Bride of the vampire
Chapter two

I shut down my system, my eyes drifting closed as I leaned back in my chair. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows seemed to fade away, replaced by the haunting image of her. The stripper. My schedule was packed, but I couldn't focus. Max had tried to intervene, but I waved him off, canceling all my appointments.

The air conditioning hummed to life as I raised the temperature, hoping the chill would clear my head. But my mind remained a blank slate, consumed by the memory of her curves, her breasts, her hypnotic dance. My skin prickled with goosebumps, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Looks like someone's having a wet dream," Max said, his voice laced with amusement. I opened my eyes to replace him standing in front of me, a knowing glint in his eye.

"Didn't I tell you to knock?" I growled, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"I did, thrice," Max replied, his gaze drifting to my lap. I followed his eyes, my face heating up as I realized my obvious arousal. I quickly covered myself with a file, trying to composed myself. "Damien, what's going on?" Max asked, taking a seat beside me. "That girl from last night... what kind of power does she possess?"

I hesitated, my mind racing. "I don't know, Max. But what I do know is that her power is ten times stronger than mine."

Max's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is that possible? You're one of a kind, Damien."

I shook my head, my thoughts consumed by the mystery of her. "Find out everything you can about her, Max. I want to know who her father is, what her background is. Everything."

As Max nodded and left, I couldn't help but wonder. Who was she? A witch? The thought sent a chuckle to my lips. Witches didn't scare me. But this girl... she was different. CRYSTAL'S POV

I groggily opened my eyes, my head throbbing like a bass drum. "Ugh, why does my head feel like it's been put through a spin cycle?" I moaned, my voice barely audible.

Adrian, my best friend and confidant, hovered over me, his bright blue eyes filled with concern. "Hey, bestie! Welcome back to the land of the living," he said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

I struggled to sit up, my mind foggy and my body feeling like lead. "How...how did I get here?" I stuttered, my eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

Adrian helped me sit up, his strong arms supporting my back. "You passed out on the pole last night, sweetheart. Some random guys and Angel brought you home."

I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pounding headache. "Passed out? I don't remember feeling dizzy..." My voice trailed off, my mind racing with fragmented memories of the previous night.

Adrian chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Angel said you're just stressed, and you can rest for now. You can come back to the club tonight if you feel better."

I nodded, my throat dry and my body aching all over. "Thanks, Adrian. I owe you one."

As I stumbled towards the bathroom, Adrian called out, "I'll wait outside, bestie. Take your time. Your mom is waiting for you."

The warm water of the shower helped to clear my head, but my mind was still foggy. What happened last night? And why did I feel like I'd been run over by a truck?

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AT THE HOSPITAL

"Mother, I know if you were not here, you would not approve of me being a stripper. I won't have been one if you were with me, but I had no choice mother. I had to take the offer. The money I earn as a waitress was not enough to buy you medicine. And I had to pay for your surgery too. The only option I had left was to take the stripper job. Even after all this, you still did not wake up. Why mother?? Are you upset with me?" I wiped my tears and smiled

"See mother, I am not crying. Your daughter is strong. Look, I bought all your favourite food. Apple pie, Submarine Sandwich, Jambalaya, Cornbread, Macaroni and Cheese, Buffalo Wings and pizza. You can have them all. I promise I won't ask for any."

"Mom, please wake up soon, I miss you a lot ". I kissed her forehead before leaving.

She has been in a coma for the past three months, with no sign of waking up soon.

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As I strolled down the sidewalk, lost in thought, my arms were laden with grocery bags. The warm sun beat down on me, and the sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Suddenly, a bike hurtled towards me, sending my groceries scattering across the pavement. "Oh my goodness, are you blind?!" I shrieked, my heart racing.

The cyclist, a tall, dark-haired man with a rugged jawline, gazed at me with a hint of amusement. He seemed to consider fleeing, but my fierce glare made him pause. "You son of a bitch!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the buildings. "If you're man enough, why don't you come and face me, fool!"

To my surprise, he reversed his bike and stepped on my groceries again, crunching the fragile items beneath his tires. "My groceries!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide with disbelief.

The stranger dismounted, his movements fluid and confident. "What are you staring at?" he sneered, his eyes flashing with arrogance. "You have ruined my groceries. Pay for them," I demanded, my hand outstretched.

He snorted, his expression incredulous. "Do you know who I am?" But I stood my ground, my eyes blazing with determination. "Do I look like I give a fuck who you are?"

For a moment, we locked eyes, the tension palpable. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. "I am quite surprised, very impressive," he said, his deep voice dripping with sincerity. He handed me a $100 bill. "Here, I apologize for the damage." I took the money, my groceries hardly worth that amount, but his unexpected kindness disarmed me. "Thank you, Mr. Rude Stranger," I said with a bow, a smile playing on my lips.

DAMIEN POV

"What did you replace out??". I ask max immediately he entered

"Her name is Crystal Santiago. Her mother is just an ordinary human, and she's been in a coma for the past 3 months. Her father's identity is still unknown. She works as a waitress in a skyline eatery and a stripper at a dark nightclub. She's 26 years old. That's all for now." Max said

"26????". I exclaimed

"Yes, don't you think what you're about to do is child abuse or should I say adult abuse. I mean, you are a 1000 year old vampire, and you want a 26 year old lady." Max said, laughing. I glared at him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Book the eatery for today". I checked the time. There are still a few hours left before they close.

"But... Max tries to speak

"Are you trying to question me?". I yell. I was already getting angry.

"I dare not. I am sorry". He apologised.

I stared at him and cooled down. Max was one of my trusted people and I can't get angry at him, but he knows I hate being questioned.

"You know, I hate being questioned. I didn't mean to yell at you." I found it awkward trying to talk nice.

"Are you trying to apologise to me???". He stared at me in shock.

"You can leave now".

He bowed and left.

"To my office now". I said on the telephone.

"Sir, you called for me ??". My secretary said,

I looked at her. She was dressed as a club girl. Her gown was clinging unto her, stopping at her mid-thigh. Her boobs were pumping out of the V shape gown "Give me a massage, my shoulder hurts. I said, tapping my shoulder.

She smiled and stood in front of me. And started messaging.

Her boobs were staring at me hungrily, so I dipped my face into it, and she moaned.

Stupid bitch, that's all she wanted.

Author POV

She stylishly unlocked Damien's shirt and dipped her hands into his shirt, trailing it down.

Damien felt his little brother respond to her touch.

"Want to play naughty, huh??". He said, Pulling off her cloth, he unclipped her bra as her boobs bounced out gloriously. Damien sucks on one as he caresses the others. "Mm, mm sir..." She moaned

He held them together and tried sucking the two nipples.

"Oh my goodness... She moaned again, running her hands through his hair. He bites her nipple.

"If you touch my hair one more time, I will send your parents your head as a surprise gift." Damien warns her.

Without her responding, he placed her on his table, throwing the files away as he sucked Her from her chest all the way to her stomach.

"mm, sir don't stop". She moaned louder.

She moaned louder as he fingers her. She was so wet.

"Come here, suck my d**k." She nodded obediently. As drag my jean down as she played with my d***k head.

He groaned loudly as she started sucking him slowly, taking it all at once. She squeezed his balls lightly. And he moaned louder.

MHN she's so good, Her tongue teased the head of his d**k. Damien felt himself grow bigger in her mouth as she continuously deep throated him. She moaned as Damien started moving his hips along her movement. she was constantly moaning and giving him lustful eyes, which was turning him on even more.

Damien was far too hard and could wait to be buried deep into her.

He lifts her up as he squeezes her boobs. Swirling his tongue around one of her erect nipple, he pinched the other one, making her moan

"Sir please I need you inside me". She begged, moaning.

Damien slowly make his way into her clit, pushing his hard d**k into her hot and wet vagina, thrusting in slowly. She moved her hips as he bangs her harder. Likewise, she moaned as he increased his speed.

The image of the stripper, crying last night, suddenly pops into Damien's head.

"What's wrong sir?". The secretary asked as she noticed he stopped moving.

"get out, youre fired!".