Prologue

Her pants and moans filled the room as her body arched up in pleasure. Her fingers wrapped around that curly hair beneath them and pulled closer to her center. "Fuck, Damien!" She gasped as that talented tongue slipped between the folds of her womanhood and into her body. She shivered and tugged at the hair even more, making him groan and push his finger inside her, too. "Nnnnn~~"

Damien pulled his face from between Lie's thighs and smirked at her, enjoying the sight of having her usually controlled façade fall into that of a woman in pure heat. Her cheeks were a bit pinkish now that she was drowning in pleasure, in comparison to her usual pale complexion. Her wavy, black hair was an explosion around her face. Gorgeous, he thought and pushed another finger inside her tight hole, making her eyes glaze over as her body shivered and exploded with pleasure. As her body shook from the afterglow of her climax, he opened her thighs wider and licked her juices up slowly.

Lie panted and looked down at him, eyes still a bit glazed from the pleasure. She cupped his face and smiled gently. "Come and kiss me," she whispered. When his body covered hers as he pressed their lips together, she felt safe. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tasted her juices on his lips and in his mouth. It will always be a wonder to her why and how a heartthrob like him fell for a mediocre woman like her.

He was a huge and tall man, a total contrast to her short and chubby physique. His skin was fair compared to her sun-kissed tone. If there was something they shared, it was their wavy and dark hair and their minds, but aside from those, nothing.

He smiled against the kiss as his finger teased her nub. His heart came to life as he was rewarded with a long and strangled moan accentuated by the nails buried on his shoulders. His eyes remained on her face as he played with her clit, rolling and pinching it, making her want to close her thighs, but with him between them, it was impossible.

Her breath hitched as she tried to control herself. She's losing again. As always. And when a finger slipped inside her again, she released a sweet moan through bitten lower lip and with her eyes closed in pleasure.

"I still can't believe you're mine," he whispered as he kissed the valley between her breasts. It was the truth. How could he believe that someone like her would be interested in him? She was out of his league, almost literally. She was a professional while he's still working on a bachelor's degree. She was everything he wished he was. And now, she was underneath him, doused in pleasure and looking delectable.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him as she cupped his face gently. "I should be the one saying that," she whispered and reached down to cup his member through his briefs. "I can't believe you're doing this to me," her tongue sliding over her lips slowly, not to act sexy but just to get it wet. She didn't know the amount of sex appeal she had just shot through Damien's body.

He growled almost like an animal as he took her wrists and pinned them over her head. "I can do more," he told her and latched his teeth against the sensitive flesh of her neck.

She yelped and moaned, not knowing what she did to take out such a reaction from him. She tried to wrack her head up for the possible reason but everything went blank when she felt his length enter her swiftly and jarringly. Her mouth fell open and her body arched as he plowed her hard and fast. Every thought disappeared and what remained was the primal hunger for more. She opened her eyes and tried to tug at her arms to no avail. He was too strong for her. And it wasn't like she wanted to stop him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled. "Yes, baby… Just like that…" she whispered, panting and moaning. Sweat rolled down her forehead as she lifted her head and tugged at his lower lip with her teeth. "So good…" she whispered and moved her hips in time with his movements. She bit her lower lip hard and tried to pull harder only to sit up straight when she heard the front door slam.

She blinked and looked around her. There was no Damien. Just her.Fantasizing again. Damn it. She threw the blanket to the floor and padded to the living room to scream at her housemate for disturbing her fantasies but halfway there, she heard voices of men. She looked down at herself and sighed.

She looked like a drab in her sleeveless shirt and shorts. She was a tiny woman of only 5'2 and 150 lbs. Her Asian heredity gave her the color of caramel. Her hair was left to freely tangle around her. She should have been working on her novel instead of fantasizing again.

She shook her head and changed her direction to the kitchen instead. She walked past the kitchen counter to reach for the fridge. She bent down to look for the juice she swore she kept there. She made a wild turn when someone cleared their throat behind her, and when she did, she bumped head-on to someone who was obviously standing too close to her.

"Holy, mother—" she gasped as the orange juice flowed down her shirt and soaked her front. The cold liquid made her shiver since her body was more sensitized than usual.

"Oops…" The tall man didn't manage to look as guilty as he should have. He held her upper arms to keep her upright. "I didn't mean to startle you, Miss Fitzgerald," Damien smiled down at the petite woman but never let her go. He didn't even hide the fact that his eyes were on the wet spot of her shirt were her nipples were very visible underneath the fabric.

Lie's head snapped shut. She pulled back and cleared her throat as she looked away not even noticing how much he was staring at her. "It's… it's okay…" she replied and sidestepped to her right to get away from the heat of his body. He was so damn tall that her head barely reached his chin. She was practically facing his stomach.

He was a huge man after all. Taller than Michael even. He was about 6'5 or maybe more. His hair was an explosion of curls on top of his head, and his body was on the border between fit and chubby.

"Uhm… Miss Fitzgerald," he stepped to his left to block her way and gave a disarming smile, "I'm having a problem with a couple of my subjects. Would it be alright if you taught me some?" he asked all smiles and innocence.

Say no, her mind screamed. It's too dangerous to be around him. "Sure," she smiled up at him, noticing the scent of cigarettes and menthol around him. Stupid!

He continued to stare down at her with a small smile.

She cleared her throat and tilted her head to the side. "Excuse me, I need to go and wash this glass. Would you like some orange juice too?"

He nodded. "Yes, please," he stepped aside and let her pass, noting the scent of fruits around her. Even her shampoo smelled of fruits. She was so frigging tiny he could gobble her up in a couple of bites. And that ass… he almost growled as he watched her hips sway with every step she took. His lower lip was caught between his lips as he watched her.

"Did you come to play with Michael?" Lei asked as she put the glass to its right place after washing it and proceeded to take a chair she could up to reach the cupboard overhead, still unaware how much of her body is exposed to the younger man.

"No, actually, I came to check out the available rooms. I was planning on transferring homes," he replied with a smile as he continued to enjoy the view of having her body seem to stretch just to reach the cupboard. Her shirt lifted as she lifted her arms, exposing her belly. It wasn't flat like most of the college girls his age but he liked it better. It showed that she had soft spots. She looked so fucking delectable it was a miracle he hadn't jumped her right then and there.

"Oh, is that so?" she asked. Holy crap, chance! Her brain screamed but she managed to calm her shaking hands as she took out the jar of powdered juice and put it on the counter. "How are you liking the place so far?" Don't get too excited! Don't show how much of a slut you have become just because of him! Just… play it nice and cool. She took a pitcher and a spoon from the other cupboards before getting off of the chair.

"I like the room upstairs best. The white room?"

Each room was named depending on the color of the door. Hers was the green room, right next to the white room. She had to swallow her glee and smiled at him. "Well, yeah. The West wing is the best part of the mansion and the white room is one of the best," she informed him as she spooned powdered juice into the pitcher.

"I heard this place is yours," he chatted up, enjoying how her hands moved slowly and carefully, and how her brows knitted in concentration.

"It belongs to the family. I'm just the one using it at the moment since my brothers and nephews are away," she explained as she poured ice-cold juice into two glasses. "I could use the extra money." She drank deep and long from her glass of juice until only a quarter was left.

"How about Michael?" he asked as he sipped his own juice, eyes on her unpainted and bare face, hair a mess of waves around her.

"Michael is the son of my father's best friend and partner so he's like family. We grew up together," she explained and hissed when she realized how much her shirt had stuck on her body. She looked at him and smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize… I'll have to go get washed up now," she told him and took her glass of juice before running out of the kitchen, and almost bumping into Michael. "Ooof, sorry Mikee. I'll be upstairs if you need me."

Michael, a fourth-year Med student followed Callie with his gaze before looking at Damien with a raised eyebrow. "I have had my doubts before but now it's confirmed," his voice was deep and baritone, more suited for a military guy than a doctor but his good looks were that of a boy next door. He poured himself a glass of juice as he sat down. "You're after her."

"Hey, don't make it sound so creepy. I'm interested in her," Damien replied before finishing his drink. "I'm taking the room beside hers.