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 bullet wound when I was fifteen, along with my older brother. This 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 very aroused, and my eyes fell on a beautiful woman next to me. I overheard her conversation with her friend, and I picked interest with her and I made an effort to talk to her.

My love life had always been complicated, as I tended to pursue top actresses, models, or Instagram celebrities. The woman next to 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 that I probably wouldn't see her again after that night. She orgasmed multiple times, and I also reached my peak several times.

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. This led me into a period of depression, and I had lived a playboy lifestyle for a while. 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 have tried to impregnate women, even paying for procedures to implant my sperm in a woman's egg, but all my efforts have been unsuccessful.

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

As soon as I came into her, I lost interest immediately. It was something that happened when I just fucked a woman. I seemed to lose complete interest in them and I threw them out. I did the same to her. Women were just my tools for sexual pleasure and nothing else.

Once I was done with them, they lacked interest in my eyes and I always left them out. The rest of the night passed so fast, and 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, and the bride walked towards him. My eyes settled on the brunette behind the bride, and I held my breath. She looked so familiar, just like the girl from yesterday, but I wasn’t so sure it was her just yet.

As soon as she stood beside me, we made contact, and she gasped, confirming that she was indeed my one-night stand from last night.

The rest of the ceremony went by, and I ignored her. As we got to the reception, we were told to dance with each other, and wanting to keep a good relationship in the eyes of the public, she approached me.

I took her hands in mine as I led her to the dance floor. The music took off as we danced.

“You're just gonna ignore me, right?” she suddenly said, looking up at me.

I smirked down at her. I didn’t know what she expected me to say. Last night did happen, and neither of us knew that we were to be siblings.

“Oh, hey there. We had so much fun yesterday,” I said as I smirked at her. She gasped at me and glared at me.

“You're just like they said, a jerk. How dare you make fun of this situation?” she said back at me, and I let out a laugh.

“I would say you should behave yourself, miss. Everyone is watching,” I mumbled in her ear, making it seem like we were indeed 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 at her.

“Oh, it seems like you used me. You must have known I was to be your stepbrother, and you took that opportunity to seduce me,” I replied to her as I smirked at her reaction.

I knew what happened was a coincidence, and neither of us knew, but she was going to throw the blame on me. I would do the same.

“You,” she said back at me as I took that 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.

“Keep a straight face,” I warned her.

“Make me,” she challenged me, and I smirked down at her as I threw her back and brought my lips close to hers. Her eyes widened in surprise. Gasps were heard all around us as the cameras flicked faster than ever around us. I knew that this would be on the front page of the magazine tomorrow, and it wouldn’t come as a surprise.

“See, simple,” I told her as she looked at me, shocked by my actions.

“You're insane,” she replied, and I let out a laugh.

“You have no idea,” I replied to her. Soon, the music came to an end. She angrily dragged her hands away from mine and walked out of the dance floor, leaving me standing right there. After all, couples were supposed to get off the dance floor together.

I rolled my eyes as I stepped off the dance floor. I'm done here. As soon as I was about to walk out of the reception, my best friend tagged me and said, “Don’t tell me you got that chick wet on the dance floor,” he whispered at me as I reached out to grab a juice from a waiter.

“You have no idea,” I replied to him as his eyes widened.

“That’s your sister now, man.”

“We already hit it off, so there is nothing to hide about,” I told him.

From there, I took my time to explain the situation to him, and his eyes widened the more I let on.

“Damn, you just couldn’t try to keep it in your pants, could you?” he said as he let out a laugh.

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

“I never plan on hitting that again. You know I never go back,” I replied, and we smirked.