All Chapters of Gentleman's Club: Damien: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

I'm surprised with myself. Not that I've ever struggled keeping a submissive, but I've constantly struggled maintaining an interest in a woman. Not with Mila. She does the opposite to me. As fucking cliche as it is to admit, she's like a drug I can't get enough of. The best kind. The kind where you don't care if it's destructive, if it tears your fucking world apart and leaves ash. A taste you'd die for.The paperwork in front of me has morphed together. I can't get my eyes to focus because every marked black letter shimmers a

My anger is blinding. Controlling. Pulsing inside my veins, turning my vision black. I'm at her apartment before I can fucking blink. My fist smashing against the door, awaiting that facade of innocence always etched on Tatiana's face.I pound until my knuckles are raw, and the asshole next door peaks his head out to mutter profanity. That is, until I threaten to knock the cigarette out of his fucking mouth. My arm falls loosely to my side.

I watch her run away from me. My limbs ache, willing me forward but I resist. The hurt in her eyes; the tears that stung those gentle golden irises are because of me. An area where I'd typically feel nothing. Have felt nothing, I feel a dull ache that spreads like wildfire in my chest."Fuck me," I grumble, shoving a hand in my pocket while rubbing the back of my neck with the other. No fucking phone. No fucking clue. Yet I know Tatiana is up to someth

 Despite Tatiana's emotional immaturity, she's far from unintelligent. Her emotional immaturity I contribute to her being young. It had never been an issue when she was my submissive. In fact, if anything it had made her all the more compliant. Now, as I sit at my desk, staring ruefully down at the legal paperwork that goes on for pages about what Tatiana deems suitable to sue me for, I'm filled with regret.Never have I ever immensely regretted a lay. I shift my hand over the cellphone I managed to buy and hook u

Damien’s POVShe loves me.Any other time those three words would make me cramp up, utterly petrified, but not right now. Not when it’s Mila. It feels…. Right. It empowers me. Through all of the bullshit, all of the pointless women, it’s always been her.I spot her as I climb the front steps to my office. Through the window of the front door, her face pointed downward at something that Kass is showing her. She looks so fucking perfect.Fuck. I’m whipped.The thought makes me grin, but as soon as I yank open the door, I stifle that grin with a lick of my