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various card games like blackjack and poker. I watched on, in awe at how many people were there. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” I asked, feeling self-conscious. I felt out of my comfort zone.
He gave me a worried look. “Clover, why wouldn’t it be? You are the most important thing to me, why wouldn’t I take you everywhere I go? I didn’t want to bring you for too long in case you felt uncomfortable. You are beautiful and shouldn’t lose that confidence I love so much,” he said, giving me a light kiss on the lips and swelling me with light. I had been to so many events before, but my gut wrenched at this one. Maybe it was because of the paparazzi that caught me off guard. I straightened my back again and swayed my hips like I always did.
He is right. I am a confident, successful woman .
“There she is,” he said, nodding in approval.
We entered a large catered conference room, where wines were being offered around the room to a large crowd. Some of the guests I had met through my years in the magazine industry, others, however, were big names.
“An hour tops, I promise,” Damon said as an older man and his wife came over to us.
“Damon, so good to see you. Your sister had me on that blue vase, she upped me 15k,” he laughed. If I had a drink I imagine I would have either choked on it or sprayed it everywhere. Fifteen thousand dollars above what he bid… just how much was that blue vase?
“Ah yes, she tends to get carried away. But it all goes to charity, so how can we complain,” Damon smiled charismatically. “David and Mellissa, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, Clover Granture. She is our travel columnist at Be True .”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” I smiled and offered my hand.
“How wonderful. I never thought I would see the day where the gossip was true for once and he had settled for one woman,” the wife gasped jokingly. Her joke upset me slightly. I suppose Damon would’ve been seen numerous times with other women during his escorting days. So people thought I was just another one of those women, then.
“If you will excuse us, I think we need to get a drink,” Damon said, placing his hand on my lower back and escorting me to where one of the staff could hand us some white wine from her tray.
“Don’t worry about Mrs. Wiley. She often gossips. She is very jealous of you. That I can tell you straight away,” Damon said as he took a small mouthful of wine. “I promise you, only one hour of this and your real surprise is waiting.” He stole a kiss before I could respond. “Quit your grumbling, it doesn’t suit your fabulous face, baby.”
Chapter Fifteen
M aking conversation with people I didn’t know was never difficult for me. My years working for Candice and Clive magazine gave me the charisma and confidence I needed to easily mingle in with a crowd full of strangers.
I couldn’t help but be grabbed by the bright lights. So many people were here. And most of them were happily spending their money on either machines or drinks. This sort of world never really appealed to me. I had almost forgotten it existed.
Eventually, Damon seemed happy for us to slip out. “Would you like to have a few games, Clover?” Damon asked, leaning over my shoulder and grabbing my attention again.
“No, I really have the worst luck,” I said. A smile spread across his face as he grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards a table. He looked at his silver watch. “We have twenty minutes to spare.”
“No really, I am terrible,” I said, as he led me through the glamorous crowd. A few men shuffled around to make space when we stopped at a roulette table. Damon placed some money before the dealer, who then gave him various coloured chips in return.
“Pick a number and a color,” he offered, gesturing at the table.
“I am not gambling your money,” I asserted. Trapping me, Damon wrapped his arm around me, both hands on either side of me on
He gave me a worried look. “Clover, why wouldn’t it be? You are the most important thing to me, why wouldn’t I take you everywhere I go? I didn’t want to bring you for too long in case you felt uncomfortable. You are beautiful and shouldn’t lose that confidence I love so much,” he said, giving me a light kiss on the lips and swelling me with light. I had been to so many events before, but my gut wrenched at this one. Maybe it was because of the paparazzi that caught me off guard. I straightened my back again and swayed my hips like I always did.
He is right. I am a confident, successful woman .
“There she is,” he said, nodding in approval.
We entered a large catered conference room, where wines were being offered around the room to a large crowd. Some of the guests I had met through my years in the magazine industry, others, however, were big names.
“An hour tops, I promise,” Damon said as an older man and his wife came over to us.
“Damon, so good to see you. Your sister had me on that blue vase, she upped me 15k,” he laughed. If I had a drink I imagine I would have either choked on it or sprayed it everywhere. Fifteen thousand dollars above what he bid… just how much was that blue vase?
“Ah yes, she tends to get carried away. But it all goes to charity, so how can we complain,” Damon smiled charismatically. “David and Mellissa, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, Clover Granture. She is our travel columnist at Be True .”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” I smiled and offered my hand.
“How wonderful. I never thought I would see the day where the gossip was true for once and he had settled for one woman,” the wife gasped jokingly. Her joke upset me slightly. I suppose Damon would’ve been seen numerous times with other women during his escorting days. So people thought I was just another one of those women, then.
“If you will excuse us, I think we need to get a drink,” Damon said, placing his hand on my lower back and escorting me to where one of the staff could hand us some white wine from her tray.
“Don’t worry about Mrs. Wiley. She often gossips. She is very jealous of you. That I can tell you straight away,” Damon said as he took a small mouthful of wine. “I promise you, only one hour of this and your real surprise is waiting.” He stole a kiss before I could respond. “Quit your grumbling, it doesn’t suit your fabulous face, baby.”
Chapter Fifteen
M aking conversation with people I didn’t know was never difficult for me. My years working for Candice and Clive magazine gave me the charisma and confidence I needed to easily mingle in with a crowd full of strangers.
I couldn’t help but be grabbed by the bright lights. So many people were here. And most of them were happily spending their money on either machines or drinks. This sort of world never really appealed to me. I had almost forgotten it existed.
Eventually, Damon seemed happy for us to slip out. “Would you like to have a few games, Clover?” Damon asked, leaning over my shoulder and grabbing my attention again.
“No, I really have the worst luck,” I said. A smile spread across his face as he grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards a table. He looked at his silver watch. “We have twenty minutes to spare.”
“No really, I am terrible,” I said, as he led me through the glamorous crowd. A few men shuffled around to make space when we stopped at a roulette table. Damon placed some money before the dealer, who then gave him various coloured chips in return.
“Pick a number and a color,” he offered, gesturing at the table.
“I am not gambling your money,” I asserted. Trapping me, Damon wrapped his arm around me, both hands on either side of me on
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