Dirty Beautiful Rich Part Four by Eva Devon

Author:Eva Devon [Devon, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bard Productions
Published: 2015-03-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

Damian stared out at Kowloon Bay. Thousands of lights glimmered across Hong Kong and he supposed that some people in the penthouse, might feel a top the world. He was certainly damned high. The hotel gave new meanings to high-rise.

He, however, felt lower than scum. It was a new feeling. He’d done nothing in the years since his father’s death to regret. Nothing which might make him feel the skin coating sort of self disgust he felt right now.

He’d done the unthinkable. He’d let himself slip. It had never happened before. He cursed and slammed his palm against the shatterproof window. That was no excuse. He was supposed to have just taken Julie on as his lover, enjoyed her, helped her. Moved on. He was not supposed to feel like he was breathing in paradise when he had nestled his face in her dark hair. He was not supposed to feel suspended in midair when he kissed her. And he was damn well not supposed to feel as if he was plunging into an endless abyss as he took her home in the black night.

Julie Doyle had pried open the cage he’d locked around his heart. And hearts were dangerous things. Wasn’t it his father’s heart what destroyed him?

He looked away from the gaudy night and paced over to his bed. He tried to sit but the moment he sat on the bed he jumped. The uncontrollable energy coiled in him was foreign. He couldn’t remember being wound tight like this, being on the point of fury. Not since he’d been a boy and had a few incidences of rage. He thought he’d had those under tight rein. But now, he wasn’t sure. It was why he’d locked himself in his hotel room after the series of meetings.

He’d assumed that weeks of distance would make the way he’d left Julie easier. It had grown worse. The self-recriminations had grown more powerful, rife with self-derision. He was getting reports about her progress. Nothing else. He didn’t want to know anything personal. He had no right. But he’d been informed she was progressing with the history. He’d half hoped she’d headed back to America. He’d have paid her the full amount, of course. It was he who had stepped over the line, not she. He had failed her.

But in a surprising move of determination and pride, Julie had not abandoned her post.

Damian eyed his phone. He curled his palms into fists. He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t. . . But even as he repeated the words in his head, he was stretching out his hand to the slim mobile. He picked up and said, “Call Grandmother.”

His grandmother did not have a mobile. But, to him, she was Castle Clare. The line rang four times and then picked up. To his surprise his Grandmother’s strong voice answered. He’d actually expected a servant to answer, not her. She was usually out with the dogs.

He paused for a moment, now feeling like a complete fool.

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