Chapter 3. Dance with a Stranger

Damien’s POV

I landed in London in the evening. My father was getting married the next day, and it was important for me to attend the wedding. I was happy for my father, but I wasn’t pleased with the woman he had chosen to be his wife.

She had a questionable background and reputation, but my father loved her despite my concerns.

My mother had died from a gunshot wound when I was fifteen, along with my older brother. It had a profound impact on my father, who became reclusive, leaving me to run the family company from the age of eighteen.

I was currently twenty-eight, and as soon as I arrived in London, my driver picked me up and took me to the club where my future stepmother was hosting her pre-wedding party.

After congratulating her and my father, I went to get a drink. I was feeling restless, and my eyes fell on a beautiful woman beside me. I overheard her conversation with her friend, became interested in her, and made an effort to talk to her.

My love life had always been complicated since I tended to pursue top actresses, models, or Instagram celebrities. The woman beside me was one of the most beautiful I had ever seen, and I knew she would be my conquest for the night.

We hit it off quickly, sharing jokes and conversations. She mentioned that she was there for the after-party, and I assumed she was a friend of the bride. I couldn’t tell if she recognized me, but it didn’t matter. I took her to my office upstairs, and we had a passionate encounter.

I savored every moment with her, knowing I probably wouldn’t see her again after that night. She orgasmed multiple times, and I reached my peak several times as well.

I wasn’t worried about getting her pregnant because I knew I couldn’t. I had been diagnosed with hypogonadism when I was young, which meant I couldn’t father children. That diagnosis sent me into a period of depression, and afterward, I embraced a playboy lifestyle. What was the point of keeping a woman if I couldn’t have children? The only person who knew about my condition was my father.

We had hoped that his new wife would be able to bear a child who could inherit the family company. Since I turned twenty-two, I had tried to impregnate women, even paying for procedures to implant my sperm into a woman’s egg, but all my efforts had failed.

So now it was up to my father. He had to produce another heir, and I had to run the company until I retired or the heir was old enough to take over.

As soon as I came inside her, I lost interest immediately. It was something that always happened after I fucked a woman. I seemed to lose all interest in them and would throw them out. I did the same to her. Women were just tools for my sexual pleasure and nothing more.

Once I was done with them, they no longer interested me, and I always pushed them away.

The rest of the night passed quickly, and soon it was the morning of my father’s wedding.

I stood beside him as he beamed with joy. I had never seen him this happy since the incident, and I tried not to ruin it. I stood behind him as the best man while the bride walked toward him. My eyes settled on the brunette behind the bride, and I held my breath.

She looked familiar, just like the girl from last night, but I wasn’t completely sure yet.

The moment she stood beside me, our eyes met, and she gasped, confirming that she was indeed my one-night stand from the night before.

The rest of the ceremony passed, and I ignored her. When we got to the reception, we were told to dance together, and wanting to maintain a good image in public, she approached me.

I took her hands in mine and led her onto the dance floor. The music started as we danced.

“You’re just going to ignore me, right?” she suddenly asked, looking up at me.

I smirked down at her. I didn’t know what she expected me to say. Last night happened, and neither of us had known we were about to become siblings.

“Oh, hey there. We had so much fun yesterday,” I said with a smirk. She gasped and glared at me.

“You’re exactly what they said you are, a jerk. How dare you make fun of this situation?” she shot back, and I laughed.

“I’d say you should behave yourself, miss. Everyone is watching,” I murmured in her ear, making it appear as though we were getting along. She frowned and looked around us. Even our parents were holding hands and smiling at us.

“It doesn’t matter. You used me,” she replied, and I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, it seems like you used me. You must’ve known I was going to be your stepbrother, and you took the opportunity to seduce me,” I replied with a smirk at her reaction.

I knew what happened had been a coincidence and that neither of us had known, but if she was going to blame me, I would do the same.

“You—” she snapped, and I used the opportunity to spin her around. Soon, other couples joined us on the dance floor.

She kept glaring at me, and I found it amusing. She looked cute when she was angry.

“Keep a straight face,” I warned her.

“Make me,” she challenged, and I smirked down at her before dipping her backward and bringing my lips close to hers. Her eyes widened in surprise. Gasps echoed around us as cameras flashed rapidly. I knew this would end up on the front page of magazines tomorrow, and honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me.

“See? Simple,” I told her as she stared at me in shock.

“You’re insane,” she replied, and I laughed.

“You have no idea,” I answered.

Soon, the music came to an end. She angrily pulled her hands away from mine and stormed off the dance floor, leaving me standing there alone, even though couples were supposed to leave together.

I rolled my eyes and stepped off the dance floor. I was done here.

Just as I was about to leave the reception, my best friend nudged me and said, “Don’t tell me you got that chick wet on the dance floor,” he whispered while I grabbed a glass of juice from a passing waiter.

“You have no idea,” I replied, and his eyes widened.

“That’s your sister now, man.”

“We already hooked up, so there’s nothing to hide,” I told him.

From there, I explained the situation, and his eyes widened the more I revealed.

“Damn, you really couldn’t keep it in your pants, could you?” he said with a laugh.

“Tell me you don’t plan on hitting that again?” he asked.

“I never plan on hitting the same woman twice. You know I never go back,” I replied, and we smirked.