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A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH My Hero
Mr. Harold Smith had travelled and recently returned from his business trip, brimming with energy. He wasted no time in organising a grand party to celebrate his return and gather influential guests under one roof. The finest décor was arranged, and soon, the mansion was glowing in elegance. Damien knew the evening would be full of formalities, and Harold had even encouraged him to invite a few "interesting guests."That afternoon, when Damien stopped by Blaire’s workplace to extend an invitation, she seemed hesitant. "Me? At your father's party?" she asked, raising an eyebrow."Yes, you. It’s just an evening. A chance to unwind, and take a few shots of fine wine.” Damien said, brushing off her concerns. "But…" he added with a smirk" no… theatrics. I don’t want you using this as an opportunity to charm anyone."Blaire couldn’t help but chuckle, amused by his mocking tone. “Charm someone? You really don’t know me, Damien.”They continued chatting, and Damien enjoyed his lunch, visibly
Last Updated : 2024-12-03A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Her heart aches with hope
Damien gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched as he navigated the silent streets to Blaire’s apartment. Neither of them spoke, but the air between them buzzed with unspoken words and emotions. When they finally arrived, Blaire reached for the door handle, but Damien stopped her.“I’m walking you to your door,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for debate.“Damien, it’s late. I’ll be fine,” she protested gently, touched but wary of what his concern was stirring in her.He shook his head. “After tonight? I’m making sure you get inside safely.”Sighing, she nodded and allowed him to step out of the car. They walked in silence up the narrow staircase, the old wood creaking beneath their feet. When they reached her apartment door, she turned to him with a faint smile.“Thank you,” she said softly. “You didn’t have to…”“Yes, I did,” Damien replied, his gaze steady and intense. “You’re… important to me, Blaire.”Her heart skipped at his words, though she quickly masked
Last Updated : 2024-12-03A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Our worlds are still different
It was another beautiful evening, Blaire looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting the delicate fabric of her dress. It was a simple, elegant piece, a soft blush-pink cocktail dress that hugged her figure in just the right places and flared out gently at the waist. The dress held a special place in her heart; her mother had given it to her as a rare gift, something beautiful from her modest life that reminded her of simpler, kinder moments. Blaire touched the soft fabric with a small smile, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement flutter in her chest.Tonight was going to be fun. Damien had invited her to his father’s party, an event brimming with people far above her station. Just the thought of entering such a grand setting made her both nervous and thrilled. And when Paul, Damien’s driver, knocked on her door with a soft smile and a polite nod, she knew the evening had officially begun.As they drove up the winding road to the Smith estate, Blaire gazed out the window at the sprawl
Last Updated : 2024-12-03A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Not allowed to fall for him
Just as the warmth of the moment settled in, a well-dressed man approached and struck up a conversation with Damien, drawing him away. Blaire watched him go, her heart sinking slightly, but Rachel quickly filled the space, taking her arm.“Come on, I’ll introduce you to some people,” Rachel said, her tone cheerful as she led Blaire around the room. Blaire met several of Damien’s friends and acquaintances, each introduction making her feel more like a part of this world—if only for tonight.After a while, they made their way back to Damien, who had finished his conversation and was watching Blaire with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. He extended a hand to her, his eyes warm. “Shall we?”Confused but curious, Blaire took his hand, and he led her to the dance floor. A slow, elegant melody filled the room, and before she knew it, she was in his arms, swaying to the music.As they moved together, the world around them faded, leaving only the quiet intimacy of their shared s
Last Updated : 2024-12-03A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Damien's game
The morning sun poured through the large windows of the bustling restaurant, filling the space with a warm glow. It was a busy day, and Blaire arrived at work and remained focused, moving between tables with practised ease as laughter and lively chatter filled the room. She found comfort in the rhythm of the job, taking orders, serving meals, and sharing the occasional smile with customers.Suddenly, a group of waitresses huddled near the entrance caught her eye, whispering and casting glances her way. Before she could make sense of it, one of them darted over to her with a smirk.“Guess who just walked in?” the waitress said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.Blaire raised an eyebrow, glancing over her shoulder. “No idea.”“Your boyfriend,” the waitress teased, nudging Blaire playfully.Blaire’s eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly shook her head. “He’s not my boyfriend!” she said, feeling a flush rise to her cheeks. “I wouldn’t even think of dating someone like him. He’s—” she
Last Updated : 2024-12-03A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Her warmth draws me
Blaire could barely hold back her frustration as she stormed back into the kitchen, her thoughts churning with anger and disbelief. Damien had waltzed into her workplace, disrupted her shift, and now, because of his complaints, she was at risk of losing the only steady income she had. She clenched her fists, determined to focus on her work, but her mind kept drifting back to Damien's smirk as he watched her scramble to meet his impossible standards.The other waitress gave her sympathetic glances as she prepared herself to go back out, but they didn’t dare approach. They all knew Chef Thomas doesn't tolerate a lot of excesses like hers.By the end of her shift, Blaire was exhausted, her mind weighed down by worry and resentment. She knew that Chef Thomas wouldn’t hesitate to fire her, and if she lost this job, finding another so quickly would be near impossible. And then there was the baby to consider. She instinctively placed a hand on her stomach, feeling the weight of her responsib
Last Updated : 2024-12-03A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH The Unexpected kiss
The evening had passed slowly, with the warmth of laughter still lingering in the air, and Damien found himself standing near the door, feeling a pull toward leaving, but unable to move. Blaire walked him to the entrance, her footsteps light and quiet against the hardwood floors. The moonlight spilled in through the window, casting soft shadows on the walls."Thanks for everything tonight," Damien said, his voice low as he turned toward her. "It was... nice. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so at home, even if it was just for a few hours."Blaire gave him a small smile, a quiet sense of contentment filling her chest. "It was nice. You’re always welcome to join us. It was fun."But as the words left her lips, something shifted between them. An unspoken tension, a pull that had been there all evening but was now more palpable than ever.Damien took a slow breath. "You know," he started, hesitating, "I’ve been thinking a lot lately… about humanity. About the way people act, about how people
Last Updated : 2024-12-03A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH A complicated triangle
Damien’s mind was blurred as he drove through the winding streets, the thought of the evening’s events pressing down on him with every mile. His thoughts spiralled, and the taste of Blaire’s kiss lingered on his lips. It wasn’t supposed to happen, he told himself over and over, but the tight knot in his chest refused to loosen. He couldn’t shake the image of her eyes, the way her body felt against his, the warmth that had surged between them.But that wasn’t possible. He couldn’t let himself feel like this.By the time he reached the bar, he was already sinking into a haze of confusion. The noise, the dim lights, the clink of glass bottles—it all felt distant as he ordered one drink after another. Each sip blurred the edges of his thoughts, pushing the guilt and doubt to the back of his mind. Just a few drinks to forget, he thought. Just a few to numb this feeling.But it didn’t work. It never did.Hours later, Damien stumbled out of the bar, his movements slow and unsteady. The cold
Last Updated : 2024-12-04
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A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH In the end, I'm married to Damien Smith.
In the weeks that followed, plans for a small, intimate wedding were set in motion. The ceremony was to be held in a quaint countryside chapel, surrounded by close family and friends.On the day of the wedding, as Blaire walked down the aisle holding their daughter, Damien felt a surge of love and gratitude. Despite all the obstacles, they had found their way to each other, proving that love could overcome even the darkest of times.As they exchanged vows, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Their journey had been fraught with challenges, but it had also been filled with love, resilience, and hope.Together, they looked forward to a future filled with joy, ready to face whatever life had in store.The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the Smith mansion's grand windows, casting warm hues over the family gathered in the spacious living room. It had been weeks since Damien and Blaire’s intimate countryside wedding, a joyous occasion that marked the start of a new chapter in
A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH The downfall of the watcher and Gina Wright.
Harold was silent, his gaze flickering between Damien, Blaire, and the baby. Rachel stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm.“Dad,” she said, “this isn’t about business or reputation. This is about love. Isn’t that what family is supposed to be about?”For a moment, the room was filled with tense silence. Then, without a word, Harold turned and walked away, leaving them standing in the foyer.Damien let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He turned to Blaire and Rachel, a determined look on his face.“No matter what, we’ll be okay,” he said. “We have each other.”Blaire smiled, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. Together, they left the mansion, ready to start the next chapter of their lives.The tension in the air was palpable as Damien and Blaire left the Smith mansion, their baby cradled in Blaire’s arms. Damien’s jaw was tight with determination, but there was a newfound peace between them. For the first time in months, they felt like a true family, ready to
A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH The baby is mine
The evening was still, with only the faint sound of the wind brushing against the windows. Blaire sat on the couch, her hands clutching her phone tightly. She had tried calling Damien countless times, each attempt met with silence. Her heart sank deeper with every unanswered call, and the weight of regret pressed heavily on her chest.Her pacing filled the room with restless energy, her thoughts racing. “What if I’ve lost him for good?” she whispered to herself, her voice quivering.Mrs Taylor, sensing her daughter’s turmoil, stepped into the room. “Blaire,” she began gently, “you need to calm down. He just needs time. Damien loves you. I saw it in his eyes the day he held your daughter.”Blaire shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “But what if he doesn’t come back, Mom? What if he decides this is too much?”Mrs Taylor placed a comforting hand on Blaire’s shoulder. “He’s a good man, Blaire. He’ll come around. You just need to have faith.”Despite her mother’s words, Blaire’s he
A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH My Damien, My baby daddy
The evening was serene, the golden hues of the setting sun casting a warm glow through the windows of Blaire’s small apartment. Mrs Taylor sat at the dining table, cradling her grandchild with a tender smile as Blaire moved around the kitchen, tidying up and preparing a light dinner.“Blaire,” Mrs Taylor began, her voice soft but firm. “You’ve done so much for your daughter. You’ve given her everything she needs. But don’t you think it’s time to be honest? To tell Damien the truth?”Blaire froze, her hands trembling slightly as she placed a dish on the counter. She had been dreading this conversation, even though she knew it was inevitable.“I... I don’t know if it’s the right time,” Blaire admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “What if he doesn’t believe me? What if he thinks I’m trying to use him?”Mrs Taylor shook her head, rocking the baby gently. “He deserves to know, Blaire. And you deserve to live without this weight on your shoulders. He loves you—anyone can see that. Yo
A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH A one night stand has given me a bundle of joy.
The air in Blaire’s apartment was thick with warmth and joy, the kind that only a newborn could bring. Her daughter, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, lay cradled in Blaire’s arms, her tiny fingers curling around Blaire’s thumb. It was as if all the struggles, heartache, and fear of the past months had melted away, leaving behind only love and hope.Maria, Blaire’s mother, hovered nearby, her eyes glistening with happy tears as she handed Blaire a glass of water. “You’ve been through so much, my dear. Seeing you like this, with her—it’s a blessing.”Damien stood close, his hand resting protectively on the back of the couch where Blaire sat. He looked down at his daughter with awe, his piercing blue eyes softening in a way no one had seen before.“She’s perfect,” Damien said, his voice thick with emotion. “Just like her mother.”Blaire glanced up at him, her heart swelling. Their journey to this moment had been anything but easy. From their unlikely connection to the trials that had test
A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Getting to the root of it all.
Rachel sat on her bed, staring at the glowing screen of her phone. The posts, the comments, the endless judgement—it was all too much. The photos of her and Marcus were everywhere, plastered across gossip sites and social media platforms. The caption stung more than the images: "Rachel Smith disgraces the Smith name—caught with a low-class lover."She tossed her phone onto the bed, pulling her knees to her chest as tears streamed down her face. Her father’s harsh words echoed in her mind, but she pushed them away. She didn’t regret standing up for herself or her love for Marcus. But the weight of the public humiliation was more than she had anticipated.A soft buzz from her phone interrupted her thoughts. She grabbed it, her heart lifting slightly when she saw Marcus’s name on the screen.“Rachel?” Marcus’s voice was gentle, filled with concern.“Marcus,” she replied, her voice trembling.“I saw everything,” he said. “Are you okay?”Rachel swallowed hard. “I don’t know. It’s just...
A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH The Smith scandal
Gina sat at her opulent vanity, her fingers drumming against the polished wood as she stared at the photos the watcher had sent. The images of Rachel laughing and leaning into Marcus screamed intimacy. In another, Marcus held her hand, his expression tender.Gina’s lips curled into a malicious smile. “So Rachel thinks she can play the hero, aiding Damien while sneaking around with someone beneath her status. Let’s see how the Smith family handles this scandal.”She called the watcher. “Upload the pictures,” she ordered coldly. “Use a burner account and make it salacious. Make sure it spreads like wildfire.”The watcher hesitated for a second. “What caption should I use?”Gina’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Write this: ‘The mighty Smiths are crumbling—Rachel Smith caught sneaking around with a man far below her class. Does this family have any dignity left?’ Add a hashtag: #SmithScandal.”“Consider it done,” the watcher replied.Within moments, the photos were posted, and the internet de
A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Watch your back: Gina's relentless pursuit.
The next day, the mansion was eerily quiet as Rachel slipped out unnoticed, her heart pounding. She had grown accustomed to sneaking away to meet Marcus, but today was different. She wasn’t just meeting her lover—she was also visiting Blaire, someone she felt a strange yet undeniable connection with. Blaire had become a confidante in a way no one else could, someone who understood the weight of defying Harold Smith.Rachel arrived at Blaire’s modest apartment just as Damien was stepping out. “Perfect timing,” he said with a warm smile. “I need to run a quick errand. Rachel, you’re in charge until I’m back.”Rachel rolled her eyes playfully. “Got it, boss.”Once inside, Blaire greeted her with a warm hug. “It’s so good to see you. You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”Rachel sighed, sinking into the couch. “It’s my father. He’s relentless, Blaire. I can’t even breathe without him questioning my every move. And then there’s Marcus…” She trailed off, her cheeks coloring.Blai
A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Love secret
Rachel Smith stepped out of the sleek black car in a quiet corner of the city, her heart pounding with anticipation. She glanced over her shoulder to ensure none of her father’s spies had followed her. Satisfied she wasn’t being watched, she adjusted her sunglasses and walked briskly toward the cozy apartment complex where Marcus lived.When she reached the door, she hesitated for a moment before knocking. Almost immediately, the door opened to reveal Marcus, his warm brown eyes lighting up as he saw her.“Rachel,” he said softly, pulling her into the apartment and shutting the door behind her. “I didn’t expect you today.”“I had to come,” she said, her voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”Marcus cupped her face in his hands, searching her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”Rachel shook her head, a weak smile playing on her lips. “No, nothing new. I’m just... tired, Marcus. Tired of hiding, tired of sneaking around like we’re doing something wrong.”Marcus sighed, b
