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After Damon’s heartbreaking message, Olivia had gone to bed in her room, taking her phone with her because she still hoped the man might change his mind. She even wanted to put both knees to the floor to pray to God that he would send her a new message that would change things. Despite the fact that she knew her phone would vibrate if she ever received any message from him, she only looked at it once in a while.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Damon had finally pulled himself together, it hadn’t been easy, but with a few files, it was all over, at least for his member because he still smelled as hot as ever. Hours later, he still had a few things to check and was just about to leave a message for his secretary to send him those files when his office door opened on her.

– I even wanted to leave you a message, I need the complete file for the capsule assembly, the new project since online.

– Yes, sir, but you have a visitor.

Damon looked up to see who was there when he saw the beautiful face of his best friend James. He’d already got into the habit of no longer warning him before coming to see him, and it was already irritating him.

– It’s all right, Carline, you can go.

The latter nodded and left his office while James walked straight towards him. He waited for the latter to take a seat in one of the armchairs opposite his desk, but preferred to sit on the sofa.

– So, Damon, you’re never going to stop working? Is your work that enjoyable?

– I can say yes, because I earn my living quietly, which makes all the girls love me and the men jealous. I’m sure that if I were poor, no girl would have noticed what a god of beauty I am, but I also know one thing.

– And what’s that, Damon?

– That while I find my job jouissif, I know yours has a lot of service perks,” he said, looking at James mischievously.

James shook his head from side to side, having no idea what Damon was talking about. He was sure he just wanted to tease him, because for some time now, he too had become a player, and the cold CEO he knew was gradually disappearing. He wanted to know what was changing him.

– Damon, I don’t understand what you’re saying.

– You’ve got models in your box every day, brother, I wonder how you manage without a hard-on. What am I saying? Without a hard-on? No, that’s impossible. I’m sure you’re not the saintly man James makes you out to be.

– I don’t know the girl you’re seeing at the moment, but I’d like to get her a medal. You’re back a little and I’m glad. I’d like to go for a drink, it’s already five o’clock in the evening and ….

He was interrupted by Damon, who had glanced at the Rolex on his wrist. He couldn’t believe it, it really was five o’clock in the evening and to think he’d forgotten the object of his fantasies.