Damion walked out of the room and followed the servant to the dining area on the left side of the yacht. Bella and Ericson were already seated when he got there and Bella gestured for him to come sit beside her.He obliged and nodded to his grandfather once before observing the table. The table was full of food and he was sure they would not be able to finish the food. What will then happen to the leftovers? But he removed that thought from his mind and decided to focus on eating to his fill. Bella and Ericson were engaged in a conversation about the business world and other stuff he was not interested in, nor could he contribute even if he was interested, so he let his mind wander as he watched a maid serve some food on his plate.He had never sat at a table this full before but he had seen this kind of setting, and he had always wondered what happened to the leftovers after the meal.In fact, there was a point in his life where he had wished to be given those leftovers. He was sudd

The overhead neon lights almost blinded Damion as he walked into the club. He had to close his eyes for a second so that he could adjust to the lighting.His senses felt like they were going into overdrive. The sound from the speakers were booming in his head and he felt like he was one with the music–in a bad way though. Also, the smell of sweat mingled with cigarettes and weed made him want to puke and he immediately regretted not taking up Bella’s offer of a VIP lounge. He looked up and saw Bella far ahead in the crowd, and he fought his way forward, trying to get to her.“Hey, you enjoying yourself?” Bella shouted over the music. “Actually, no. How do you even get to enjoy a place as noisy as this?” A dull ache had began to form in the back of his head and he just wanted to go home and sleep the night off.They finally passed the dance floor and arrived at the bar. He saw as Bella comfortably flopped herself on one of the bar stools and he followed suit.Bella ordered a Scotch

Damion was sweating profusely as he sat down in the police station. His face was bloodied, one of his eyes swollen shut, and he was hurting everywhere, which was the handiwork of some boys at the institution.Before the police arrived, the crowd had surged forward, wanting to take matters into their own hands. And while one of the security guards was trying his best to keep the mob back, four boys had broken from the crowd and had started beating him and the second one just stood and watched the scene without providing any help.Well, that was how things were done anyway but he had hoped the guard would see past his status and help him as a fellow human being. But even that was too much to ask for. Even now in the police station, he was regarded as a filthy animal polluting their station by the officers. He sat patiently, although nervous, hoping someone would attend to him.His right hand was handcuffed to the leg of the table he was sitting at, so he had no means of escape and ther

Damion stayed at the Lance mansion for over a week until he recovered. His cousin had phoned his workplace and requested for a sick leave for him. She also wanted to call the Chancellor of the institution where Damion was supposed to be offered admission and work the details out so he didn’t have to go there by himself anymore.But Damion refused, wanting to sort it out himself. If he continued to rely on them, word would get out sooner or later and suspicions would start to arise. And to be honest, Damion was not ready for the drama just yet.A couple of days after the incident, Damion was able to walk around without pain and the dark bruise on his eye had faded. He decided to go to the registration office again and pay the acceptance fee.This time around, he had clearance from the police station for the money he carried with him and no one would dare accuse him of robbery again, he hoped. He joined the small queue that was forming in front of the cashie