Chapter 659 I’ll Accompany You Tonight

Aiden used the room key to open the door. Damien entered, pausing at the threshold, but his vantage point allowed him a clear view of the room. Joyce was inside, drinking wine with two young men, appearing already tipsy.

“Come on, drink,” one of the men urged.

“No, I can’t drink anymore. Ask me a question,” Joyce replied.

“How many boyfriends have you had?” the other young man asked.

Joyce, drunk, pondered, then extended her fingers. “One, two, three, four… too many to count!”

Aiden inhaled sharply, watching Damien's face. His master looked grim, clearly curious about her answer. Had she been with other men since him? The confirmation caused a sinister curl of Damien's lips. The three inside were oblivious to their company.

The men found Joyce charming in her slightly intoxicated state. One laughed and asked, “Who do you like the least?”

“Damien!” Joyce replied vaguely. “I hate him! What’s so great about him? He’s just…a little more handsome, a little richer.”

“Joyce!” Annabelle burst in. She’d heard the commotion from the next room—the impending demolition of the clubhouse. The hallway was full of bodyguards; Damien stood in the room, his gaze menacing.

Annabelle touched Joyce’s forehead. “Mr. Robert, Joyce is drunk. Please send her home. I’ll leave now,” she said calmly, departing.

Joyce, attempting to follow, stumbled into a wall. “Oh, my forehead hurts!” She’d bumped into Damien. His chest felt cold and hard.

“Do I know you?” Joyce asked, sensing familiarity.

Aiden watched, quietly pleased Joyce wasn't completely inebriated. He hoped for a quick admission of her mistake.

Joyce looked at the handsome man. “Did your boss send you?” she winked playfully, touching his chin. “Don’t tell me you’re his personal…man?”

Damien's face remained impassive. For the first time, he was treated as a hired escort. He said, “What? Do you want me to serve you tonight?”

His deep, magnetic voice resonated with Joyce. Recognition dawned. “You…you…”

Damien. It was Damien! Her drunkenness lessened considerably.

Damien approached. “I’ll serve you well.”

Frightened, Joyce retreated. She felt an inexplicable fear of him. She stumbled backward, falling onto the bed. Damien loomed over her.

His handsome face was inches from hers, flawless. She felt mesmerized. She placed her hands on his chest.

“You mean…serve me tonight?”

“You don’t like it?” Damien's voice softened, yet Joyce trembled. The memory of his arrest and the ten billion dollar demand flashed in her mind.

“But I heard you’re expensive. I’m broke,” she said.

Damien chuckled darkly. “What? Did those two empty your wallet?”

“I need the bathroom!” Joyce exclaimed, pushing him away and fleeing the room. She ran past the bathroom, out into the hallway, where bodyguards stood in formation.

“Miss Brown, the boss invites you back.”