Faking it with Damian Black novel (Millie)

Chapter 66

-DAMIAN-

I could feel Millicent shooting fireballs with her eyes. straight at my face. It took all my strength to resist

this pull to look her way.

I missed her. Without her in my life, I was a man drowning in air, and seeing her up close last night kno

cked all the air out of my body.

In the last four weeks, I settled for watching her from afar. Witnessing tears rolling down her cheeks whi

le she stared into the distance unseeing was the hardest part of it all. She was hurting because of me,

and I

couldn’t do anything to take away her pain. I helplessly watched as her pain morphed into anger each

day. She hated me; I already knew that, but f**k if it didn’t hurt hearing her slap the truth to my face.

“This plan f**king sucks,” I grumbled under my breath, wincing when Ana pinched my arm with her

stupidly long talons. She could kill me, poke my eyeballs out with those fake nails. How does she even

do her daily activities with those on?

“You asked for my help, hmm?” She glared at me, her

big doe eyes filled with threat. She meant to intimidate me, but because she was pocket–

sized, she looked like a child trying to scare her father

off for not giving her an ice cream. Adorable is what she is.

I suppressed my smile, though, still hating this ‘make Millicent jealous‘ project of her. “Like I said, you w

on’t like it. She will hate you, but I’m one hundred percent sure you will get her back in no time. I bet sh

e’d be all over you before this night ends.”

“How the f**k will I get Millicent back like this?” I lowered my voice so only she could hear me. “She

clearly assumed that we were together. I can feel her shooting fire with her eyes. Those three are

probably planning my funeral by now.”

Ana was tiny, barely reaching my shoulder, even in her skyscraper shoes. She had strawberry blond ha

ir, but the dark roots of her natural brunette hair were already showing. ‘Careful what you say about her

looks,‘ Gian warned me. ‘She’d throw a tantrum if you told her her blond is

fading.’ And she always wore thick makeup, especially on her eyes. She said it makes her eyes look bi

gger.

Ana was the payment for the favor I asked from Gian.

He said they were related. Up to what degree? I don’t have a f**king clue. There’s no resemblance in

their features, but I had to babysit Ana for Gian.

Yes, I hate Gian’s guts. I would rather

walk through a minefield than ask for his help. But for Millicent, I had to swallow my pride.

Ana patted my chest, smiling as a waiter approached us and asked where we’d like to sit. I groaned wh

en Ana chose a lounge at the back of the restaurant. I’d like to sit where I can see Millicent. She was ha

ving breakfast with Candice and Andrea, simply

breathtakingly beautiful in her denim shorts and fitted white top.

Settling on our seats, Ana started typing on her phone, her eyes laser–

focused on the screen. She’s on her phone twenty–four–

seven, doing only she knows what. I don’t know much about Ana. Gian thrust her into my care for a we

ek now, and nothing out of the ordinary has happened, not that I was wishing for it.

Knowing what I know about Gian now, that guy ate trouble for

breakfast and walked hand in hand with the dark monsters of this world all day, then slept with a blanke

t of the devil at night. Everything about Gian

screamed danger. Now I wonder what sweet Ana had to do with Gian.

The server delivered our drinks. Ana ordered a latte while I settled for black coffee.

“Why are you always on your phone?” I asked just out of curiosity.

Ana didn’t lift her eyes from her device. “I’m not on Tinder if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m working.”

“Working?” She looked like she was barely out of high school. Well, she was pocket–

sized and all, so I guess I shouldn’t judge her by her size.

“Yep.” She made the ‘p‘ pop. “Look on the side,” she said without lifting her eyes from her phone.

Millicent was walking through the lawn. The sunlight bounced on her blond hair. She was stomping like

a petulant child, clearly mad about something.

“She’s annoyed,” Ana giggled. “I’d like to see how she’d react when she sees us later at her father’s par

ty.”

I remember when Sonja confronted Millicent at Tomas Lantz’s event. A jealous Millicent was such a

turn–on.

“Maybe we shouldn-”

Ana glared at me. “Did you already forget our conversation this morning? You asked for my help and pr

omised to do what I say.” Brown eyes narrowing to slit, she resembled a child ready to throw a tantrum.

“I hate it when Gianni questions my decision and my analysis. Don’t make me hate you, D.”

I raised my hand in surrender. “Alright… alright, small.”

She picked the fry from the tray brought by the server and threw it in my face.

I chuckled while Ana’s cheeks turned beet red.

So… Here I am at Robert’s birthday party with Ana hanging from my arms once again.

As expected, the party was intimate and beautiful. Robert was ecstatic to see all of us waiting for him. L

enny brought him straight from their fishing trip. He kissed Lenny full on the mouth, adoration oozing fro

m the two of them as they thanked everyone who

came.

Lenny invited close friends and family and made us

wear Stetson hats, matching the cake presented as we sang Happy Birthday. White roses arranged in

a beautiful bouquet on each table offset the black and gold theme. Robert’s baby pictures through his t

een and adult life played on a wide screen as the Beatles‘ song crooned from the speakers.

Wine and food were served. Gifts and greetings were handed to Millicent’s dad, but all I could do all nig

ht was ogle Millicent. Tonight, she sported a white off- shoulder dress, ankle boots, and a Stetson hat.

Millicent, riding me like a rodeo bull machine wearing that hat and dress, has cluttered my head since t

his party started.

God. F**k. She’d scream my name while she came on top of me. Then I’d wrap her blond hair on my

knuckles while I f**k her from behind.

I chugged down my fifth glass of whiskey, the smooth liquid warming me inside.

She wouldn’t even throw a glance at me. Right now, she’s at the bar talking to the stable guy, Xander. I

asked around about him. He moved to Clarke Bay over a year ago and applied here at Summerfield Ac

re.

I don’t trust that Xander. He appeared too cozy

“You’d burst a vein if you don’t relax, D,” Ana

murmured, sipping her vodka lemonade. In her pink. cocktail dress, Ana tied her blond hair with a ribbo

n of the same color. She looked like a kid at a grownups‘

party.

I answered with a groan, turning away from Millicent and Xander’s direction.

This was f**king maddening. She’s within my reach, but I can’t touch her? How is this my life?

“How the f**k is this plan of yours gonna work? That guy is all over Millicent.”

She leaned forward on our table, eyes sweeping left to right before speaking. “How are you so

clueless? You got the beauty but no f**king brains.”

I pinned her with a glare. Ana merely shrugged. “See that chick? Millicent’s redhead friend?” She was

pertaining to Andrea sulking at her table with Candice and my brother–in–law Aaron.

“What about her?”

Ana rolled her eyes. “Look closer. Xander is making

that redhead jealous; that’s why he’s talking to Millicent, and Millicent is making you jealous by using X

ander. I say that’s progress.”

“How is that a progress?!” I hissed.

She leaned back in her seat. “You know what? I’m tired of you doubting my tactics. Go ahead. Why don

’t you just tell Millicent why you avoided her in the first place? I bet she would understand why you had t

o keep her at arm’s length. She doesn’t seem shallow to me, D. She’d forgive you.”

“Did you think I hadn’t thought of that?” Ana raised an eyebrow, questioning my decision as I did with h

er.

Yeah. It’s f**king annoying.

“She’d hate me and herself. She’s better off not knowing what happened.”

“Suit yourself-” Ana got distracted by something, rather someone behind me. “What the f**k is he doing

here? I told him I didn’t want to see his face!”

Looking over my shoulder, Gian strutted through the function hall’s entryway, smirking at me as he hea

ded for Millicent.

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Like a lion watching its rival, I watched Gian all night. He was gloating, relishing in my misery as I watch

ed him speak with Millicent so casually while I suffered here in the corner.

Ana slipped out of the function hall as soon as she saw Gian. That was thirty minutes and a century ag

o. I’ve chatted with a few people, trying to act as if my heart isn’t karate chopping my breastbone in ang

er and jealousy, but my brain isn’t where it should be.

I gave up trying to converse with anyone else, sulking at the corner of the bar where I got eyes on Millic

ent and Gian. I perched on my seat when Gian whispered in Millicent’s ears. Her back was on mine, an

d Gian’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

‘What the f**k is he doing? He knew Millicent hated me for ghosting her. Is he making a move on her

again?‘

When Millicent nodded. Gian placed a hand on the small of her back and whisked her out of the functio

n

hall.

Dark thunder clouds loomed over my head. I was not

going to sit here while Gian worked to take Millicent away from me.

Tossing the whiskey down my throat, I slammed the rock glass on the counter; it nearly broke into a tho

usand shards. Eyes zoned in on where they disappeared, I was a bull seeing nothing but red, ready to

bulldoze Gian for showing his annoying face here.

The air outside was cold, a stark contrast to this burning rage inside me.

They rounded the corner to the front of the villa. I only saw a glimpse of Millicent’s white dress. Brisk w

alking on my unsteady footing, I nearly tripped and fell.

‘How much alcohol did I f**king drink?‘

I reached them in the parking lot, standing on the open passenger side door of a Trax.

Fueled by jealousy, alcohol, and annoyance, I grabbed Millicent’s hand and spun her around. Her eyes

went round, a squeal tumbling past her lips when I bent to pick her up like a sack of potatoes, throwing

her over my shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down!” She landed a series of punches on my back. Gian’s laughter as I took Millicent wit

h me was gasoline poured into this outraged wildfire spreading fast through my body. “Damian! You bas

tard! Put me down!”

I slapped Millicent’s ass. She gasped. It was a sound of pleasure and surprise. The sound I fantasied h

earing every time I jacked off in the last four weeks.

F**k. My cock was surging to life.

With every punch she landed on my back, I spanked her ass. I don’t know where I was going, nor do I

f**king care. I kept walking until the music from Robert’s party was no more, and the dimness of the

night swallowed us completely. With how drunk I was, it was a miracle I didn’t stumble on the ground.

Millicent stopped fighting

me as soon as we crossed the lawn. Her body was still rigid, and when I finally put her down, her palms

immediately collided with my cheek.

That slap sobered me up from the alcohol

but not from my jealousy. Millicent slapped me again, this time on the other cheek.

“What’s wrong with you?!” she yelled in my face. “You can’t just act like a freaking caveman throwing m

e over your shoulder after you parade your new girlfriend in front of me!” She was so worked up and we

both knew what that does to me.

Her jealousy zapped all the nerve endings in my body to life, sending an electric shock straight to my di

ck.

Nose flaring, I grabbed her hand when she turned her back on me, aiming to run away again. I pulled he

“So it worked?” I said with a chuckle, securing an arm

around her waist.

The night was cold, but Millicent’s body against mine was enough to keep me warm. She lost her Stetso

“What?” she glared at me with furrowed brows.

“You’re jealous,” I stated, as a matter of fact, my jealousy waning.

“I’m not,” she huffed, lifting her hand between us and pushing against me. “Let go! Why are you even m

“Oh, Millicent,” I sighed, pressing my forehead on hers, her breath caressing my lips.

“I don’t care,” she groaned, but the tension in her shoulder eased. She was still fighting me, but her resis

“I do…” she shivered as I pressed my lips on her pulse, melting into my arms. “… hate you… Damian…

My name was a plea. I smiled, nibbling her earlobes

and biting down on her collarbone. I did this until she squirmed in my arms, unknowingly rubbing her

body like a feline seeking warmth.

“Go on a date with me,” I said between kissing and biting her neck. The off–

shoulder of her dress allowed access so I could feast on her skin.

“No.” She buried her fingers in my hair, fisting.

God. I missed making out with her. I groaned at the pain that shot through my scalp.

“I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow night.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

dominance.

If she wasn’t clawing on my shoulder and back, I’d think this was still a dream, one that had been in my

Pulling away for air, Millicent’s eyes were hooded and glazed over, lips swollen as she stared at me.

“Seven, hm?” I murmured, cradling her face.

“No…” she whispered, like she was having an inner battle.

“Please?” I pleaded, my eyes begging her to give me a chance. She nibbled her lower lip, nodding feebl

“Thank f**k Ana’s plan worked.” Those words were out of my mouth before I even realized.

Millicent’s body went taut, her eyes narrowing at me. “What plan?”

“What?” I tried to backpedal on my words, but her anger was making a comeback in full force.

She was smart–that’s one thing I liked about her–

and she didn’t need me to explain what I meant by what I said. Dark clouds gathered above us, and her

“Ugh! I can’t believe I fell for that!” She stomped on

my feet. I hissed. I think she crushed my toe. My

hold on her loosened. She broke free. Her nose flared, and she was breathing fire. “I hate you!”

She turned her back on me. She was a dragon ready to burn down anyone in her path.

“I’ll pick you up at seven!” I reminded her, and she answered me with a dirty finger, not even looking

back.

I chuckled, still considering this a success.