Mobbed By Him #2 (Mobbed By Him Romance Series - Book #2) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free Page B

a surprise
to me. With all the glamour and glitz I thought I would have plans every night.
But apparently you needed to know certain people to have that kind of a
lifestyle.
    We were seated immediately when we arrived and the
outside terrace offered the right amount of romance for the date. Though
romance was not why I came that evening, it was a nice treat anyways. The
evening was warm with a cool breeze which felt refreshing against the setting
sun.
    The waiter approached the table and Damon requested
the best wine that they had. He also ordered appetizers and lobsters for
dinner. It was the first time someone had ever ordered for me and I sort of
liked it.
    “I hope you don't mind me ordering for you.”
    “No, not at all. I’ve never been here before. Thank
you.”
    He smiled. “No, thank you for joining me for dinner.”
    “So tell me Damon, what kind of hobbies does a man
like you have?”
    He paused and looked at me, stunned. He took a sip of
his wine and I followed suit. “God, I don't have hobbies. I can't even remember
the last time I did something like that. My life is far too busy for that I
guess.”
    “That's sort of sad. There must be something you do in
your spare time for fun.”
    He smirked. “I guess there is, but if I told you, then
you probably wouldn't like me much.”
    My heart skipped a beat. He wasn't about to admit
being part of the MOB right then and there, was he?   I gulped as I said, “Try me.”
    “I guess you could say that my hobbies are women. I
spend a lot of time with women.”
    “Oh.” Ya , that was not the answer I had been expecting. Though I
wasn't surprised; my research had indicated that he was a bit of a whore.
    He laughed. “Sorry. I just enjoy spending time with
women. Yourself included of course.”
    I wasn't sure whether I should be flattered or
disgusted that he had lumped me in with the rest of his trollops. Not that it
really should matter anyways. I wasn't there to fall in love, I was there to
find out what happened to my parents.
    “Don't apologize. If that's what you prefer, who am I
to judge.”
    He nodded with a look of surprise on his face. We
continued talking about the things we did for fun, or I mainly did since
womanizing seemed to be the only hobby the guy had. We got into movies and
music, but the more I talked to him the more I realized he didn't have a whole
lot of joy in his life. His whole world seemed to surround the company and his
family. He couldn't even remember the last book he read, though he remembered
how much he enjoyed reading as a child.
    I grew sad the more our conversation went on. I
couldn't imagine being so focused on my job that I shut everything else out.
Maybe he was a workaholic. That was certainly possible, or maybe he was part of
the MOB and that's why he was so busy. It was probably hard to find time to
read when you were off killing people that got in your way. Or it was possible
that he was just lying about everything that he was telling me. I had to really
take his words with a grain of salt as I wasn't sure that all of this wasn't
some game he played with all his women. Though I had to also consider that fact
that he may also be completely innocent and telling me as much truth as he
could in that moment.
    It was confusing being around Damon. I had a strong
attraction to him, yet I knew that I shouldn't. I knew that getting close to
him would probably be the worst possible thing that I could do. I wished that I
could though, but if I allowed myself to do so, not only would I compromise
myself but I would also be betraying my parents. Damon was not the sort of man
they would want me to end up with. A killer....murderer...liar. No, not exactly
the kind of man you bring home to mommy and daddy.
    Maybe I was wrong about everything as well. Maybe
Damon's dad hadn't been the head of the L.A. MOB. It was assumed by a lot of
people, but that didn't make it true.
    “I saw your father's obituary, Damon. I can't tell you
how sorry