Chapter 310: Damien Vaughn’s Secret
Soon, Damien Vaughn had sped to Club DL.
The moment he opened the car door, Brandon Jacobs hurried over, quickly sliding into the passenger seat.
With a gossipy expression, he looked Damien Vaughn up and down repeatedly.
"Holy shit, no wonder Zeke Walton used to say that about you... So you guys really do have a radar for this stuff, huh? And only he could tell. Damn, Vaughn, you really know how to hide it!"
Damien snapped, "Do you not fucking understand English? I need someone straight. Why would I be looking for a straight guy for myself?"
It took Brandon a moment to catch on.
"Oh, right. Then who is it for? Holy shit, who have you met recently? You’d indulge this kind of weird kink for them? What about me, am I not your best friend anymore?"
"Brandon Jacobs, I’m in a hurry. Just get the guy here. I don’t have time for your bullshit."
With that, Damien glanced out the window.
Aside from a few security guards standing at the entrance, it was completely empty.
"So where is he?"
Brandon leaned back in his seat, his expression nonchalant.
"How can you be so naive at thirty? You want someone young, sensible, and discreet, but also a virgin. And on top of that, he has to be handsome and reliable? Where the hell am I supposed to find you a unicorn like that? Just think about it. Out of all the guys in this line of work, how many have a decent moral compass? They’re all just in it for the money..."
Damien was truly desperate and hadn’t thought things through. Brandon had a point.
He was so damn frustrated. He slammed a fist on the steering wheel.
"Do you have any reliable friends, then? Introduce them to me."
"I just don’t get it." Brandon leaned in close to his face again.
"Who are you really doing this for? Judging by your tone, it’s a woman. If she’s that desperate to find a man, why doesn’t she go out and find one herself? Is she too ugly or too old? That unpresentable? How could she have you this tied up in knots?"
Damien, not looking at all like someone asking for a favor, rolled his eyes at him.
"Knowing too much won’t do you any good. Just tell me, yes or no."
"If she’s a young, beautiful, rich woman, then I’ve got someone. If she’s old and ugly, then forget it."
Damien: "..."
"If I’d known you’d be this much of a pain in the ass, I would’ve just called Wyatt Wynn. She’s gorgeous—a total knockout, face and body, okay? Now, can you please bring the guy over?"
Brandon’s eyes instantly lit up.
"Huh? A beauty? A total knockout, face and body? Holy shit, you have a prize like that and you’re not introducing her to me? You’re looking for a stranger instead? Are you out of your goddamn mind?"
Damien looked at him with disdain. "You?"
"Yeah. Don’t I fit the bill? I’m young, handsome, and discreet. I’d never spill your secrets. And most importantly, I’m still..."
Damien suddenly leaned toward him, reached a long arm across, and pushed his door open.
"Get out."
"Hey, hey, hey! I’m not done talking! What are you doing?"
Brandon grabbed his arm. "I told you, I need someone with no experience! You’re a fucking player, stop making things difficult for me!"
"Who are you calling a player? Shit, is that really the kind of guy you think I am? I might run my mouth and flirt with pretty women sometimes, but I have principles, okay? I’ve never..."
"You dare say you’ve never?"
"I dare! I’ve never slept around! From my school days until now, I’ve only ever been with, you know, her. Twice. If I’ve been with any other woman, may lightning strike me dead!"
Damien knew that Brandon had still been in school when he was dating her. He remembered how young and innocent they were back then.
After they broke up, he’d become a bit of a rake, which was why Damien always had a poor impression of his love life.
He just never expected that Brandon had actually stuck to his principles.
The strength in Damien’s arm lessened. "Really?"
"Holy shit. Who jokes about stuff like that? I take care of myself, okay? I’m afraid of getting STDs! I’m an only son. If I caught something like that, how would I carry on the family line? If you really don’t believe me, I’ll show you my medical reports! I get regular check-ups, I’m as healthy as a horse!"
Damien eyed him skeptically, but he had to admit Brandon had a point.
’With anyone else, there would be a risk of this getting out. But with him, it was different.’
’Besides, she might not even be interested in Brandon.’
’The point was, as long as he brought someone over, she’d have no reason to be angry with him anymore.’
"Fine. I’ll give you a chance to meet a beautiful woman. Go grab a case of liquor, we’re leaving now."
Brandon, as excited as if he were about to meet a movie star, immediately dashed back into the club.
He quickly ran back down, carrying a case of incredibly expensive imported liquor.
"So where are we going? Who is this woman, really? Besides Gwen Morgan and, you know, her, I’ve never seen you hang out with any other women. When did you meet this one? Why did she ask you to find her a man? How did you two even end up on that topic? Aren’t you Mr. Ascetic? How were you not too embarrassed to even bring it up? What does she do? How old is she?"
As Brandon chattered on incessantly, Damien pulled up in front of a very secluded, standalone villa.
Brandon started to get out of the car, but Damien said grimly, "Don’t move."
CLICK. He pressed the button on the garage remote.
The rolling door slowly lifted. Damien drove the car into the garage, and the door shut behind them. Only then did he let him get out.
Brandon was starting to get a little scared by his behavior.
"Whose house is this? How did you even find it? Holy shit, why is it so remote? There aren’t any neighbors! This is creepy as hell, man. And why are you being so secretive? Who is this woman? She’s not in some kind of trouble, is she? You better not be dragging me into any trouble!"
"You’re the one who needs to stay out of trouble. Now shut your mouth."
The two of them entered the living room through a hidden door in the garage. The room was pitch-black, with only a little light filtering through the glass from two streetlamps outside.
In the faint light, a slender woman with disheveled hair was curled up on the sofa.
Seeing them enter, she lazily wiggled her bare feet.
"Did you bring him? And the liquor?"
Damien carried the case a few steps to the coffee table and gently set it down.
"Inspect the goods. If you’re satisfied, get to it. I have to take him with me when I leave."
’What? Inspect the goods? And he has to take me away later? What does that make me?’
As Damien finished speaking, the woman stood up from the sofa.
She was extremely tall. Even barefoot, she was nearly eye-level with Brandon when she stood before him.
Though her hair was a mess, it was glossy and jet-black.
She wore no makeup, and she seemed to be wearing only a long T-shirt.
But she was so young, with such defined features, and a figure and presence that could rival an international supermodel.
Brandon was so stunned he could barely speak.
"Wh-wha... you two... How does she look so much like you? Holy shit, Vaughn, you’ve been keeping a secret this big from me? You have a sister?"
"Go take care of her first. We can talk about whatever you want to know when you’re done."
Damien tossed him the condom he hadn’t had a chance to use himself.
"Hurry up. Don’t take all day."