Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 21

Allison’s boyfriend.

Damien couldn’t take his eyes off Allison. She hadn’t only declared those strange words, but she seemed to be standing by the words. Her gaze and gait said it all. “Since when did they start dating?”

“Allison had a crush on Damien?” “I never saw this coming.”

Damien couldn’t help but look away from Allison to the girls who were muttering amongst themselves. What did they think, that he couldn’t hear them? The truth was, if it were before, Allison was out of his league. There were a whole lot of popular movies that Allison had starred in as the female lead. She had won several awards and she was just 21.

It was said that she was seeing Martin Reeves, a hot and classy billionaire of the popular Cleavrock firms. The second most popular company in the world. “So what if he’s your boyfriend? He can’t just snatch my thing and get away with it.” Claire had snapped back at Allison. Damien loved Claire for something. She was a tough girl who adjust to any situation as soon as possible. Naturally, she should be flustered by what Allison had said, because she knew that Allison was hotter than she was even though she was a model. Because every little details that her body missed were available in Allison. “I think you’re missing the important detail here. You need fish from me, you’ll have to give something in return.” Damien prevented Allison from responding. “Why must it be from me? Why can’t you ask someone else. Like Jada, your whore.”

Jada eyes were kindled by rage when Claire mentioned her. Damien smirked, looking to Jada,

“Jada is smarter than you are. You call her swift decisions being a whore. But of all the ladies here, I can only speak for her and Mira, talking about smartness.”

At the end of the sentence, Damien made his eyes drop on Ayisha. Claire felt really offended by what he had just said. She made to slap him, but Allison held her hand. “Don’t even think of it?”

Claire scoffed. “Did you already become his whore? Isn’t it too early, classy Allison?”

Damien observed Allison’s expression. She didn’t seem offended by Claire’s rude outburst.

Allison spread her face into a sheepish smile. The killer smile, stepping forward, past Damien, closer to Claire. She leaned towards Claire and whispered in her ears, “At least I’m a step ahead of you. And stop with the vainshow, I know you’re dying to have him. Don’t forget I have your secret in my palms.”

Allison regained her former posture and then smiled at Claire as though she didn’t say anything. She turned to Damien, “Come baby, let’s go.” She wanted to pull Damien away, but he refused to be. He handed the thing he had snatched from Claire back to her. Claire snatched it, and clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes. Damien smiled. He pulled the bag containing the fish and brought out carps and kois. He gave one each to the girls, but refused to give Claire one. “I hope you girls are doing good.” He turned after those words and walked away. Allison hurried to him and slid her arm into his, holding firmly unto it as they walked away. “Wow. Damien is really kind. He gave us fish for free.” “I used to think that he was dick, but now I’m convinced otherwise.” Laurette seconded what Evelyn had said. “He’s getting burly too. I love strong guys who make solving problems seem like sleeping.” “I think I’m falling for him already.”

“Me too.”

Claire watched the girls in contempt as they chattered. She was annoyed. Her eyes strayed to the peg which Damien had dropped. She walked to it and started stabbing the pond mercilessly.

Maybe give her a title, The angry fisher gir…. “That bitch!!!”

She cussed.

Damien and Allison kept walking arm in arms through the woods until they got to a turn in paths.

“We should wash our clothes. Mine stinks.”

He suggested. She followed him in the direction of the Waterfall. It didn’t take long before they got there.

“You go, I’ll wait my turn.”

He offered but she had another idea.

“I have bra and panties on. I won’t be naked. So, we could do it the same time.”

He nodded. He walked to the shore of the water where there were many fresh stones. He removed his top, squatted and started washing. She was behind him. He could hear her removing her clothes, but he didn’t look back at her.

She squatted beside him and started washing. He made sure not to look at her. He kept his eyes glued to the hems of his top fisted in his palm. .

“There’s no detergent, it’ll be quite hard to make it clean. But at least, the offensive odour