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Chapter Two

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Damien

Four Months Later
[After the Prologue]

I watched as Camille strutted down the walkway and she had an elegant walk. She walked like she owned the place and I love a woman who has confidence. She stops in the front and poses, then she flips her hair back walking back into the back.

Camille was pretty woman as well. She has light blonde hair that reached mid waist and it was straight. She has a straight small nose, nice small plump rosy lips, and high cheekbones. Nice batty eyelashes and eyes. They were similar blue to mine and the way she would look perfect on her knees.

I continued watching the rest of the runway, but every time Camille came out I kept my eyes on her. She looked at the crowd and our eyes connected at some point. Every time she came out we maintained short eye contact. I couldn't wait to see her until the show was over.

"I know that look, which one?" Chris asked.

"Camille, the blonde one," I respond.

"She's pretty," he nods.

"She is and I'm going to have a busy night tonight."

I patted Christopher's shoulder as I walked away from him. I started heading to the back as I was allowed back there. Chris's attention would be take away by Lauren sooner or later, so I wasn't interested in his marital life.

I smiled at some of the models, spoke to a few people here and there. I was looking for her, but I didn't want to make it to obvious. I spotted her as she putting on her coat. I spoke to someone about the designs and all that shit. I glanced her way and she looked in my direction.

She raised that perfect eyebrow at me with a small smile. I excused myself from the conversation I was in and I started walking towards her.

"Good evening, Mr Morreti," she greets.

"Good evening, Ms Camille."

"You can drop the Ms," she says.

"And you can call me Damien," I smirked.

"Well Damien, What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to know if you were busy tonight."

She crosses her arms and she looked me up and down. A small smile grew on her face and she bit her lip.

"I'm not," she said.

"So that means I can take you out for the night?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure if you can handle me."

***

I rocked my hips into her as my orgasm rippled through my body. She wrapped her arms around me and held my body against hers. I breathed heavily as I kept my cock inside of her. The condom filling with my cum.

"Fuckk," she moaned.

We stayed in that position for a little longer and I eased up. I took deep breaths as I collected myself. I pulled out of her and I looked at her face. Her blonde hair stuck to her face and she tried brushing them out the way with her fingers.

"I haven't had good sex in a while," she pants.

I rolled over onto the bed next to her and I let out a deep exhale. She sat up and looked down at me as her golden strands fell into her face. Her hand touched the side of my face.

"Mhmm," I hummed, a response.

"Shouldn't I clean up the mess I made?" She says, seductively.

Her words a low sultry whisper, her hand trailing down my chest and my abs. My cock once softening now hardening again, as her hands graze my pelvic line and wrapping her hand around the base of my cock.

I smirked as I watched her move her body lower, arching her back as she got between my legs. She looked up at me through her eyelashes and batted those sexy eyes of hers at me. She pinched the tip of the condom and pulled it off my dick.

She darted her tongue out as she licked the cum that was dripping out of the condom and sliding down the length of my cock. She wriggled her hips and I stretched my arm forward as I laced my fingers through her silky blonde hair.

"So fucking good," I murmured.

I'm going to enjoy my time in Paris, while I'm here.

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