Chapter 574: You Hurt Me
When Damienโs large hand landed on Joyceโs shoulder, she frowned and exclaimed, โIt hurtsโฆ please be more gentle.โ Damien had never massaged a woman beforeโin fact, heโd never massaged anyoneโso he applied considerable pressure. Hearing her cry of pain, he eased up, becoming much gentler. This time, Joyce felt comfortable.
โRight, thatโs it, very good. Hey, this is a tip for you. Iโm happy if youโre happy.โ Joyce handed Damien a generous sum of money. He looked down, realizing her generosity. The skin beneath his palm was as smooth as silk. Damien struggled to maintain his focus, his Adamโs apple bobbing nervously.
โYouโre giving me all this?โ he asked.
Joyce smiled. His voice was deeply pleasant, magnetic even. โElegant Garden really lives up to its reputation,โ she mused inwardly. โThis male technicianโs voice is so sweet; one could get pregnant just listening to him.โ She closed her eyes.
โHow do you want me to massage you?โ Damienโs hand moved slowly down her waist. Joyceโs eyes snapped open. She deftly evaded his touch and rolled off the bed.
โI donโt remember ordering this serviceโฆโ she blinked, her beautiful eyes fixed on Damien. He saw her face clearly now. โYou!โ Her eyes widened. Damien, thinking sheโd recognized him, was surprised when she exclaimed, โI clearly ordered a young guy. Why did my order change to an older man? Who are you?โ
Disappointed she didn't recognize him, Damien pursed his lips, his gaze sharp. He snorted coldly, โJoyce, who do you think I am?โ
Surprised he knew her name, Joyce examined him from head to toe. His attire was exquisite; he looked like a noble, restrained, and successful upper-class man.
โWho do I think you are?โ she replied. โArenโt you the one I caught hugging a female technician just now? Donโt worry, everyone is here to have fun. I definitely wonโt tell on you,โ she added.
Damien felt his anger rising. His famed self-control vanished, and he yelled, โJoyce Brown!โ
Joyce looked at him, slowly saying, โYou canโt be Damien, Oliveโs father, are you?โ
โYou finally remembered, right?โ Damien replied, his face grim. It was him. Joyce sat up, wrapped in a large bath towel, her long, wavy chestnut hair cascading like silk. Out with Olive, they were often mistaken for sisters, not mother and daughter.
โOliveโs dad? What a coincidence. Why are you here? Are you looking for me?โ
โWhat do you think?โ Damien retorted.
โDamien, why are you looking for me? We just had a one-night stand. As strangers, shouldnโt we disappear from each otherโs lives after that?โ Joyce asked sternly.
Damien was speechless. Why was he looking for her? He was mad to seek out this heartless woman!
โThat night, Nora pretended to be you, then claimed Iโd gotten her pregnant. I married her because I thought she was carrying my child. Didnโt you know about that?โ
Joyce considered a moment, then nodded. โI heard a little about Nora, when her father, Paulo, was my student.โ
Damienโs brows furrowed. He grabbed her slender arm, pulling her closer. โI married that woman who pretended to be you. Donโt you care?โ His eyes blazed with anger.
Joyce winced. โDamien, youโre hurting me.โ
Damien saw the red mark his grip had left on her delicate skin and quickly released her. Joyce tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her brows furrowed. โDamien, are you looking for me to relive your old dreams andโฆ sleep with me again?โ
Damien, raised as the heir to a wealthy family, was exceptionally refined in his speech. He reprimanded her in a deep voice, โSpeak decently!โ
Joyce clamped her lips shut. She hadnโt expected such sternness. Remembering Damien, the business tycoon who had once swept Imperial City, notorious for his distance from women, she chuckled, finding him rather interesting. Her eyes held a hint of seduction.
โCould it be that I was wrong? You rushed in so recklessly, like you were catching a traitor. Have you been obsessed with me all these years?โ
Damien felt her hands trail down his trousers. She was bold, direct. Countless women had pursued him, but none had seduced him like this.