Is Damiano David Gay Novels & Stories

“I can agree to those terms. You’re making this easier than I expected.” “Good.” She folded her arms. “Now, I have a question.” “Only one?” His smirk returned, teasing. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Why are you so willing to go along with this? You agreed too quickly.” Damien leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his expression shifting to something more serious. “I’ve thought about this before,” he admitted. “The rumors about me… they’ve been affecting my business. Most of my partners think I’m gay because I’m still single in my forties. It’s a lie spread by my competitors, and it’s starting to take a toll. A wife—even if temporary—would silence those whispers and clea

“There’s something I should confess, Damian.” “What is it?” “I’m not looking for a woman.” His voice was steady now. “I’m gay.” The words caught me off guard. “You… what?” He chuckled at my stunned expression. “You heard me. If that’s a problem, I’ll move to another pack. I won’t bring shame on you or the others.”

he teased, and she heard it even though it was muttered under his breath. “That is not the point!” Rhea snapped. “Any woman would say no if you proposed like this, especially here in the hospital where my mother is confined. And you ask for a favor while disrespecting me. Why would I marry a gay man? I want a real man, someone like Timothée Chalamet, Orlando Bloom, or Lee Min Ho. Women and gay men want the same thing—men. There is no contest there.”

His scent—fresh, warm, familiar—wrapped around me like a memory I wasn’t ready to claim. I forced a smile. “I’m not lying.” He searched my eyes, so close I felt his breath on my lips. “You are.” The room felt smaller. Or maybe it was just him—Damian Vale, standing too close, looking too deeply, touching me without even raising his hands. He lifted one finger and brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. That tiny touch burned hotter than a kiss. “I don’t want anything coming between us,” he murmured. My chest tightened. He was too honest, too open. It almost made me feel guilty.

Krystie spoke to the bewildered Lucian who already had his mouth open from shock. 'Boyfriend! What boyfriend?' Lucian wondered to himself, in his mind trying to convince himself that maybe she was drunk and had intended to say, girlfriend, at least that would have made sense. "That Damian guy, isn't he your boyfriend and you are gay," Krystie plunged ahead with pride, as if stating the obvious that he was trying to hide from her. She wanted to show him that she was not as dumb as he presumed her to be. "Damian!" "Me?Gay?" Lucian asked in disbelief, he could not believe his ears, and when he received a confirmation nod from her he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

When she looked up, her eyes were an impossible shade of emerald. She met my eyes; longing, and what appeared to be lust, peered back at me. Completely captivated, my balls tightened with delightful pain. She quickly turned away but the one glance was all I needed. I had to have her. The lack of teasing in Damian's voice surprised me. "She's not for you and you don't even want the Domme baggage that comes with her." Damian had tracked my gaze and he could probably see the intense possessive look I threw her way. His words finally registered and my heart sank. "She's gay?"

Damien retorts causing Silver to roll her eyes and walk away. Damien Allen was a hothead who spent most of his life acting out to suppress feelings he couldn't help, like noticing when boys were cute, or not minding the gay ones staring. Damien knew he couldn't be gay though, not with the family and friends he had, but still, he wanted to be better. Taking this year to focus more on school and less on fighting Damien's been trying, but the strange feelings still lingered and now he can't help but notice Baz, the VP's son who has a little bit of a wild side.

In other words, he had said that she was boring enough of a person to date the most boring type of people. “How dare he?!” said Ella as she unlocked her door and got inside. “Oh, just you wait, Javier Summers!” she vowed to herself as she placed her bag on the table and sat on the couch. Damon Matthews was hot as a sin. Ella would have fallen for him if not for the fact that he was only interested in the same sex. Either Damon or his boyfriend Tanner would suffice. Gay men could make the very best friends for a woman and she was both glad and grateful to have them both in her life. Long before she had known that Damon was gay, back in her high school days, they had been really good friends.

His insistence that this was bigger than business. Damian lifted his glass but didn’t drink. His voice dropped, lower now, as if the walls themselves might be listening. “The person who set the fire in Germany…” He paused. My jaw tightened at the deliberate beat he left in the air. “…and vandalized the containers in Paris…” He finally looked at me, unflinching. “…is Natalie Montgomery.” The name slammed into the space between us. My grip tightened around the stem of my glass. “And,” Damian continued, almost as if driving the knife deeper on purpose, “she’s not just Elisha’s sister. She’s my girlfriend.”

he says to Brendon, before leading me back into the main foyer. “Are you okay?” he asks, cupping my face in his hands. “I’m fine” Because I am, but I don’t elaborate. “He’s gay” he says. “You have nothing to worry about” I let out a small laugh. He’s obviously misread my uneasiness. “He can try all he wants” I reply, sliding my arms around Damian’s waist. “I only have eyes for one man” “Really. And who would that be?”