Heat Bound

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Damon stood in the foyer of the Thomas Mansion and stared at the spectacle before him. Tristan Thomas, Caleb Thomas' son, not only had his tongue down the throat of a curvy young lady but had his hand under her blouse as well, obviously feeling up her tits. At that time of the day? Seriously?

The girl moaned loudly and then suddenly tried to push Tristan away when she caught sight of Damon.

"There's someone here T.T." She managed to get out breathlessly.

Tristan cursed and turned around to see who it was, pulling his hand from under Amber's blouse.

"Damon Reid," Tristan said with a sneer in his voice. "What do you want?" he looked irritated at the interruption. His dislike for Damon was obvious from his body language.

And why the hell not, Tristan asked himself. Damon thought he was a god. Handsome, rich, intelligent...you name it. The reason Tristan disliked him so much was that his own father never failed to throw Damon's accomplishments in his face.

'Why can't you be more like Damon? He's responsible, reliable, he's got a head for business, any father will be proud of him...'

Yeah, yeah, yeah...too bad Damon’s own father was dead so couldn't be proud of him. Tristan knew he was being mean but there was so much he could take. Heck, he was only twenty-one. And how old was Damon? Twenty-fucking-six. He didn’t think Damon wasn't that responsible five years earlier. He had to grow up when his father died as he had to take over the running of their empire. Who else was there to do that but him? He was an only child after all so had no choice but to grow up…right? Triston, therefore, didn’t think it was fair for his father to not only keep throwing Damon’s accomplishments in his face but also expect him to act like Damon-fucking-Reid. He just finished college for fuck's sake. It was time to have some fun.

"We need to talk, Tristan," Damon said in that sexy baritone of his, making Tristan even angrier.

Did the guy have any flaws, Tristan fumed. And why did he always call him Tristan instead of T.T. like everyone did? "So talk." Tristan all but growled.

Damon turned to look pointedly at the lady standing beside Tristan staring at him as though she was going to eat him up any second.

"Amber, go wait in the car will you?" Tristan told the flustered-looking girl.

He knew she was all gaga over the hunk standing in front of them. She was gaping like an utter idiot. Girls! But then Damon was known to have that effect on ladies. He was very tall, about six ‘two, broad, and bursting with muscles. His dark blond hair had been cut very short, exposing the strong column of his sun-kissed neck. One of Tristan's own sisters had once said Damon's deep, powerful voice alone was orgasm-inducing. And that face, even he would admit, was good on the eye.

"So... What does my father want?" Tristan asked, knowing very well that Damon was there on the instructions of his father.

His father and Damon wanted to enter into some sort of business partnership and his Dad had told him the day before that he wanted him to handle it. He had promptly told him he wasn't interested but his dad had cut him off saying Damon was going to get in touch with him. Now there he was. Just great!

"I presume he told you about Albatros," Damon stated, looking intently at Tristan with eyes so blue Tristan couldn't help but admire.

"Is that what you guys are calling your business venture? Well, he did mention something...not Albatros. And I remember telling him I wasn't interested. So this meeting is not necessary is it?" Tristan retorted.

"Look here, Tristan..."