Dance with a stranger

Damien’s Pov

I arrived in London during the evening hours. The following day marked my father's wedding, and it was crucial for me to be present at the ceremony. While I felt joy for my father, I couldn't shake off my dissatisfaction with the woman he had chosen to marry.

Her background and reputation raised several red flags for me, yet my father seemed deeply in love with her, regardless of my apprehensions.

My mother had tragically passed away from a gunshot wound when I was just fifteen, alongside my older brother. This devastating loss profoundly affected my father, who became increasingly withdrawn, leaving me to manage the family business starting at the age of eighteen.

Now at twenty-eight, I stepped off the plane in London, where my driver was waiting to take me to the club hosting the pre-wedding celebration for my future stepmother.

After offering my congratulations to her and my father, I made my way to the bar to grab a drink. I was feeling quite exhilarated, and my gaze landed on a stunning woman beside me. I caught snippets of her conversation with a friend, which piqued my interest, prompting me to initiate a conversation with her.

My romantic life had always been a tangled web, as I often found myself drawn to high-profile actresses, models, or Instagram influencers. The woman next to me was undeniably one of the most breathtaking individuals I had ever encountered, and I was determined to make her my conquest for the evening.

We connected almost instantly, exchanging jokes and engaging in lively conversation. She mentioned that she was attending the after-party, and I assumed she was a friend of the bride. I couldn't tell if she recognized me, but that was of little consequence. I led her to my office upstairs, where we shared an intense and passionate encounter.

I relished every second spent with her, fully aware that this might be our only night together. She experienced multiple climaxes, and I too reached my peak several times throughout our encounter.

I wasn't concerned about the possibility of getting her pregnant because I was fully aware that I couldn't. I had received a diagnosis of hypogonadism during my youth, which indicated that I was unable to father children. This realization plunged me into a deep period of depression, and for a time, I embraced a playboy lifestyle.

What was the purpose of maintaining a relationship with a woman if I was incapable of having children?

The only individual who was aware of my condition was my father.

We had held onto the hope that his new wife would be able to bear a child who could eventually inherit the family business.

Since I reached the age of twenty-two, I had made attempts to impregnate women, even going so far as to pay for medical procedures to implant my sperm into a woman's egg, but all my endeavors had ended in failure.

Now, the responsibility fell squarely on my father. He needed to produce another heir, while I was tasked with managing the company until I either retired or the heir was prepared to take over.

As soon as I reached climax with her, my interest waned immediately. This was a recurring pattern whenever I engaged in sexual relations with a woman. I seemed to lose all interest in them afterward, and I would discard them. I treated her the same way. Women had become mere tools for my sexual gratification and nothing more.

Once I was finished with them, they lost all appeal in my eyes, and I would always leave them behind. The remainder of the night flew by, and soon it was the morning of my father’s wedding.

I stood beside him, watching as he radiated joy. I had never witnessed him this happy since the incident, and I made a conscious effort not to spoil the moment. Positioned behind him as the best man, I watched as the bride approached him. My gaze fell upon the brunette standing behind the bride, and I held my breath. She looked strikingly familiar, reminiscent of the girl from the previous day, but I wasn't entirely certain 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, afterall we were newly siblings 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 in exasperation as I stepped off the dance floor, feeling completely done with the night. Just as I was about to make my way out of the reception, my best friend caught up with me and said,

“Don’t tell me you got that girl all wet on the dance floor,” he whispered as I reached out to grab a juice from a passing waiter.

“You have no idea,” I replied, noticing the surprise in his widened eyes.

“That’s your sister now, man,” he remarked, clearly taken aback.

“We already hit it off, so there’s really nothing to hide,” I explained to him.

From that point on, I took my time to clarify the whole situation, and his eyes grew wider with every detail I shared.

“Damn, you just couldn’t manage to keep it in your pants, could you?” he said, bursting into laughter.

“Tell me you don’t plan on going after that again?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I never plan on going back once I’ve hit it,” I replied, and we both exchanged smirks.