. In fact, it was exactly like that. She had been looking around for someone since she had arrived, but who. Then it clicked. D'Mario. Damien sneered. That weak inept man was not worth her. Of course, he had noticed that she and D’Mario hung out a lot but he had thought it to be just a friendship. Apparently, Amara had other ideas. He rose slowly, straightening his suit as he went. He could, of course, call D'mario here, but then his beauty's attention would be snared by the wrong person. No, he wanted her attention all to himself.
Heading for the kitchens, he walked by different cooks and servers, ignoring the looks, and headed straight for the man giving orders. D'Mario looked up, startled by his sudden appearance, and nodded his head to him, lowering his eyes before raising them once more, " Is there something I could help you with, Sir? I wasn't expecting you to come back here so suddenly, was the food not to your taste, perhaps I could offer you something else from our menu?" Damien could tell that the man was nervous from the way he shifted on his feet, which positively made him gleam with satisfaction. This would be easier than he thought.
"Actually, you can. I want Amara, and you are in my way. She seems to have this foolish notion that you and she could be an item, but .." he paused, his next words coming out in a warning growl, " that is never going to happen."
"ye..yes, yes sir, it will not, she's just a friend, but I ...." D'Mario cleared his throat "I will not allow you to hurt her, she is a good friend, and I feel protective of her. In a big brother kind of way, so don't get any ideas about..." D'Marios eyes widened, and he fell silent as Damien's demeanor turned aggressive and he stepped in close to D'Mario, forcing him to back up.
" Actually, I'm calling in my favor. I have plans for Miss Amara, plans with which you will not interfere." Damien reached out, straightening D'Mario's outfit and dusting his shoulder off lightly.
" I would hate to hear that you suddenly disappeared without a trace.” D'mario swallowed, looking up at the man before him, debating his odds, but in the end, he simply nodded.
Suddenly one of his cooks approached him, asking about something, taking his attention away from the man in front of him. When he turned back, Damien was gone.
Damien turned the corner of the alcove exiting the kitchens and nodded to his right-hand man as he headed back towards the dining area, only to stop and smile broadly. His beauty was right in front of him, heading for the restrooms. He immediately moved to block her way, grinning down at her. Her eyes slowly raised to his, their color and shine leaving him stunned for a moment.
“ If you will excuse me, sir, I need to make use of the ladies' room.” she tried to push his arm out of the way only to find him unmovable. Huffing in irritation, she glared up at him in the most adorable way.
“ Can I help you with something?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, you can. My name is Damien, and I will be having the pleasure of your company this evening, pet.” his voice was deep but soft, his dominance coming to the fore. He grinned as she snorted and laughed in disbelief.
“ You have some nerve ..Damien, was it? However, I am previously engaged with my friend and have plans later this evening, so, I won’t be “joining” you for anything.” Once again, she tried to move past him, only to once again find her way still blocked by his arm. Ever his feisty beauty. He did love a challenge, and she was that and more.
“Ah, but you see pet, that is where you are mistaken..” he nodded to Markus, who proceeded to use chloroform to subdue her. Moving quietly but quickly, he swept her up in his arms as she collapsed. He took a moment to take in her resting features, only to return to his senses as he heard someone approaching. Looking to his right-hand, he turned and headed out the back way while Markus headed out front to get the car. His eyes met D’Marios as he passed by him, daring him to open his mouth. Only silence came from him. Good man, otherwise, he would end up dead. No one challenged him on his decisions.
He had made it his life work to make sure that everyone around him knew that he was in charge. His life had been nothing but fights and making money. It was just part of who he was. He grinned down at the sleeping beauty in his arms as he emerged out into the back alley and waited for Markus. It didn’t take long before the sleek black lincoln pulled up with dark-tinted windows. Markus hurried out and opened the back door so he could slide in with Amara.
He wondered how she would react to waking up in Russia. Probably ready to fight. His mind wandered back to the first day he had seen her. She had been walking a client out of her office. Not a care in the world to what was around her; her only focus was on the client and their satisfaction with the company. Her laughter is what had drawn him to look at her. She had been wearing a simple skirt with heels and a white top, all of it designed to look classy but form-fitting. Her hair had been twisted up in an elegant design, and her smile had taken his breath away. He knew right then that she was meant to be his, whether she agreed or not. Shaking his head, he smoothed a stray strand of hair back from her face. “ Such great things await you at my hands pet, you will see.”
Markus chose that moment to speak up “ Sir, should we not wait til she wakes up before we begin our flight home?” his eyes turned dark as silence filled the vehicle. Markus looked away first, “ Of course it is your decision Sir, whatever you wish.”
“It matters not if she is awake or not. She is coming home with us…..ona moya v lyubom sluchaye”
“Yes Sir, of course. I meant nothing by my remark. “ silence fell after that, until they arrived at the airfield. Looking up to Markus, he replied in a stern tone, “ Make arrangements; I want all of her things brought over by the end of the week. Make sure arrangements are made with her job and finances. I’ll deal with the rest. “
“Of course Sir, will there be anything else before your departure?”
“No, just get it done quickly.” picking Amara up in his arms once more, he left the vehicle and boarded the private jet. No one questioned why an unconscious woman was in his arms. They simply attended to their duties as they were paid to do. He might be a hard ass, but he was a generous hard ass, which meant people turned the other way when he did questionable things. Although this might perhaps be the most irrational and questionable thing, he had done in front of them.
“ Kana, get the shot, my passenger is afraid of flights, and I would rather her not wake up along the way there.”
“Very well, I will return momentarily.”
Amara turned her head, beginning to stir in his arms. He tensed, preparing for a fight. Luckily Kana was quick to return and administer the shot. With Amara now out, he settled her on one of the seats next to him, letting it back all the way before reaching down to smooth her hair away from her face once more. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her forehead before standing and moving up front to speak with the captain to begin the long flight back home…..
