Free Web NovelChapter 72: Chapter 72: Vaughn, I Had No Idea Your Taste Was So Heavy
Claire’s face instantly flushed.
Before she could even speak, Brandon Jacobs burst into raucous laughter.
"Damn, Vaughn, so she came for *you*? That explains it. I was wondering why someone like her just popped up out of nowhere... HAHAHAHA! Vaughn, no wonder you’ve been off all day. So this is why... Who is this girl? Your taste is really something..."
Wyatt Wynn was also taken aback. Damien Vaughn avoided women year-round, so when he finally got involved with one, it was someone like *this*.
He really marched to the beat of his own drum!
Seeing they had gotten the wrong idea and mistaken her for that kind of woman, Claire grew even more embarrassed and hurried to Damien’s side.
"Damien, what are you saying? I’m not... In any case, I came to apologize. I’ve been so stupid lately, and I keep making you angry. I’m sorry."
He already felt uncomfortable when she got close, even in her usual attire. Now was a different story entirely.
Shaking off his lazy posture, he abruptly stood and took two strides to sit on the opposite end of the sofa, near Wyatt Wynn.
"Here to apologize? How did you know I was here?"
’Tonight, only his two old friends knew where he was, not even Ryan. Was it possible Claire had followed him?’
"You followed me? Claire, you’ve got a lot of nerve."
Claire froze, instinctively starting to explain, but Damien’s brow darkened and his voice dropped.
"Don’t move! Stay there and talk."
"I’ve already made myself perfectly clear. Did you not understand, or what?"
To be humiliated like this in front of his friends made Claire so embarrassed she wished the ground would swallow her whole.
’But I’ve already drugged the wine. I absolutely cannot miss this chance tonight!’
Her nose stung, and tears streamed down her face, a picture of pure misery.
"I understand, but I can’t bear to let go. I love you, Damien. You can’t imagine how much. I think about you constantly... I wish I had more dignity, that I could stop caring about you, stop worrying about you, but I just can’t control it."
"Growing up, besides my dad, you’re the man who’s treated me the best. I gave you myself, my heart, my everything. I’ve considered myself yours for a long time now. I..."
Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn exchanged a look, once again struggling to hold back their laughter.
’So there really *was* something between this woman and Damien?!’
’And they were just saying Vaughn was a saint, going the whole year without touching a woman. Turns out, behind closed doors...’
’This one looked like she’d be hard to shake.’
’To ignore all those pretty, innocent girls out there and go for someone like *her*... Vaughn, oh, Vaughn. His taste was certainly nothing to write home about.’
Whether it was the alcohol or the sheer bluntness of Claire’s words, a wave of nausea rolled in Damien’s stomach.
He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes in frustration.
"Enough, Claire. It was just one night. It’s been years, and I’ve more than made it up to you. It’s pointless to keep fantasizing about something more."
"Just ask these two guys. At their age, how many women do you think they’ve slept with? If every single one of them was like you, do you think they’d still be alive?"
’Why’d he have to drag them into it?’
The two men, who had been enjoying the show, quickly wiped the smiles from their faces and played along with Damien.
"It’s true. Men like women who are sensible. Take Mr. Wynn here. He’s probably been with, if not a hundred women, at least eighty by now. If they were all like you, he would’ve been pestered to death long ago."
Wyatt Wynn punched Brandon Jacobs on the shoulder.
"Hey, as if you’ve had any fewer! If I’m at a hundred, you’re at two hundred. Bottom line, missy, President Vaughn didn’t treat you poorly. You had your turn, and that should be enough. Don’t ask for more, it won’t do anyone any good."
’So Damien was planning to cut her off for good?’
Having him say all this in front of his friends was pure torture for Claire.
But then, she looked at the bottle of wine.
"I don’t care about anyone else. I only have you, and I will always love you. Damien, even if you don’t want to see me anymore, you at least owe me a proper goodbye... Let me pour you two drinks, for the sake of the last few years..."
Fresh tears began to plop down her cheeks.
This was the first time they had ever seen a woman show up to settle a romantic score with Damien. Seeing her crying like that, and seemingly ready to stop pestering him, the two spectating brothers couldn’t help but speak up.
"Since the lady’s come around, just drink the two glasses she’s pouring for you. You’re the one who got yourself into this mess." freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Wyatt Wynn even thoughtfully pushed Damien’s glass over to Claire.
Damien hadn’t expected Claire to pull this stunt—not only tracking him to the club and dressing like this, but now insisting on pouring him drinks.
He was utterly speechless.
’Still, if this would get rid of her faster and put his past foolishness to rest, so be it.’
He snatched the glass and downed it in one go.
True to her word, Claire poured him two glasses and herself two, finishing off the entire bottle.
"Damien, dressed like this and after drinking so much... it’s not safe for me to go home alone. Could I trouble you to take me home, just one last time?"
Before Damien could speak, Brandon had already lost patience for him.
"Your Damien is in no state to take you anywhere! I’ve never met anyone so troublesome! Go on, get out! I’ll have someone escort you. And don’t come back! If I see you again..."
With that, he stood, grabbed Claire’s arm, and began to drag her out.
Claire resisted. "I want to go with Damien! Just one last time! Damien, I’m begging you, one last time..."
Brandon Jacobs shoved her out of the room.
"You just don’t know when to quit, do you? You’re a grown woman, you don’t look mentally ill, so how can you be so dense? I’m warning you, get lost before I really get angry. When I lose my temper, I don’t care if you’re a man or a woman."
Brandon Jacobs was as tall as Damien, and his years in the entertainment industry had given him an undercurrent of ruthlessness.
His flare of anger instantly frightened Claire.
She looked toward Damien, clinging to a final shred of hope. Unfortunately, he was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, not looking her way at all.
’The drug was a complete waste!’
Furious, Claire stomped her foot on the ground and ran off.
The private room fell quiet again. Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn exchanged a look, and recalling Claire’s recent performance, they couldn’t help but laugh again.
"I’m not trying to gossip, but that girl was just too ridiculous. I can’t help it. Vaughn, where did you even meet her?"
"If you’re that desperate for a woman, just say the word, buddy. It’s not like you don’t know I’ve got plenty of options for you. Look at the mess you’ve made..."
The more the two talked, the funnier it became, until they were doubled over in laughter. Damien, completely losing face, kicked out at them.
"No one will mistake you for mutes if you shut up! Get out!"
Wyatt Wynn said, "You don’t have a lot of experience with relationships, so you’re not a great judge of character. It’s normal to misread someone once in a while. Don’t worry, you’ll learn from it. We’re not laughing at you, buddy."
"Are you deaf? I said get the hell out!"
Seeing that Damien had completely lost face and was now flying into a rage out of sheer embarrassment, the two men backed out of the room, still laughing.
"Alright, alright, we’re going, we’re going. But will you be safe in here alone? Should we get a few guys to stand guard outside? We wouldn’t want another girl with impure intentions to come throw herself at you."
’Unbelievable!’
Damien grabbed a glass and hurled it at them.
"HAHAHAHA," the two men laughed as they ran out of the room.
