Damian’s pov
Jenna looked overly excited when she showed the photo of the guy she had found. She looked both proud and flushed as she looked at the phone screen.
It made curious to know just how handso that kid in the picture was to make Jenna act like this.
I shifted in my seat, leaning closer to catch every detail on the screen.
’Hmm, let have a look...’
The first thing I noticed about this ’Vivi’ was that he was young...extrely young. He barely looked legal. And the second was the fact that he was more beautiful than he was handso.
He had a clean face and soft features that gave him a youthful and a little...softer appearance.
I even had to admit that he had a nice-looking face. But my jealousy clouded my judgent of the situation.
’Aren’t I better looking than this kid?...No wait, I cannot step into the acting industry. My hands are full of things I need to do anyway...’
My heart and mind felt like they were at war and a frown covered my face. Before I could say anything I would co to regret, I offered Jenna a date disguised as an outing.
I half-smiled to cover the tension, though my insides were scrambling for control.
She either did not notice or did not have a problem with our date because she quickly agreed to go out with .
As she went back to her room, I could not help but clench my hand to keep myself in check.
My knuckles turned white pressing against the table.
"Do not follow after Jenna. No matter what you do, you cannot follow her to her room. She needs so privacy..."
’Privacy? What privacy? Haven’t we already seen her in her most vulnerable situation already? Surely, a little stalking won’t hurt—’
The thought flared bright and ugly, and I slamd my head against the desk to knock it away.
I imdiately slamd my head into my desk to clear out these thoughts and when that did not help, I decided to call Jason to get a report of what happened outside.
I currently needed soone to vent my anger and frustration toward and unfortunately, Jason would have to be the one who handles my outlet.
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Jenna’s pov
In the end, the outing turned out to be dinner at one of the best restaurants in the world. It was well-known for how hard it was to get a reservation here.
Still, the fact that Damian had managed to get a reservation at such short notice spoke a lot about his influence. I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill.
As soon as we reached the restaurant, the owner ca out to greet us personally.
"Welco to our establishnt, esteed guests. We have prepared your usual table, Mr Black. Would you like us to show you the way?"
The owner asked but Damian paused. He gave the owner a brief glance before he looked outside.
I was sure that there were people following us to try and take a photo of us. As such, a semi-public setting might be a better choice. So I decided to take a risk here and speak up.
"Can we sit by a window? I would like to see the outside view while we are eating."
I told Damian with an almost whiny voice, but it was the owner who paled and gave a look.
"M-Miss, surely a private seat would be better. Besides, the room Mr Damian usually uses—"
"No, a window seat will be fine. If Jenna wants to see the view outside, then I want that as well."
Damian was on the sa wavelength as and the restaurant owner had no choice but to bow down to us in that regard.
"Alright, I understand. Please follow ."
The restaurant owner led us to our table, but his eyes did not leave the whole ti. He was checking out to see if I was worthy of his attention or not. I kept my posture straight, forced a faint polite smile.
Damian imdiately pulled himself a little ahead of to shield from the owner’s eyes. His actions were a silent warning for the owner not to look at . The owner got the ssage and quickly sat us down.
"Please order through the system and we will deliver it to you once we are done."
The owner told us as he left us alone. Our section was currently cut off from the rest of the restaurant with the help of so blinders and the only way soone could look in was through the window.
And that was what our stalkers were currently doing. The flashes of their lens were clear to notice in the window glass. I counted at least three...maybe more hidden behind bigger caras.
"What would you like to order?"
Damian asked as he stood up from across to sit beside . He took my hand in his own to take a look at the online nu.
His thumb brushed over the screen lightly, but the warmth of his hand was unmistakable.
Outside our window, the snaps of caras went off and I took so ti to order. I pretended to lean more into Damian’s arms, showing off to the reporters just how close we were.
But pretending was so much tougher than I expected. Damian’s touch was making feel weird and I kept wanting to lean in more toward him and pull back at the sa ti.
My fingers tightened around the glass of water, knuckles white, trying to steady myself against my own feelings.
"Are you alright? Is sothing the matter?"
Damian’s voice was filled with concern as he asked this. He was leaning over my shoulder when he asked as well.
And in all honesty, I should feel touched and tell him that I was fine.
But instead...my body was betraying and I felt myself twitching in places I should not be. A sharp heat spread through , sudden and dangerous, warning how much I still desired him.
The feeling of him being this close brought back mories that I had buried within my mind and vowed not to recall...ever.
My breathing caught. I had to fight down the shock before I lost my calm.
’I need to get out of here before I have an accident. I should tell Damian I need to head to the bathroom....’
My feet acted before my brain did and I pushed my chair back before I stood up.
"I-I need to head to the bathroom. Just give a few minutes and I will be back."
I told Damian and he nodded before his eyes narrowed as he looked outside.He held his gaze steady on the street for a mont before he looked back at .
I did not ask him what he was seeing as I hurried to the bathroom to take care of myself.
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