Lying on the bed half necked, Damien was only wearing his trousers on, The beautiful lady that was with him has been long gone after their wild passionate intimate season.
His mind was elsewhere, He was thinking about that girl that he had met two days ago, Though it's been more than forty-eight hours since he met her, he couldn't stop himself from smiling every time he remembers her shy smile.
Damien had refused to collect information about who is this girl was when Owen offered him that he can do it, The girl was clear that she still an innocent and untouched flower, And he didn't want to ruin this beautiful flower with his filthy hands.
He could tell that she was eighteen years old or less, She seemed like a harmless little kitten but he didn't miss the playful look in her captivating green eyes.
"Will I'm going to see you again?" He whispered to himself.
