Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress Chapter 91 - I Would Love To Be Shackled To You

Lexi Jin watched as Damien held Katherine's hand with so much affection as he brought her towards their table. He even whispered sweet nothings to her ear, making her blush. Lexi clenched her teeth and balled her hands into fists. Damien never looked at her or smiled at her like that when they dated before. She didn't even remember him ever introducing her as his girlfriend! So what the h.e.l.l was he on about? What girlfriend? 

A scowl formed on her face as she mentally cursed Katherine. She did not believe that Damien would ever settle for someone like her. She believed that Damien only said that to spite her.

"Was that your ex? The one you kept talking about? It looks like he is off the market now," commented the woman next to her with accented English. "Too bad... He is indeed very handsome, just like you said."

Lexi's brows furrowed for a second before a wicked smile appeared on her face. "She's just a bed warmer, they're not going to last. I'll make sure he begs for me to return to him. He'll see that I'm so much better than that social climber. Let's go." She raised her chin up and catwalked out of the restaurant like the supermodel that she was.

Lexi's friend rolled her eyes as she followed suit. Lexi sure had high self-confidence. Didn't she see how in love the man was with that woman? She couldn't understand her friend. If she was really still so attracted to her ex, why was she still seeing William late at night? She shook her head and cursed in Italian.

Meanwhile at the Young Corporation...

CEO Deborah Young was at her desk reading some company doc.u.ments. She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming up.

There was a knock on her door and her a.s.sistant came in only after she gave the signal.

"Madam, you have a package," he said as he handed her a sealed brown envelope. 

"Thanks." She received the envelope and waited for her a.s.sistant to exit the office before she opened and took out the files inside.

Inside was the report of Katherine Miller's profile. Scanning through the text and flipping through the pages, she found that there was nothing special about her background - both parents died when she was still an infant — adopted — lived a shabby life and an uninteresting lifestyle. The only thing that she found noteworthy was the same year of birth, although not the same birth date.

There was still too much to learn about this woman. She rubbed her temples again and caught sight of the black envelope that was on her desk.

Checking out the invitation, she noted the Park family as the host. This was not the first time she had received invitations from them to attend such an event but she had not attended any of the previous charities due to conflict of schedule. After contemplating, she pressed a b.u.t.ton on a device and the voice of her a.s.sistant was heard.

"Yes, Madam?"

"Kindly respond to this charity gala. I will be going with my daughter."

"Understood, Madam. Is there anything else?"

"That's all. You can go home now."

Releasing the b.u.t.ton, she s.h.i.+fted her gaze back to Katherine's profile and brought her thumb to her lip, biting her nail as she began to feel uneasy. "Who are you?" she mumbled.

The restaurant looked so expensive — even the waiters looked expensive.

Damien watched the wine being poured in his gla.s.s and thanked the waiter afterwards. Picking up the gla.s.s, he gently swirled the wine and brought it close to his lips, inhaling the fragrance before taking a sip. 

Katherine appreciated how cla.s.sy he looked at the moment, especially when he closed his eyes for a brief second, luxuriating in the taste of the excellent wine. 'Forget being a cup, can I be the wine?' She swallowed after seeing his Adam's apple bob.

"What are you thinking about?" Damien asked when he noticed Katherine's silence ever since they sat at their table. 

She brushed her thirsty thoughts away. "Wasn't that too rude?" She asked as she reached for the gla.s.s of water on her right.

Damien's brows creased in confusion. He placed the gla.s.s back on the table and stared at her, wondering why she said that. "Are you honestly feeling bad about how I dealt with her? Did you pity her?"

"What? No!" The way he handled his conversation with that woman just made her feel giddy, sending arrows of electricity down to her abdomen. "Why would I feel pity? I meant it was rude of her to show up like that, unashamed of what she just did and said. She even had the audacity to invite you."

'In front of me!' she yelled in her head.

Damien was caught off guard by her response. He glanced at her gla.s.s and he was sure that she was drinking water. Was his little Kitten now slowly evolving back into a tigress? The corner of his lips slowly formed into a smirk, making him look like a million bucks.

Leaning forward, Damien tilted his head and stared at her. "My oh my… Kitten, are you being possessive of me?"

Heat crept up her neck, blus.h.i.+ng her nape and ears. Summoning all the courage that she had, she probed with a serious expression, "What if I am?"

The two were having a wordless conversation with their eyes, seemingly stripping each other bare and neither one of them was backing down.

After a minute of pleasurable eye contact, Damien found his words. "Well then, by all means, Katherine, chain me up and tether me to your side. I would love to be shackled to you."

For a second, Katherine thought that she could win against him but this man really knew his way with words. She had to clench her thighs together when she heard his declaration. Just what was Damien's limit to shamelessness?

She could feel the heat from his intense gaze, setting her own body aflame. She wondered if bathing in a tub filled with ice would help her at that moment — but then again, maybe the ice would just melt.

Raising her chin up, she refused to back down. "Wipe that smug look on your face, Damien. I might look weak, but I am possessive."

Damien chuckled, he was enjoying this too much. He never thought that his little minx looked weak at all. If only they weren't in public at the moment, he probably had already— 

He stopped his thoughts from going there. It wasn't helping him in any way as he would only end up wanting a cold shower. Such a tease — his woman — and he was loving it.

The luxurious meal was amazing — just like the bill - amazingly pricey. But she only breathed in deeply before handing her card to pay for it. She wasn't going to complain at all, she actually liked that she was the one paying for their dinner that night. After all, the penthouse she was staying at was more expensive than their meal. That was a small price to pay, which she was more than willing to spend for her man.

Arriving in front of the Royal Penthouse, Katherine opened her door and was about to step inside when Damien held her back.

"Thank you for dinner." Damien drew her in and captured her lips, kissing her deeply and leaving her breathless. 

'Thank you for dessert,' she voiced in her head as soon as he released her.

"I have to meet up with Caleb and Jeffrey for drinks tonight." 

Nodding, Katherine revealed a small smile. "I see… Well, I hope you enjoy your boy's night."

Stroking his hands at the small of her back, he wondered, "Are you not worried that I'm going out with them?"

"Should I be worried?" She raised a brow and saw him shook his head. "I'm all yours," he said, tilting his head and pressing a kiss on her neck. 

"Goodnight, Kitten."

Katherine watched as Damien entered the elevator and disappeared from her sight. She walked into the penthouse and muttered to herself, "Way to leave me feeling hot and bothered all by myself." She sighed, "I need a long bath."