||" Damien Troy "||
I gazed at Kristen as she stepped into V.I.P's room. I sat with my friends and a few business associates. She was dressed so alluring, her curly hair was swept to one side, exposing the threader eating she wore, her silver necklace glistening under the light.
She looked perfect,
The yellow dress she wore did no justice to her body shape, the dress fitted perfectly on her curves, I trailed my eyes on her thighs as I remembered a fond memory,
I smirked,
"Come sit with me, Kristen," I uttered,
But she did not attempt to move from the spot she stood as if she had been glued to that spot.
I didn't miss the hungry look everyone was giving her, it twinked something in me, my dominance reared its head but I tried to keep it down.
I didn't want to ruin
