DIAMONDS AND DECEPTION

THE FACE BEHIND THE MASK

Chapter two: The face behind the mask

As she spun around the pole, she suddenly stopped and looked straight into the corner where Damson was sitting.

Their eyes locked.

Damson froze. Most people were too scared to look him in the eye for more than a second, but this girl didn't look away.

Even with the mask on, her stare was powerful. It felt like she was looking right into his soul, past his money.

For a few seconds, Damson forgot where he was. He forgot about his mean father and his boring office. It felt like he and the girl were the only two people in the world.She didn't look scared of him at all.

Instead, she gave him a small, teasing smile while she kept dancing. Then, the song ended, and she walked off the stage, disappearing behind a curtain.

Damson sat there in the dark, his heart beating fast. He had to know who she was. He stood up and headed for Miss Raine's office, who was the manager, ready to spend whatever it took to see her again.

“I need the girl who just left the stage in VIP now.” He placed two rolls of dollar bills on Miss Raine's table.

“Are you talking about Storm? She's all yours sir. I will bring her to you immediately.”

Damson sat on the expensive leather sofa in the private VIP room. He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted, but right now, his heart was racing.

When the door opened and the girl walked in, he couldn't look away.She didn't waste any time. She started to dance just for him. It was slow and exotic, and every time she moved, Damson felt more attracted to her.

He had liked her from the very first moment he saw her on the main stage, but up close, the feeling was even stronger.

When she finished her dance, she walked over and sat on his lap. She leaned in close to his ear."You spent a lot of money to be alone with me," she whispered. "If you want my body tonight, I’m all yours. We don't have to talk."Damson looked at her.

Most men would have said yes immediately, but Damson was obsessed with the mystery of her. He wanted to know who she really was."I want to see your face," Damson said, his voice deep. "Take off the mask."

The girl laughed softly. "A face is more expensive than a body in this club, Mr. If you want me to take this off, it will cost you five thousand dollars. Right now."

Damson didn't even blink. Five thousand dollars was nothing to him. He pulled out his checkbook, wrote the amount, and handed the paper to her.

She looked at the check and her eyes went wide. She realized he wasn't playing games.

Slowly, she reached back and untied the ribbons. The black lace mask fell to the floor.

Damson’s breath caught in his throat.She was beautiful—more beautiful than any woman he had ever met at his father’s fancy parties.

She had perfect skin, full lips, and big, expressive eyes. He felt a sudden, powerful need to protect her and keep her all to himself."

You're beautiful," he whispered. Storm smiled, but she didn't stop there. Now that the mask was off, she seemed even more confident. She didn't leave his lap.

Instead, she started to dance on him again, moving her body against his while looking him straight in the eyes.

Damson gripped the sides of the sofa, trying to keep his cool and resisting from touching her.

He was a billionaire who controlled a whole empire, but right now, this girl was the one in total control. He had seen her face, but now he wanted to know her soul.

After she put the fifty-thousand-dollar check away, she didn't leave.

Instead, she stepped closer to Damson until her knees touched his."Since you were so generous," she whispered, her voice seductive, "I’m going to give you a performance you’ll never forget."

She climbed onto his lap, sitting across his thighs and straddling him.

She began to move her body against his in a slow, sexy rhythm that matched the heavy bass of the music.

Then, she turned around. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the sofa, and began to twerk right against him.

Damson let out a low groan, his eyes shut for a second. He was used to getting what he wanted, but right now, he felt like he was losing his mind.

She didn't stop there. Since this was her profession and she was a professional, she knew exactly how to capture his attention. She began to slowly take her clothes slowly and seductively, one by one.

Piece by piece, her clothes fell to the floor until she stood before him in the red glow of the VIP room, nearly naked.

She leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

"Do you like what you see?" she whispered in his ear. Her voice sounded so seductive, which made his whole body tense up.

She ran her hands down his chest, feeling the expensive fabric of his shirt and the built body.

She continued the dance, moving with a rhythm that left him speechless.She whined and twerked on him, and even showed him her flexibility skills . She used every skill she had to keep his eyes locked on her.

Damson reached out to grab her waist, but she stepped back just in time, laughing softly. She gathered her things from the floor, her expression playful yet professional."That’s all for tonight baby. I'm gonna see you later," she said, blowing him a kiss.

She walked out of the room, leaving Damson sitting there in the VIP room, completely focused on the woman who had just left.

He just had the best time of his life. He needed to see her again.

Damson left the club happy. He got into his car and drove fast, the cool air hitting his face through the open window.

He should have been thinking about the billion-dollar deal he closed today, but all he could see was her face, the one he had paid five thousand dollars to see.

He pulled up to his massive mansion. When he walked through the front door, the lights in the hallway were already on.

His father, Charles, was standing there, furious.

"Where have you been?" Charles shouted. His voice was angry and loud.

"I had to apologize on your behalf all night! You left the Moretti dinner and embarrassed me in front of everyone. Do you have any idea how much that family matters to our business?"

Damson didn't stop walking. He didn't even look at his father. He just kept moving toward the stairs.

"I'm talking to you, Damson!" Charles yelled, following him.

"You’re acting like a child. You threw away a perfect night for some cheap club. You’re a disgrace to the Harrington name!

"Damson reached the top of the stairs and finally stopped for a second, but he didn't turn around. "The dinner was boring, Father. And I’m tired of you pressuring me."

He walked into his bedroom and shut the door behind him, ignoring his father’s voice who was still shouting from downstairs.

He didn't turn on the lights. He just threw his jacket on the floor and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He was supposed to be sleeping, but his mind wouldn't let him rest. He kept thinking about Storm.