Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

Asking for favours

I should check myself into a psych ward because I’ve completely run mad. Why else will I be seeing love in Damien’s eyes if I’ve not gone completely insane? Damien is a playboy; playboys do not fall in love.

“You must tell me why you need the file, or I cannot help you. I am not making any promises, but if you tell me and you are honest, I’ll see what I can do.”

Tell him the truth. He’s the only one that can help you. This is a sensitive issue. Did you think Amelia would give you a student file? It would be best if you were grateful you saw him.

Eww. Why should I be thankful for meeting him here?

I couldn’t be more grateful for seeing him.

I hate him, and I don’t even know why. Damien is a thorn in my flesh.

If Amelia had refused, I would have found my way around it. One that didn’t include Damien, for sure!

You think it’s that easy.

It is. I…

“Are you fighting in your head?” Damien asked, his sweet, sultry voice pulling me out of my head. His voice is so sexy. So smooth. He’s the only man I’ve seen with the rich New Everest accent I see only in movies. He talks like he’s singing. I only just noticed it.

That would be because he’s the prince.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Why are you suddenly paying attention to him?

Damien is a playboy! Damien is bad news! Stay away from Damien!

How did he know I was fighting in my head?

“Do I give you time to decide what to do?” Damien chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The annoying Damien is back!

“Please, I just need it,” I begged.

“As much as I love the tone of your voice when you are calm, that’s not a good enough answer. If I’ll risk my neck for you, I should know why I’m doing it.”

“So that you know if it’s worth it?”

“Exactly?”

“Isn’t doing anything that would make me happy worth it as you claim that you like me?” I asked with the sweetest, most seductive smile I could muster.

“Oh no, no, no. You will not try to flirt with me when it’s convenient. Although I think I just might be falling for it.”

“Really?” I asked hopefully.

If there’s any way I can avoid telling him the truth, I’ll welcome it with open arms-anything to throw him off my scent.

“No.” He replied.

I rolled my eyes.

There’s no escaping for you, Samantha, and you do not have time. Get this over with.

“Look, I will be working as her nanny starting today. I need to know what I’m getting myself into. Do you understand?”

Damien tilted his head, cocking a brow. “Why are you going to work as her nanny?”

“Why do you ask? Do you want to report me to your mother?”

“Of course not!”

He looked surprised that I dared to ask him that. That I even conceived the thought in my head.

“I’ll never do anything to sabotage me getting to see you every day,” he added, a mischievous smile on his face.

My heart rumbled, “Look who is flirting now.”

“Don’t I always.”

“Are you going to give me or not?” I asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from us flirting.

“Whatever your question, you should be able to ask her father. He would tell you since he employed you.”

I scoffed. “If it were that easy, do you think I’ll be here? I can’t stand you, and the only reason I’m still talking to you is because this is important to me.”

“I love your honesty sometimes, but most times, it just pisses me off.” He cackled.

“I do not live to please you.” I rolled my eyes.

He fake gasped, feigning hurt while standing.

He walked to me, bent down to my ears, and whispered. “What do I get in return for breaking the school rule? It’s against the law, and no one makes an exception to the law without gain. You should know that, you are a lawyer after all. My lady Samantha.”

I wanted to smack him, but I quickly thought against it. I held the table firmly, my veins popping out. He was making me very uncomfortable, and he pissed me off too. I was nervous and scared.

Scared because my pant was soaked. If he made a move, I can…

“Tell me what I stand to gain?” He continued. His mint breath was a gentle chill that brushed the sensitive part of my skin.

What if Julian walks in and sees us?

Fuck!

Have I become a French whore?

There’s a difference between the way Julian makes me feel and the way Damien makes me feel. With Julian, I want to give in because I think it’s the right thing to do. With Damien, I fight every cell in my body because I know it’s the wrong thing to do.

I was about to lose.

Every word he spoke sent shivers to my core. His breath on my neck caused goosebumps to decorate my skin.

To think of having sex with Him, however, is to accept defeat. To accept being a toy. I could see a future with Julian but none with Mr. Playboy.

Control yourself, Samantha. Now!

“I’ll hate you less. That should be enough.” “Maybe I’ll start seeing you as a human.” I continued. My hands voluntarily moved to my jeans pocket, where the knife lay waiting to be used.

I swear it would be used should Damien try to exploit me. I would rather go to jail than be one of his toys.

He kissed my ears, and I flinched, the knife already in my hands. “A kiss would have been better, but what you’re offering can be managed till I think of something better.” He moved away and went back to his chair. I finally let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.