Damien Prescott (Redemption Series, Book 4)

by Sandi Lynn

  Damien Prescott

  Redemption Series, Book 4

  Sandi Lynn

  Sandi Lynn Romance

  Contents

  Damien Prescott

  Mission Statement

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Books by Sandi Lynn

  About the Author

  Damien Prescott

  Redemption Series, Book 4

  New York Times, USA Today & Wall Street Journal

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  Damien Prescott

  Copyright © 2019 Sandi Lynn Romance, LLC

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Cover Photo by Wander Aguia

  Model: Forest H.

  Cover Design by Shanoff Designs

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  Editing by BZ Hercules

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  Chapter One

  Damien

  The morning sun filtered through the window as my alarm started buzzing. Reaching over, I grabbed my phone and sleepily turned it off. I gently removed the arm that was lying across my waist and climbed out of bed.

  “You’re leaving already?” she asked.

  “Yeah. I have a plane to catch. You know this.”

  “We need to talk, Damien.”

  “Talk about what?”

  I picked up my clothes that were on the floor and slipped into them. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled on my socks and then my shoes.

  “About us? You know I’m leaving for Italy tomorrow. I won’t be here when you get back.”

  I stood up, grabbed my wallet from the dresser and tucked it into my back pocket. Picking up my watch, I looked at her while I put it on my wrist.

  “Katherine, there is no us. I take you to dinner a couple times a week and we fuck. That’s it. If you want to fuck some Italian guy over in Italy, be my guest. Now I have to go.”

  “You’re a real fucking bastard, Damien Prescott.”

  “I never said I wasn’t. Have a safe trip.” I glanced at her one last time before walking out the door.

  I hailed a cab to my 829 Park Ave penthouse and had the driver wait for me while I quickly packed a small bag. I’d be in Tennessee for two days. Short and sweet. In and out. My phone rang and it was my partner and best friend, Scott.

  “Talk to me, Scott,” I answered as I put him on speaker.

  “I just emailed you the financials you asked for. Go get ‘em, Damien.”

  “That’s the plan. I’m not leaving there without a deal. Listen, I have to go. I’m running late for the airport.”

  “Good luck, man.”

  Tennessee proved to be very profitable. I reeled the client in hook, line, and sinker. I was feeling good until I got to the airport to go home and found out my flight was delayed two hours.

  “What the fuck.” I sighed. I needed to get back. I had business to attend to. I pulled my phone from my suit coat and dialed my secretary, Joslyn.

  “Hello, Mr. Prescott.”

  “Joslyn, my flight has been delayed for two hours and I’m stuck in this miserable airport. I need you to push back my meeting to two o’clock.”

  “I’ll call Mr. Cannon right now and tell him.”

  I pushed the end button and slipped my phone back in my pocket. I looked around for the nearest coffee place and found one. It was too damn early for this shit. I stood in the long line and not with much patience. Patience wasn’t a friend of mine. In fact, we were enemies. Up ahead, there was a woman standing in line who was next. Certainly she would let me cut in. I stepped out of line and walked in front of her.

  “Excuse me. Do you mind if I cut in front you? I’m in a hurry,” I asked as politely as I knew how while I stared into her big deep blue eyes; eyes that looked like the waters that flowed into the pristine white sand beaches.

  “No, of course not.” She smiled. “Go right ahead.”

  “Hey, thanks.”

  My turn. I walked up to the counter and ordered my coffee. Black and strong. I needed something to wake me the fuck up, since celebrating last night with the new client had extended into the wee hours of the morning. I paid, and the barista set my coffee down on the counter. I picked it up and took one last look at the woman with the big blue eyes.

  “I appreciate it.” I held up my cup and walked away.

  “You could have at least bought my coffee since I let you cut in front of me,” I heard her shout. “That would have been a gentleman-like thing to do.”

  “Bitch,” I mumbled.

  But there was no doubt she was one hell of a beautiful bitch. My phone rang and when I pulled it out of my pocket, I saw it was Scott calling.

  “What’s up, Scott?” I asked as I headed to my gate.

  “I don’t want to make your morning any shittier than it already is, but we lost the Coleman account.”

  “What the fuck happened?” I yelled a little too loudly.

  “Apparently, he had a run in with Adam and the two of them got into it. He fired the firm on the spot.”

  “That fucking little prick. I want his ass fired and out of my building before I land in New York. Do you understand me? That is the last straw with him.”

  “I figured you’d say that. You want me to fire him?”

  “No. I’ll do it myself over the phone. Call security and have them on standby.”

  I ended the call and quickly dialed Adam.

  “Listen, Damien, I can explain,” he quickly answered.

  “No explanation needed, Adam. You’re fired. Do you understand me? Done! Get the fuck out of my building now!”

  “There’s two sides to every story, Damien. You’re not even going to listen to me?”

  “I’ve listened to you enough. I warned you if it happened again, you were out. It happened, you’re out.”

  I ended the call and dialed Scott.

  “That was fast,” he answered.

  “Get security up there and have them escort him out.”

  “I’ll do it now,” he spoke.

  I sighed and placed my phone in my pocket. I reached my gate and took a seat to try and calm down.

/>   “You were in such a hurry to wait for a flight that is delayed two hours?” the woman from the coffee line asked with a narrowed eye as she stood in front of me.

  Great.

  “Yeah. I have work to do. I didn’t have time to stand in that ridiculous line. And since you’re here, standing in front of me, giving me the evil eye, I didn’t appreciate your comment back there.”

  “I’m not sorry I said it. Have you ever heard of paying it forward? It’s a good way to live your life.” She smiled.

  I couldn’t believe this crazy woman, and I wasn’t in the mood.

  “I’ve heard of it. It’s my choice and I chose not to. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. Please remove yourself from my view.”

  She walked away and I couldn’t help but watch. Five foot six, approximately 120 lbs., shoulder-length blonde hair that held perky waves, black leggings, an oversized light pink sweater that clung to her perfectly shaped ass and black boots that hit right below the knee. She was definitely a looker, and a crazy one at that. Shit.

  Chapter Two

  London

  “Jerk,” I mumbled to myself as I walked away.

  It didn’t matter that he was hot, like the hottest guy I’d seen in a long time. Six foot two, nice build, short dark hair, five o’clock shadow, deep brown eyes, designer suit. Uptight, cocky, rude, arrogant, egotistical, no respect. I overheard his phone conversation. Who couldn’t? The impression I got was that he was all business all the time and that his life was nothing but work. I had a gift for reading people and I was never wrong. Since I had some time to kill, I decided to grab a bite to eat. Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge was near my gate and it was pretty crowded, but I managed to get the only small table they had left. I ordered my breakfast, and as I was waiting, I saw that rude man arguing with the hostess about something.

  “Hey.” I waved.

  He glanced at me and walked over to my table.

  “You’re more than welcome to sit at my table,” I said. “It is the only available seat in the place.”

  “Breakfast with you?” His brow arched.

  “If you’re hungry, sit down.”

  His eye steadily narrowed at me for a moment.

  “No thanks. You’ll expect something in return.” He turned and walked away.

  I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone. After I finished eating, I figured I better use the restroom before boarding the plane. There was a line, so I stood and waited. After I was finished, I walked to my gate and noticed they had already started boarding. I got in line, waited my turn, and then boarded the plane. Oh no. Dear god no. He looked up from his phone as I sat down next to him.

  “Oh hell no. You’re on this flight?”

  “Yes.” I smiled.

  “In first class?”

  “Yes. Would you like to see my ticket? When I checked in, they gave me a free upgrade. I was supposed to be in the main cabin.”

  “Of course they did.” He sighed and went back to looking at his phone.

  I ignored him and began talking to the older woman that sat in the aisle seat across from me. We chatted about her family, astrology and her jewelry business. She handmade jewelry and was in Tennessee selling her pieces at a jewelry show.

  “May I?” She extended her hand to me.

  “For fuck sakes.” I heard the man next to me mumble.

  I gently placed my hand in hers as her fingers wrapped tightly around mine. She looked at me and her eyes widened while a hint of tears started to form.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered as I gave her a small heartfelt smile.

  She let go of my hand, reached into her bag, and pulled out a beautiful silver chain. Attached to the chain was a charm: a circle with a picture of the Tree of Life engraved on it.

  “I want you to have this, dear.”

  “It’s beautiful, but I can’t accept this for free. Let me pay you something.”

  “No. That won’t be necessary. Just your kindness was payment enough. May you grow stronger and continue striving for greater knowledge and the new experiences you are seeking.”

  “That’s so sweet of you. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. I’m going to take a nap for a short while. We’ll chat later.” She smiled.

  I put the necklace around my neck and traced the outline of the tree with my fingers.

  “Okay, that was weird,” the man next to me spoke.

  “What was?”

  “Who the hell just randomly gives a total stranger something like that?”

  “A nice person who cares about others,” I spoke.

  “Whatever. Anyway, I overheard you tell her that you came to Tennessee to see Graceland and the Grand Ole Opry?”

  “Yes.” I smiled.

  “Why?” His brows furrowed. “That sounds utterly boring.”

  “It wasn’t. It was an experience.” I laughed. “Plus, I like Elvis Presley and a lot of the old country music.”

  “Okay, then.” His brows raised like he was repulsed as he looked back down at his phone.

  “You know what’s sad?” I asked.

  “If I don’t say what, I have a feeling you’re going to tell me anyway.”

  “It’s sad that your work is your life and it consumes you to the point that you don’t notice anything around you.”

  “Excuse me?” He looked at me.

  “Never mind.”

  “No. I won’t never mind. What the hell do you mean by that?” he angrily asked.

  “I can just tell you’re a workaholic and your work consumes your life.”

  “Damn right it does. Where there’s money to be made, you go after it. I love my job and it makes me a lot of money.”

  “Is that what’s important to you?”

  “Of course. Who the hell doesn’t like or want money? Isn’t money what paid for your little fantasy trip to Tennessee?”

  “Yes. But it shouldn’t be the only and most important thing in your life.”

  “Well, it is. I need to get back to my emails, so please stop talking.”

  I rolled my eyes and took my laptop out of my bag. Opening up my Word document, I began to write about my Tennessee adventures. I could see him out of the corner of my eye stealing glances at what I was writing.

  “I’m writing about my trip,” I spoke.

  “And? Why are you telling me?”

  “Because I saw you looking.”

  “No I wasn’t.”

  “It’s okay.” I smiled at him. “I know you’re curious.”

  “I am not curious. To be honest, I could care less.”

  I was really starting to think that this man was the most awful person I’d ever met. The plane finally landed in New York, and I was on to my next adventure. I stood up and let him get out first.

  “I know you’re in a hurry to go yell at some more people, so please, you go first.” I motioned with my hand.

  He shot me a look.

  “I can’t say it’s been a pleasure flying with you,” he spoke.

  “The pleasure was all mine, sir.” I grinned.

  He shook his head and exited the plane. I looked over and noticed his wallet was sitting in the seat. Shit. I grabbed it and tried to push my way through the people who cut in front of me.

  “Excuse me. I need to get off right away. The man next to me left his wallet. Excuse me,” I said as I squeezed through.

  I ran as fast as I could down the boarding bridge. When I finally made it into the airport, I looked around. I didn’t see him. Baggage claim. Yes! That was where he’d be. I followed the signs to baggage claim. I had no idea where I was going because I’d never been to this airport or New York before. Found it. I looked around and didn’t see him. Looking up on the screen, I saw which carousel our luggage was going to be on. I ran over and he wasn’t there. The luggage hadn’t been loaded yet as passengers from the plane stood and patiently waited. Perhaps he didn’t check a bag. I sighed as I held the wallet in my hand. Tossing it in my purse, I grabbed my
suitcase when it came around and left the airport.

  Chapter Three

  Damien

  I climbed into the back of the cab and took it to the office. When the driver pulled up to the building, I reached in my pocket and noticed my wallet wasn’t there.

  “What the fuck?” I spoke in a panic.

  Reaching into my coat pocket, I pulled out the credit card I had stuck in there with my license and paid the cab driver. Great. This was just great. What the fuck else was going to go wrong today? I angrily grabbed my bag, exited the cab, and walked into the building. I was fuming. My money, credit cards, expense receipts, and more were in that wallet. Taking the elevator up to the fifth floor, I stormed out and into my office.

  “Joslyn,” I yelled. “Get in here!”

  “Yes, Mr. Prescott?” she nervously asked.

  “I need you to call the airport and see if anyone turned in my wallet. If not, I need you to cancel all my credit cards.”

  “You lost your wallet?”

  “I think it might have fallen out of my pocket on the plane. Call them now!”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Just as Joslyn was walking out, Scott walked in.

  “Welcome back to the Big Apple.” He grinned and I snarled. “What was that for? You still pissed off about Adam?”