487 Missing Desser

Monday—November 26

"Hold still," Katherine said as she fixed Damien's tie. He was wearing a four-piece pinstripe black suit and looking incredibly neat and smart as always.

"Don't forget about our appointment in West tomorrow for the gala. We'll swing by before we go to your grandfather," he said, watching her as she focused on his tie.

"Okay, I'll put it in my calendar."

"While you're in the office, scope out as much as you can. We'll have Styles, but we can never be too lax."

"Yes, Boss." She glanced up at him, smiling because of his reminders.

His eyes trained on her dress. "You look nice…" he complimented. "Too bad the buttons only stop halfway." 

She wore a white knee-length pencil cut dress with elbow sleeves, a notched neckline, and gold buttons and belt. Katherine looked so classy and put together.

She laughed at his comment, her eyes sparkling as she glanced at him. Then, she patted the finished tie and answered, "I can't have you tearing all my nice dresses, Mister. I happen to also like this one."

He clicked his tongue as his hand wandered south her backside. "We really need to get you more of those easy access dresses, Kitten."

She rolled her eyes, yet a sweet smile formed on her face before tiptoeing and giving him a kiss. "Haven't you heard of the saying: If there's a will, there's a way? We'll just have to be more creative, Damien."

Gazing down at her, an amused smirk danced on his lips. "Does that mean I can have you anytime I want?"

Katherine's hand wrapped around his tie, pulling him down to meet her lips. "Anytime… Anywhere… In any way…"

Damien gripped her waist and pressed his erection against her front, making her aware of what she had done to him. "Now, now… How could you say that? Look what you're doing to me."

Unabashedly, she slid a hand on his bulge and it twitched against her palm. "Hmmm… I'll just have to make it up to you. We're going to be late. We need to leave." And she kissed him on the lips again before pulling him by the hand and bringing him out of the bedroom.

"You told me just now… How could you break a promise within ten seconds?" He sighed, squeezing her bottom as they walked out the door as if to release his frustration, and she just laughed.

…

Crown Resort Group

As Damien finished going over some paperwork, he took off his eyeglasses and squeezed his eyes shut for a bit, leaning against the backrest of his office chair. It was only noon and he was already dreading to finish his day at the company.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and in came Markus with a paper bag in his hand and some folders. Damien's eyes were still closed when he said, "Boss, Ms. Katherine sent you lunch."

Markus placed the paper bag on the desk and as his boss started unpacking the contents, he began, "I have received a response from the current team owner. He's asking for a ridiculous amount."

Damien checked the folder that he received from Markus and he arched his brow, a mocking chuckle escaped from his throat when he saw the numbers. "Such an ambitious bastard."

"I heard he was also entertaining another buyer, but when he learned that you were interested, he suddenly raised the amount by forty percent."

He scoffed. "Set up a meeting with him."

"You're seeing him personally?" Markus probed.

"Looks like he's itching to rob me. I should at least see him once… It's been a while since I taught someone a lesson," Damien said ever so casually as he looked at the delicious meal on his desk. "Oh, and look into changing the team's name."

Markus didn't even have to question Damien, knowing that if his boss wanted something, he would definitely get it. So, acquiring the basketball team even with the problematic current owner was going to be nothing but a child's play. "Understood. What name do you have in mind?"

Damien thought about it for a bit and then answered, "Falcons. Esmea Falcons."

Nodding, Markus typed the note onto his tablet and put it on top of the list. This was for Damien's mother, so naturally, he'd want to name it after her. 

Damien was never one to take pictures, but this time, he took out his phone and snapped a photo of the meal that he arranged on his desk, then he sent it to Katherine along with the message:

[Damien: Thanks for the meal. I will enjoy it. Too bad I'm missing dessert.]

In a matter of seconds, he received a reply.

[MyKitten: What do you mean? There's a slice of cake there…?]

[Damien: I meant you.]

Raising his head, he asked Markus, "How's the reservation for tonight?"

"I have already arranged the restaurant and booked the tickets for the event. And I've leaked the info regarding the reservation to a few media outlets that showed interest in the recent gossip about your relationship with Ms. Katherine."

"And the team? Has Felix contacted them?"

"Yes, Boss. Everything is in place for tonight."

Damien took a deep breath and nodded. "Good."

A few seconds later, his phone buzzed. Tapping his phone screen, he opened the new text message and saw that Katherine responded with a winky emoji together with her selfie. He stared at the picture for a good ten seconds before he wordlessly waved his hand at Markus as if to tell him to get out—all without taking his eyes off the screen.

Markus shook his head and retrieved the folder before heading out and locking the door behind him.