"I was rude," admitted Adam, his hand touching Damian's hip. "Left a few marks."
Silence hung between them, an echo of unspoken words.
Damián, with closed eyes, responded calmly, "I know you don't care about that."
Adam aligned his body, lifting his torso to block the light emanating from a nearby window.
"Did you like it?" he murmured; his voice laden with expectation.
Damián opened his eyes, finding Adam's face close to his.
He traced Adam's forehead with his fingers, descending to the jaw.
"I love your control. It excites me," Adam said. Adam took his fingers, intertwining them.
Damián could feel all the hardness and excitement that Adam openly expressed, acts of evident courage.
Adam was imposing, and firm, as if he had infinite reserves of vitality.
The body he inhabited accepted it as a vocation; it seemed made for it!
Damián realized that all pleasure arose from an amalgam of contradictions. Determined by an ancient habit, he rose to exercise, immersed in thoughts as he walked.
In his previous life, he could barely sleep ten hours a week. The inexplicable control of pheromones over his sleep was astounding, something he considered extraordinarily peculiar.
Without Adam, could Damián experience the peace of sleep? Money never acquired anything capable of silencing the troubled voices of his shadows and the persistent nightmares that kept him awake.
Damián constantly roamed the imposing corridors of the Kadman mansion, attentive to any murmurs that might contain intriguing information. However, his ears seemed to have made a truce, refusing to pick up anything truly interesting.
Meanwhile, he dedicated himself to a meticulous observation of the environment, absorbing every detail of the majestic residence and monitoring the coordinated movements of the team that kept it running.
In his previous existence, Damián had cultivated the habit of physical exercise, shaping a robust and athletic body. This tradition persisted in his routine, and that morning he headed to the gym with discipline.
Upon entering the space, his eyes met Taylor's, exchanging brief greetings. However, even in this brief moment, a tired sigh escaped Taylor's lips as she witnessed Damian's arrival.
Continuing the conversation, Damián, with an unchanging expression, referred to the charity event "Starry Night," mentioning Adam's participation in similar occasions.
"Have you accompanied Adam to events of this nature, Taylor?"
With confidence, Taylor replied assertively, "Yes."
In a provocative tone, Damián inquired, "A zero-sum game. Observing you, I concluded that victory was the only thing that mattered. Did I get it wrong?"
Taylor's response was uttered with restrained irritation, "Is popularity controlling you, Damián? Do you think miracles will never end?"
Internally, Damián vibrated with the energy of the challenge, enjoying the wordplay and thinly veiled expressions.
"I didn't choose my path; however..." With a brief pause, Damián looked directly into Taylor's eyes, adding with intensity, "Make sure no one chooses yours, Taylor!"
Faced with such audacity, Taylor smiled incredulously, responding professionally, "I'll make sure no one chooses."
"Starry Night? A gala event? It would be an excellent idea for you to attend the party.
However, if you choose to go, make sure to dress appropriately. These Alphas are attracted to the delicacy of a neck. That means you — exploring that soft and fragile side of yourself — will make all the difference.
Maybe... I never thought I would say this, but..." With a dramatic touch, Damian exhaled. "You need a fairy godmother!"
"Fairy godmother?" Taylor asked.
Damián couldn't help but laugh before responding, "Yes, someone with hope, kindness, and magic..."
The words recited amid Damian's laughter provoked aversion in Taylor. She inquired, not hiding her anger, "What is this talk? How dare you insinuate that I need someone with magical powers to look presentable?"
Damián remained silent, reflecting on Taylor's reaction.
"Who do you think you are? Do you really think you've reached the royal class, you social climber?" Taylor's words were like arrows, and she approached Damián, holding him by the shoulders.
— You feel very confident, don't you?
— I want to see if you'll still be confident when Adam loses interest and stops sticking his dick in you, you bitch.
"Because that's what's going to happen."
— Do you think you'll be okay?
You're just a manipulator who knew how to take advantage of Adam's pheromone vulnerability.
Intentionally, Damián took a step back, observing and testing the shine of Taylor's courage and love for Adam.
Even though he could surprise her, Damián chose to fall to the ground, as if the villain were suffering a defeat.
Taylor was surprised to see Damián fall to the ground. She wasn't trying to attack him, but then she realized he was just surrendering.
"Why are you doing this?" Taylor asked.
Damián hit the ground, sitting down. That was the place, the representation of the villain. "On the ground, Damián realized his imperfect character, glimpsing a bit of his own dark personality."
The whole narrative revolves around the clash of good versus evil.
And history took action... On your side...
He was enveloped in a sugary cloud from his side, Lady Elizabeth appeared, with a genuinely concerned tone. Lady Elizabeth's voice was loaded with concern and care. She helped him to stand. More than a wave of concern, emotions, and actions of an affectionate nature.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
He leaned on her arms, still dizzy. "Yes," he said. "I think so."
When Damián stood up, Lady Elizabeth's eyes met Taylor's: "Taylor?"
The sound of her name seemed distant to Taylor. Regaining composure, Damián intervened quickly: "I stepped wrong and fell, I think I slipped. Please don't worry; it was my lack of attention."
Taylor looked intensely at Damián. It wasn't just anger; it was hatred.
Surprised by the turn of events, Taylor understood. Damián provoked her and then created a scene where she intimidated him. He planned everything. Taylor felt a scream about to come out, like the air before a storm.
Her voice barely came out: "I'll leave now."
As the door closed, she heard: "Damián, you need to be careful..."
Damián convinced Lady Elizabeth that he and Taylor were friends, and it was an accident.
Lady Elizabeth left Damián at the door of his room and asked: friends?
Damián replied with a radiant smile: yes.
Damián entered, and Lady Elizabeth left; she didn't want to be right, she wanted to believe in Damián, but she heard the terrible words that Taylor spoke against Damián and even threw him to the ground.
But Damián was so good that he defended her; his daughter-in-law was so good that she refused to harm Taylor...
Lady Elizabeth was getting ready to leave, but her thoughts were heated: "Now everything is fine, but what about later?" There is a calm. But it is a calm in attention.
Damián closed the door behind him...
Shit, shit, and shit... Is this a joke? Is he really the damn villain of a strange romance novel? He was trying to help the protagonist, but between the two, it seems like he set her up.
"Not an ordinary day for Taylor while working; she was in shock and panic. How had she fallen for such a dirty trick? She felt vulnerable. Taylor tried to piece together the events of the morning, reexamining all the facts. Damián threw himself to the ground.
Facing Adam's various lovers was never easy, and Taylor was always fully aware of the escalating ambition of Adam's former lovers. However, Damián had revealed enough criminal maturity to deceive her."
Taylor was in a whirlwind of thoughts; her ideas galloped like untamed horses. Sitting in front of her impeccably organized desk, she knew that every second was precious, and entrusting her entire move to Beatrice Phillips made her feel the weight of the responsibility of a big mistake.
With a boiling mind, Taylor decided to call Lady Elizabeth. The sound of the call echoed in the tense silence of the office.
Taylor: (anxious) Lady Beatrice, I need to talk to you. I'm on the verge of a breakdown here.
Lady Beatrice: (calm) Taylor, dear, take a deep breath. I'm here to help. What's going on?
Taylor: (frustrated) Something terrible happened. Damián... he threw himself to the ground in front of me, and I don't know how to deal with it. Lady Elizabeth saw us.
Lady Beatrice: (understanding) Oh, my dear, I knew something like this could happen. However, as part of the plan, you need to trust me and fix this misunderstanding.
Taylor: (irritated) But it's taking too long. I feel like I'm losing control of the situation.
Lady Beatrice: (mysterious) Sometimes, delay is necessary to create the desired impact. Keep following the plan. I'm handling the details behind the scenes.
Taylor: (suspicious) What's happening, Lady Beatrice? You promised to help me, but it feels like I'm alone in this.
Lady Beatrice: (serene) My dear, trust me. Some things can't be said over the phone. But know that I'm orchestrating something grand.
Taylor: (insecure) I need more assurances, Lady Beatrice. This is a dangerous game I'm losing.
Lady Beatrice: (persuasive) Taylor, my suggestion is for you to try to calm the situation with Damián. Perhaps a gift, something that makes him forget this misunderstanding. Stand firm with Lady Elizabeth and follow the plan. I'll contact you when the time is right.
Taylor: (reluctant) A gift? What if that doesn't work?
Lady Beatrice: (confident) Trust the process. If something goes wrong, I'll be there to fix it. But for now, stay calm, dear. You're about to achieve something extraordinary.
Taylor: (deep breath) I hope you know what you're doing, Lady Beatrice.
Lady Beatrice: (mysterious) I always know, my dear. Await my instructions. We're about to change the game.
Second call: Taylor and Mr. Cecil
Sound of ringing...
Taylor: (nervous) Mr. Cecil, please, I urgently need your help. Things got out of hand today.
Mr. Cecil: (calm) Of course, Miss Taylor. I'm at your disposal. What happened?
Taylor: It's about Damián. He... well, he threw himself to the ground in front of Lady Elizabeth, and now things are complicated.
Mr. Cecil: (disapproving) It seems that young Mr. Damián is crossing boundaries. How can I be of assistance?
Taylor: I was thinking of offering him something that represents reconciliation. Any suggestions?
Mr. Cecil: (reflecting) I understand. Damian has a penchant for high-value objects, but he doesn't care if they have meaning. I suggest flowers, but not just any flowers. Something that represents the true essence of harmony and beauty.
Taylor: (curious) What kind of flower do you suggest, Mr. Cecil?
Mr. Cecil: For Lady Elizabeth, something rare and elegant, symbolizing beauty and hope. How about the Basal Rosette? Its flowers are like chalices in loose clusters, a true jewel of nature.
Taylor: Sounds perfect. And for Damián?
Mr. Cecil: For him, something that shows the beauty that remains even in the most challenging circumstances. Crystal flowers. Transparent when in contact with water, remaining unchanged in the center, symbolizing strength and resilience.
Taylor: (grateful) Those are wonderful choices, Mr. Cecil. But I don't have the financial resources to buy something so special.
Mr. Cecil: (firm) Don't worry, Miss Taylor. I advocate for the interests of the Kadman family, and Damian is not exempt from that. I will personally arrange for these flowers.
Taylor: (relieved) Thank you very much, Mr. Cecil. How can I repay your generosity?
Mr. Cecil: (serious) If you can bring peace back to this house and unmask that opportunistic omega, it will be rewarding enough. Consider it an offer of my esteem.
Taylor: I'll do my best. Thank you, Mr. Cecil.
Mr. Cecil: I'm at your disposal. Good luck, Miss Taylor.
End of the call."