Liar, liar

Book One—(Chapter Two)

(Liar, Liar)

Ana, Anastasia...what was the difference?, Damon thought angrily as he made his way into his car, never in his life has he heard a woman decline him in a passively aggressive way like she did. Her voice was calm but he could hear the hostility mixed with a sense of contempt in her voice, the slow walk away from the room didn't help his case much either.

'Dammit', he groaned in pain having rammed the car door closed only to hit his index finger, he cursed again under his breath and ignited the engine. The car started to move and he was about to take a curb into the next street only to spot Ana by the sidewalk waiting for a taxi perhaps.

For a moment he pondered over the decision to stop the car in front of her, or will in to the urge to drive past the little puddle of water and splash it all over her. The mischievous side won as he increased the pace of the car and zoomed past the waiting woman, splashing dirty tar water over her blue dress.

'What the—', Ana almost swore as she threw a dirty glare at the car which drove past her, a huge part of her knew exactly who it was—Damon Wyatt. She heard Sheila praising the black Bentley he was driving and his physical profile already had a spot in her head, she bit her bottom lip trying to hold her sanity together and brought out a black jacket from her bag.... thankfully she was always prepared.

'Fuck you Damon Wyatt'. She murmured under her breath after she successfully flagged a taxi for the ride home, what she needed at the moment was a hot shower and a warm pillow to sleep on afterwards.

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'He'll never agree to marrying Camille. Your son has a head much harder than that of a bloody diamond', Vivian Wyatt spoke up after a minute of keeping silent through her husband's phonecall with his Business partner, 'Damon would rather die than heed to your instructions'.

'Well if he wants to become CEO then he should be willing to make sacrifices for the company'. Sylvester Wyatt frowned deeply as he wasn't pleased with the cucumber salad which just entered his mouth, his wife's nagging didn't make it any easier.

Vivian pursed her lips and opened her mouth to speak only to be interrupted by the sudden arrival of her first son, 'Oh look...He's here already'.

'If Dad is thinking of marrying me off to Camille Grand then I'm sorry to disappoint like I always do when it comes to my love life', Damon muttered as she took a seat on the dining table, grabbing a plate for himself to enjoy the scrumptious meal prepared by the chef, his embarrassment at the men's club with the damned singer made him hungry, 'The answer is no'.

Sylvester's brows creased deeper, 'I'm not giving you say in the situation Damon'.

'Then you'll have to drag me to the altar Dad', he chuckled, 'Besides I have someone serious'.

The sudden words that blurted out of her son's mouth made Vivian choke on her pork, 'You are not serious are you?'.

'Of course he's not serious!', Sylvester scoffed, 'Damon has had more than a hundred serious relationships ever since the topic of his marriage has been brought up'.

Damon smiled, 'I'm actually serious this time around dad, I'll get married to her when I'm—'

'Her name?'.

'Ana..... Anastasia'. Damon instantly regretted his words as the ginger woman's name was the only one that came into his head as a lie....well it didn't matter anyway if it meant his father would be out of his hair until he coerced his way into becoming the CEO of Wyatt Cosmetics....The single and unmarried CEO of Wyatt Cosmetics.

Vivian's face lit up excitedly like a proud mother, in a heartbeat she cupped Damon's cheeks with her hands, 'When can we see this Anastasia of yours?'.

'Soon...you'll meet her soon'. Damon smiled, happy his plan was going accordingly as his mother already bought the lie.

Sylvester however wasn't so easily persuaded, he knew how crooked his son was and is hell bent on catching him in the net till there was no point of escape to marry Camille, 'How come no media outlet has exposed this serious relationship yours?'. He asked with sarcasm obviously embedded in his voice.

'Anastasia likes her privacy, she doesn't hunger for media attention'. Damon responded, trying to keep his act together as he was lying with a straight face,liar liar, he thought as he tried to hide his devious smile, Still Sylvester wasn't convinced.

'What does she do for a living?'.

'She owns a club'.

'What club?'.

'A Men's club'.

'Doesn't sound like a reputable job to me'

'We sell perfumes and creams for women Dad', Damon rolled his eyes, 'She's a businesswoman and you have to respect that'.

Sylvester wasn't ready to let the matter go, 'Still she owns a—'.

'Can we please just have dinner in peace?!'. Vivian finally snapped at her husband and son as she was quiet for too long, their constant bickering made her lose her appetite which she found very much displeasing—An hour on the table ready to eat only for the food to be thrown in the garbage once they left.

Damon sighed deeply, feigning a somber face which Sylvester saw and sighed deeply, 'Fine then..', he raised his hands in mock surrender, 'Your mother and I would like to meet this...this Anastasia in two days'.

'What?'. Damon's eyes froze.

'You heard what I said', his father replied, 'There will be a charity gala at the Times Square Hall in New York tomorrow, my friends and the some of our business associates will be there. I want them to see this woman of yours and maybe I can consider making you CEO'.

Damon opened his mouth in protest but closed it right back as his father and mother both excused themselves from the table, he slouched and shoved his hand into his hair—His beautiful lie was on the verge of ruining his chances to climb to the top all because of the ginger woman.....there was no Anastasia who owns a club, there's only the Anastasia who refused to sleep with him.