Chapter 2
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After what felt like forever, he snatched the pen from my hand and scrawled a name on the agreement: Damon.
Then he stalked toward a beat-up Harley at the end of the alley.
I stood frozen for a heartbeat, then scrambled after him.
He swung one long leg over the bike and fired up the engine. The thunderous roar echoed through the narrow alley.
He didn't wait for me—as if whether I got on or not meant nothing to him.
I gritted my teeth, hiked up my ruined dress, and awkwardly clambered onto the back seat.
Through my soaked blouse, I could feel every ridge of hard muscle along his back and waist.
He stiffened for a moment, then twisted the throttle and shot out of the alley like a bullet.
Rain and wind slammed against us, but I barely felt the cold.
He deliberately weaved through traffic like a madman, tires screeching and horns blaring all around us. He was trying to scare me off.
But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
Not only did I refuse to scream, but something wild and long-suppressed exploded in my chest.
I threw my head back, faced the wind, and let out an exhilarated whoop.
His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, a hint of surprise in them, but he didn't slow down one bit.
The motorcycle finally skidded to a stop in front of a rundown auto shop.
A young mechanic sauntered over. Spotting me, he let out a wolf whistle. "Damn, boss, where'd you find this hot piece? Sure you can handle her?"
Damon ignored him and headed straight for the stairs leading to the second floor.
I hurried after him, but just as I reached the entrance, an iron door slammed shut in my face.
I stood there, stunned, as rainwater streamed down my hair and neck, shivering in the cold.
The mechanic leaned against the stair railing, eyeing me with amusement. "Listen, princess, save yourself the trouble. Boss doesn't do drama, especially the female kind."
I shot him a glare, wiped the rain from my face, and said loudly, "Who said anything about dating?"
I winked and pressed a finger to my lips. "I just want to fuck him."
The moment those words left my lips, the iron door flew open.
Damon stood in the doorway, radiating a terrifying aura that seemed to suck all the air from the space.
He stared at me, his face dark as a thundercloud. "The last person who tried that line? I cut out their tongue."
I arched an eyebrow.
So he doesn't like it direct?
Fine. I gave an exaggerated shiver.
I looked up at him again, letting fear creep into my eyes.
I unclasped an expensive diamond earring, opened my palm, and held it out to him.
"I don't have any cash left. Just this."
My voice quavered—half act, half genuine hurt. After all, from childhood to adulthood, I'd never been rejected like this.
"Just let me in. I'll warm your bed... do whatever you want."
He didn't even glance at the diamond. After a long silence, he finally stepped aside.
The room was sparse—just a bed and a worn-out sofa.
Just as I was about to sigh in relief, my foot slipped on the wet floor. I lost my balance and pitched forward.
I expected him to catch me, but in the split second before I crashed into him, he coldly stepped aside.
My forehead slammed into the iron door with a sickening thud. A lump immediately began to form.
"Fuck!" Pain shot through my skull, bringing tears to my eyes.
He didn't even spare me a glance, just walked to the window and pulled back the curtain.
"Rain's stopped. You can get lost now."
What? I couldn't believe my ears.
I'd given him a diamond earring just for "come in and leave immediately"?
Ignoring the throbbing pain, I scrambled to my feet. I opened my mouth to argue when he suddenly whirled around and stalked toward me.
"Irene Rossi." He pronounced each syllable of my name with precision, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "The princess of the Rossi family. Are you really this desperate for cock?"
My blood turned to ice.
