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After several rounds in this bed and in different positions, Olivia was already feeling tired and Damon didn’t want to wear her out any more. He still wanted more, because the young woman’s body was a real delight, but it was enough for her. Four orgasms in one evening for a beginner, she’d have fainted if he’d gone to five. She was lying next to him, sleeping, but he couldn’t spend the night there as he had an important case to deal with at the office the next day, so he had to go home and rest. He thought about leaving her there, but he didn’t know what time she’d wake up, and it would have been a crime if anything happened to her. He’d never worried about a bouncer before, but he didn’t want to leave her in harm’s way. He couldn’t stop looking at the curves of her body, which were just magnificent, and it still gave him an appetite. It was the first time he’d been so greedy with unknown mistresses. He remembered that she had come into the room with a pouch, so he got up from the bed and went to retrieve it. It tempted him to take her number, but he thought better of it; for him, she was just the object of a bet and no more. He looked further and saw the address of her apartment and, for that matter, the keys too. He couldn’t recognize himself from his attitude towards this girl, but he thought a little help wouldn’t kill him. He quickly got dressed and helped her get dressed too. She was so deeply asleep that she wasn’t aware of anything. He carried her to the back door of the nightclub and put her in his car. He typed the address of her neighborhood into his car’s GPS and it was easy.

He thought he’d made a mistake, as the road seemed long and it was because he didn’t like to go into this kind of neighborhood. He stopped in front of her building and got out of the car, hoping it wasn’t the kind with an access code, because he wouldn’t know what to do if it was. He carried her in his arms and once in front of the building, he noticed that it was open access, which would mean that security was limited and that this girl wasn’t at all safe this way, but he didn’t have time to think, there was no elevator which meant he just had to climb the stairs.

Finally, he reached his floor, fifth level, sixth door. He opened the door with the key in his pocket, and the apartment was pitch-black; it was three o’clock in the morning, so this was normal. He activated the torch on his phone, which he used as a light. He located a sofa and laid it down before looking for the light switch. He found it, flicked the switch, the apartment was illuminated and it was then that he saw what his home looked like – not a hovel, but rather a warm one.

The next step was to take her back to her room, he went first to check if the apartment had a bedroom and yes it did, and especially tidy, not like the girls who often left their bras on the table. It was time for him to leave, but he couldn’t. He wanted to spend the night with her until morning, but no, his identity shouldn’t be revealed, so he kissed her on the lips and left her room. As he walked through the living room, he saw her clutch again and remembered her phone number. He was tempted to take it even though he wasn’t going to do anything with it, so he dialed her number on her phone and made the call. When it rang at home, he hung up and made sure to delete the call from his phone. He took one key that would enable him to lock the door from the outside and left the other on the coffee table for her to see once she woke up. He went out and locked the door behind him, exiting the building and getting into his car.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Driving so slowly, he remembered his wonderful evening and was sure he wouldn’t forget it so quickly, especially the one that had made it the most wonderful evening of all. When he arrived home, he ignored the time and went into the bathroom for a cold shower, as he wanted to silence the desire that kept making his aching member swell.

After his shower, he poured himself a glass of whisky and drank it down. He thought well of thanking his friends for this betting game he’d repotted while also enjoying the game, for never would he have imagined that he, Damon Dixon would be taking pleasure in a vip square with a girl who was far from being a model or a secretary. She was just her, and that drove his curiosity to research her. He knew she’d suffer if she ever crossed his path again, because despite the good girl she was, he wasn’t at all ready to settle down. He was free in his life as the sexiest, most coveted young bachelor.

Looking at the clock, he saw that it was fifteen minutes past four in the morning, and that it was finally time for him to go to bed to avoid looking bad in front of his associates at the company the next day, for they were old men who never ceased to see his age as a problem in the business world, and the press never ceased to report that he was screwing everything that moved, except for that night.