Devil CEO's Contract Lover

My parents' pampering was gone, other kids could bully me with abandon, even put me in a junkyard for a week.

So now my indifference is all slowly formed later in life, and it's all impossible for me to tell him, and he's not interested in hearing it. Damon frowned, an eighteen year old woman always had a calmness beyond her peers, and that wasn't good.

"I told Mom I'd be home early today, they should be waiting for us for dinner." Damon said.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? It's four o'clock in the afternoon." I gave an anxious look. "It's not too late, so make it quick, I'm all set. Fifteen minutes, I'll wait for you outside."

Before I could make a sound of protest, he left, he did it on purpose, right?

He came here to give a time limit to make me anxious? What a nasty man!

By the time I grabbed the time to get organized and go out, Damon was already waiting in a suit, half leaning against the car.

His handsomeness drew many nurses and doctors to gather and talk to him.

Perhaps a fine man always attracts so much attention. I look at myself, I've never been one to be abandoned by fate.

"You seem to be late, right? Are you sure you didn't come late just to get back at me?" Evil men always make the first move.

"I'm not as bad as you think." I stepped inside the car.

Maybe I was running away from Damon's handsome smile just now; to look at him one more time was a crime.

I often read the newspaper and thought that those women fell into love just for that one more glance, but unfortunately Damon was too cold-blooded.

This time there was no driver, and it was just Damon and me in the car, an atmosphere that made me a little uncomfortable.

My eyes searched everywhere until they stopped at the photo placed on top of the car, a photo of Tiffany and Damon together.

I held it in my hand and examined it, "You guys look pretty good together, I guess there are a lot of people who are jealous of me, so good."

Damon's eyes swept slightly to the photo in my hand, "That was a few years ago, when I was still very young."

"Youthful?" I snickered, "Didn't you always think you were mature?"

The next second, the sudden speed of the speed made me fall on top of him, I cried out in surprise, and the corner of Damon's mouth was turned up. This man, now I'm even more certain that he did it on purpose!

"Damon!" I shouted at him in exasperation, sitting next to him was definitely not safe.

"I'm driving my car, I... You didn't think I did it on purpose, did you?" Damon continued, "I told you you weren't good enough."

His cold exterior wrapped around his insides, the dull yellow light of dusk shining in and faintly shadowing him.

Looking as if what he said was true, I turned my head around, "I wonder what woman could stand you!"

"In fact, there are so many women who want to get close to me, I you're doubting my charm." Damon's eyes examined me.

"If you were penniless, do you think we'd still be sticking to you?" I said.

"What about you? You're still close to me for money, and if I didn't have money, we wouldn't have crossed paths."

In one word, the relationship between them, right now what I need most is money and opportunity, I can't deny that Damon is my life saver.

When I heard Damon say that, I bit my lip, "You're right, is it my mistake? Your attitude has changed since I fell into the water."

"Changed? I just think we have something in common." Damon stopped momentarily, with a red light ahead.

"What do we have in common?" I looked at the man who suddenly approached me and my voice was a little hesitant.

He faced me with an untamed expression, so incredibly close that I only felt my heart beat a few beats slower.

He had this ability to make women panic over him.

"What do you say?" He moved closer to my small face, watching my cheeks grow red from his proximity, seemingly satisfied. "How do I know." A tingling, aching sensation from my heart made me feel a little weak, and it was best to stay away from this man! "We're both equally proud." Damon's hand on the back of my neck gave a push after he finished and their lips crashed together.

I don't know when his hand appeared on the back of my neck, but from the outside in this position, it looked as if I was forcibly kissing him. "You bastard! Damon, you already have everything I have, you said, you ...... well......"

I was kissed by him and couldn't move. "You should have submitted a long time ago." His words drifted faintly between my ears.

My cheeks flushed and I actually forgot that I should struggle, the devilish man's lips only slightly colliding with mine at first.

A slight heat swirled inside, and my lack of resistance this time made him seem out of control, exploring my fragrance even deeper.

The intense kiss made me barely able to control my wildly beating heart, and my hands unconsciously clutched the hem of Damon's shirt.

"Tick tock!" The sound of a car's horn reached my ears and I pushed Damon.

Crazy! This man was suddenly crazy, and I was so infected by him that I felt flushed.

The red light had turned green, and the long line of cars lined up behind us had been waiting for some time.

There was even a driver sticking his head out of the window, "The car in front, what are you doing?"

Damon then let go of my lips and seemed to fall in love with the taste, "You always make people want to commit crimes."

"You're bullshitting, is that what you said to Miss Tiffany?" Annoyed at myself for actually having a heartbeat for him just now, I asked. Obviously red-faced and breathing poorly, what I said was not convincing, and for some reason, I seemed to be expecting his answer a little.

He turned his eyes back to the road ahead and said in a flat tone, "We've always been respectful of each other."

The word "respectful" was enough to show how much he valued me, and how true love had little to do with the flesh.

I knew how I could not match Tiffany's, I smiled and said, "That's good, consider me playing a game with you."

"A game?" His eyes darkened for a moment, the deal I kept stressing that he understood.

Maybe that's the bad nature of men, the less you get, the more it catches his eye and he wants to tame me!

"Yes, the game, on the one hand you want me to submit to you, on the other hand, you want to be able to have Miss Tiffany as your lifelong companion."

I snickered, Damon's handsomeness was dazzling, but he already had the love of his life, and I was only an interlude in between.

Yet thinking this way, the sweet and sour feeling that had just welled up inside became sour and I didn't know what was going on.

"I, I want to see your immature side, you're just an eighteen year old kid."

Damon's side of his face was tinged with a little thin anger, which was more proof of my statement.

"Damon, you're just mad at me for getting to your heart, so what if I'm eighteen? I'm still pregnant with your baby."

How ironic, Damon, you always punish people for your mistakes. Every time they take a slight turn, he breaks through the peace.

"It seems like there's no period of time we're together that doesn't end with a fight." He turned the car around, and I had too many variables.

"Didn't you say we had something in common? People who are too much alike are not suited for much contact." I said.

Damon didn't answer, perhaps tacitly, perhaps he didn't want to answer, and for a long time the car was silent. "Damon, stop, the car window open wide, I'm so hard......" I covered my mouth, a little hard.

Yes, eighteen years old, I am also a victim, Tiffany is also a victim, the fault is his, it is a luxury ......

Damon's big hand caressed my back, "I thought you said you haven't had any pregnancy sickness lately?"

"I don't know what happened, the choking inside was too much for me, it's much better now." I breathed out and exhaled.

"What's that big group of people in front of you doing?" I looked ahead to the large, dark row of people.

Damon followed the point of my finger and suddenly his expression, which had been relaxed, became serious as he turned the car around and the same thing happened behind him. "Sam, what's going on? My car is surrounded, you are restricted to arrive as fast as you can."

He closed all the windows and put on my seat belt.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" I didn't understand the danger in front of me, but the look on Damon's face told me otherwise.

"These are protesting crowds, don't worry, the company will send someone over to meet us soon."

Damon said to me as calmly as he could, "The old fox has failed, and instead of laying down, he's challenging my bottom line."

Gonzales had completely collapsed and filed for bankruptcy in the quickest time possible, and naturally the old fox would not be willing to fall from his high horse.

"Damon! You don't give me a way to live, you don't give the company's entire staff a way to live, I'll let you have no way to live today!"

Carson Marsh, the old fox, led the procession in the front and shouted with a loudspeaker, and the employees behind responded together.

With Gonzales' influence, and with this bankruptcy causing nearly 300,000 employees nationwide to lose their jobs, we certainly won't take it lying down!

"Since he failed, he should face up to it, what does it mean now?" Damon said coldly.

His whole body was shrouded in gloom, he had destroyed Gonzales! In just a few days, he had turned everything upside down. Damon he was so green that he would surpass his parents' achievements in the future, but the mall was just unforgiving.

The cold Damon makes me vaguely afraid, if one day who betrayed him, will not get a good end.

"We can't even get out of the car at this time, there are too many of them." Damon said analytically.

I lowered my head, "I think we were followed by them all the way, I'm afraid, it's my fault, if I hadn't asked you to stop ......"

"This kind of thing, hiding for a while can not hide a life, I am kind to them, my staff will not have food! I can only protect my own interests!"

The crowd is getting closer and closer, and a down-on-his-luck Carson Marsh angrily leads the procession over, protesting the Rubinstein family clan's cold-blooded business policies one sentence at a time.

"Damon, you really inherited your mother's irony, the company's hundreds of thousands of employees all followed me to lay off, how could I bear it!"