I met Damon for the first time on his 24th birthday party at Midtown Ramada Hotel. I was overwhelmed by his handsomeness and the haunting intense look of his brown eyes.
He bore the good looks of a fictional character in a supernatural drama television series towering in his 6 feet height with an exciting sculpted physique. He moved smoothly oozing with sex in capital S. Noticeably he was not with any particular lady date.
I was with Cindy, his dad's personal aide and secretary. She noticed me when I sighed awestruck ogling him wherever he moved in the crowd of well-wishers. She whispered, "Hmm. There you go again with your crazy crush on somebody just good looking. But, you can't have him, bro. He is our boss' son with his Italian model who left him when still an infant. She never came back and boss Ram had been over protective on him since childhood. There was a tittle-tattle that at his age he was still a bona fide virgin bachelor."
I shrugged. "Gosh. I was intrigued, mamma but I believe you he's still available. Don't you notice no lucky girl had ensnared him yet? Mamma, I wanted to fantasize having him just for myself. He looked lusciously good my panty's soaked right now. I can lick him from top to toe and make love to him sans or with his dad's cordon sanitaire."
Cindy nudged at me and laughed aloud attracting the attention of those near us.
Damon with his forehead creased looked at us. Even at that expression he still looked sexy to me.
Since that party I fell in love with Damon more than I have felt with other guys I've loved before. He became my love and obsession; my sex object who drove me into maddening lust. I tried to imagine how he would look naked, and touched, kissed and sucked him in all the exciting positions I knew.
But he was the boss' son and I am aware I can't just simply cross that line separating us.
There were several times I met him at Ram's office but either he only acknowledge me with a nod or I didn't simply exist in his line of sight.
But everything changed at his dad's sudden death.
Today, as I saw him with his sister at the Ascension Columbary Chapel sitting in front of the urn that contains his father's remain, I felt grief as he would feel it. It was shown in his unseeing sight and handsome face; in his slumped proud shoulders and clenched palms.
I wanted to bring him close to me and comfort him, but I knew I don't have the right to do that.
Soon, Ram's ash was put to rest in his vault at the Ascension Columbary . As he had wished, only his son Damon and his daughter Bess were allowed to witness his interment.
I and Cindy with his friends who condoled with them were left at the memorial chapel. We waited for Damon and Bess for we were invited to hear their dad's last will and testament at their ancestral home in Santa Rosa.
Ram's counsel has read "For my daughter, Elizabeth Rodriguez, I am leaving my ancestral house with its title and all contents herein, my coconut plantation and farm complete with titles and pertinent legal papers plus a million pesos from my bank deposits. For my son Damon Rodriguez, I bequeath my fashion business and my House of Fashion, my pent house above my office and my condominium in Ermita. For my loyal secretary, Cindy Rivera and my personal assistant Christopher Santos, I leave for each, half a million pesos. Said amount will be received only after a year of employment with my son Damon Rodriguez provided they will not leave my son's employ within that one year period."
"Is that all that I'll inherit from that damn testament Attorney?" we were surprised at Damon's sudden outburst. His loud voice rang to all corners of the library.
"Yes, Damon," Ram's attorney answered mildly.
"Dammit and how the hell will I ran that fucking house when I can't even distinguish types of fabrics much less wrap a woman's body with it? I don't even know the basics of marketing. To hell with that! I can't take it. Can't I and Bess just swap inheritance?"
"No. There's no way now that we can change your dad's will, Damon. He had already changed this twice for whatever reasons he saw wrong with the original. Anyway, be informed that this fucking house was earning the money which provided for the luxury of your life. Ram must have considered your artistic talent as a painter that's why he bequeathed the House to you and not to your sister Elizabeth. You, more than anybody else, can keep the legacy of your father afloat. Think about it, ok? Now, if you do not have any more questions, I'd like to return back to Manila. I have another appointment with a client."
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Cindy and I were earnestly conferring about our forth coming fashion show in Ram's office when Damon entered without knocking. He slammed the door behind him and walked straight to his late dad's table. He looked grim and sullen, his unkempt stubbles lending more sensuousness to his handsome face.
I was taken aback when he looked at us. There was dissatisfaction in those piercing eyes. He looked directly at Cindy. "Please call up the staffs Cindy. I wanted to meet all of them after an hour."
As if he had noticed me for the first time he curtly addressed me. "And you, you're dad's chief designer weren't you?" Without waiting for my affirmation he said, "Stay behind and give me a brief orientation on that scheduled show you and Cindy were discussing when I came in. And from now on, no more discussion of this house itineraries in this office behind my back, is that clear? " With grim face, he left me and proceeded to the adjoining conference room.
I turned scarlet with his direct reprimand.
"I'll be with you in a jiffy, boss. I'll just get my sketches from my office," I've stammered.
When I returned, he looked directly at me with his discerning eyes banked with lush black eyelashes. Even when I was presenting to him the scheduled itinerary of the house and the designs of the clothes for the summer line using power points, he never said a word. He looked at the slides from time to time and continued looking at me with a lifeless disinterest bordering on boredom. Touching on the marketing of Ram's creation was not my department but I tried to explain it in the best way I could. His looks became more bored and he stood up and walked to the wide window overlooking Ayala Avenue.
Then he asked without looking back at me, "You're beautiful, you know? I'd like to put you in canvass, would you pose for me?"
I was momentarily aghast. His sudden proposition was out of context to what he previously wanted to know which I was explaining to him.
But I was complimented by the descriptive word beautiful he used for me. I'm gay but not outwardly effeminate. I was not offended. Though caught unguarded, I answered almost inaudibly, "I'd love that." It was the most that I can say notwithstanding my excitement about his offer.
But after a while, he looked at me and nodded. "I'll see you after the meeting and let's talk about my offer."
When all the staffs consisting mostly of beautiful women and a sprinkling of gays like me filed in, he began the meeting right away. As he spoke, he looked intensely at each one of the staff making them feel as if he was talking to him or her alone. Some of the girls squirmed at his bewitching gaze.
When he looked at me as if talking to me alone, my heart leapt, I was overwhelmed. "I must be honest with you, I do not know anything about dressing up a woman much less their preferences. Perhaps I am expert on undressing them." Snickers met his words but when he raised his hand everyone became silent. "And for this, I want you to give your best and help me. This fashion business is our means of survival. If it sank, all of us will go hungry and sink with it."
I unconsciously nodded an affirmation.
"I am not closing this meeting yet. Chris Santos has already introduced our marketing agenda to me, I'll let Cynthia schedule another meeting with me and Liza Armeni," he looked at our petite, energetic marketing director who smiled and nodded. "Unfortunately, this is one territory of my father's business which I am not acquainted. So, you'll have a lot to discuss with me, Liza. Meanwhile, meeting is adjourned."
After the meeting we were about to return to our own work, when he addressed Cindy. "I'd like to unwind, Cindy. And you know, painting will relieve me of all these past stresses. With dad's demise and this new business which you knew I am totally unfamiliar; it might take days, but definitely, I'm here to take the helm of this house. You have my phone number, just call up when anything of importance that needed my presence arises." He looked at me as I gather my sketches and said. "Let's review those sketches at my pad."
The shock of his voice rang on my ears. It kept ringing as I looked at him my mouth slightly opened for I can't believe what I've heard. But as usual, he left without any more words. And when I looked at Cindy, she just nodded.
Damon was already on the driver's seat of his black Ferrari when I came down. "You can follow in your car if you wish but, I'd prefer that you ride with me," the door of his car beside him was already opened.
It was a chance to be near him that I would not lose. And I chose to ride with him. As soon as I got in his car, he drove out of the house' parking lot. He merged with the heavy traffic on Ayala Avenue heading west. I threw a side glance at him and saw frustrations on his face. He clenched at the steering wheel tightly as his car moved with the slow flowing traffic. Sometimes we stalled for seconds as the traffic stood still. "Damned this fucking traffic," he hissed.
It took us almost three hours before reaching his condo and it was nearing noon time. He occupies the penthouse on the 20th floor overlooking the beautiful Manila Bay. Noticeably at one side was his studio where portraits of nude women were at the wall. The glass panelling guarded with intricate steel grills was slightly ajar, sending in the slight breeze coming from the sea. The whole place was done in modern taste with an elevated bed that could be enclosed with a box pleated curtains. There was a bar at one side half-filled with spirits mostly gins. The place was in complete disarray, his personal things strewn all around.
He looked haggard as he went directly to the bar and poured himself a drink and gulped it at a toss. He put down his wine glass at the counter and removed his shirt and pants. I was agog to see his complete nudity for he was not wearing an underwear.
He was standing on his side and his limp cut cock was in my full view. Being gay it was my first point of interest. And I knew, fully erect it will be thick and around 10 inches long. My breath constricted as I drank on his naked body I have fantasized for long; at last, a reality for my eyes to feast. I sighed deeply to loosened the primal sexual lust building inside me pushing my crotch to react in reflex .
I may have stared too long which he noticed. "Haven't you seen a naked guy before?"
