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A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH "He laughed it off, like some joke."
It was finally time to leave the park, as they strolled through the aisles of the gate, Damien suggested they go to a store and get a few things for the baby. “ Damien, we're not even sure of the gender, how do we shop?” Blaire asked, lifting her eyebrows and giving the expression of amazement.“ We'll get unisex, and maybe go for a scan next month.” Damien said, his gaze focused on their direction.Blaire felt an odd mix of excitement and apprehension. They both arrived at the store, Damien walked beside her, eyeing the rows of clothes, toys, and supplies with a playful curiosity. He occasionally picked up items, inspecting them like he was learning a new language. Every so often, he’d turn to Blaire, his expression a blend of amusement and genuine interest."So, do babies really need all this stuff?" he asked, holding up a tiny onesie. “I mean, they can’t even read yet, so why are there all these logos and designs?”Blaire laughed, feeling lighter than she had in days. "Babies need
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Why do I bother loving him?
Blaire closed the door to her room, leaning back against it as she exhaled slowly, her mind buzzing with a chaotic blend of emotions. Just moments ago, she had confessed her feelings to Damien—a move that felt bold and terrifying all at once. She replayed his reaction in her mind, his laughter echoing in a mix of disbelief and amusement. A flush of annoyance colored her cheeks as she thought back on the way he had taken her confession lightly, as if her heart was just some casual entertainment for him."Scumbag," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as she moved away from the door. Yet, she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. Despite his cocky response, there was a spark in Damien’s eyes—a glimmer of something that hinted he didn’t quite find it as trivial as he let on. She glanced at herself in the mirror, catching the faint blush that lingered on her cheeks. Part of her wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. What on earth was she doing, feeling this gi
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH A day as Damien's personal assistant
Blaire woke up with a strange feeling. She’d barely opened her eyes when a wave of lightheadedness hit her, making her grip the edge of the bed for support. These pregnancy hormones, she thought with a small groan, trying to gather her strength. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten much last night.Slowly, she stood up and made her way to the kitchen, following the comforting smell of breakfast. Maria was already bustling around, humming softly to herself as she flipped pancakes. Blaire’s mother was seated in the living room, knitting quietly. As Blaire entered, her mom looked up with a gentle smile.“Morning, sweetheart,” her mom greeted, her eyes filled with warmth and concern. “How are you feeling?”Blaire managed a small smile, though she still felt a bit woozy. “I’m alright, just… a little tired.” She took a seat beside her mother, letting herself relax as she settled into the cozy familiarity of home.Her mother noticed the slight pallor in her face and reach
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH That awkward feeling when you work for your crush
The minute Blaire walked into the towering building housing the Smith-family business firm, she felt her breath catch. It was massive—glass and steel stretching upward and gleaming in the morning light, with an air of prestige and power. Following Paul, she entered the sleek lobby, then the elevator, where he pressed the button for the fifth floor. As they rose, Blaire’s nerves surged, and she clutched her bag, trying to steady herself.When they stepped off the elevator, the fifth floor was bustling. People in sharp, tailored suits moved quickly, each carrying files or typing on tablets, immersed in their own tasks. Blaire’s eyes darted around, taking in the energy of it all—the polished marble floors, the glass-walled meeting rooms, and the soft hum of quiet conversation and ringing phones.A young woman passed by, offering Blaire a polite nod. “Good morning,” she greeted with a professional smile before hurrying off.“That’s Lila, the secretary here,” Paul explained, noting Blaire’
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH I've been feeling the distance between us
After a long day filled with meetings and new challenges at work, Damien finally found some relief when he left the office. As he stepped into his car, the weight of the day seemed to lift just a little. He pulled out the letter he’d been meaning to drop off and held it in his hands, the crinkled paper reminding him of the business obligations he was tangled in. Just as he started to settle in, his phone buzzed, and his eyes shifted to the screen. It was a call from Gina.He sighed, but there was no real hesitation before he answered. "Hey, Gina," he greeted, his voice carrying the familiar hint of weariness."Damien," she said warmly, her voice a stark contrast to his. "I’ve been thinking... Why don’t you come over tonight? I made dinner. It’s been a while since we’ve had some time just for us."Damien hesitated for a brief moment. He had been so consumed with the whirlwind of work and everything that had happened with Blaire. But Gina… well, she was still his fiancée. "I’ll be there
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Mr. Harold's past
Harold Smith sat alone in his study, the faint ticking of a wall clock the only sound breaking the silence. Before him, a family portrait—faded and cracked with time—captured a moment of the past when things had seemed simpler, when love had still been a part of his life. It was a version of his family that no longer existed, and as he studied the faces frozen in time, his mind drifted to memories he preferred not to confront.His late wife, Evelyn. A woman who had once been the center of his world. A woman he had lost—not to death, but to a betrayal he couldn't forgive. She had left him, taken by another man after years of his emotional neglect, his constant obsession with his business and legacy.Harold stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He needed to clear his mind, needed to escape the suffocating atmosphere of his study. He made his way out of the house and into the expansive gardens that surrounded the estate. The gardens, once a symbol of his wife’s love, now
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Damien’s footsteps echoed through the grand hallway as he walked into the house, his mind still tangled with thoughts of the day. The heavy weight of responsibility felt like a constant companion, and he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was off. As he walked toward the living room, he spotted Rachel sitting on one of the plush couches, her brow furrowed in concern. She stood up quickly when she saw him, her eyes searching his face as if trying to gauge his mood.“Damien,” she said, her voice laced with worry. “We need to talk.”Damien raised an eyebrow, setting his briefcase down. “What happened?” he asked, already knowing the answer. There was a sense of dread in the air, something he had grown all too familiar with in this house.“It’s Dad,” Rachel replied, her tone heavy. “He’s at it again.”Damien sighed, running a hand through his hair. His father’s moods had been increasingly erratic, and his fixation on legacy and wealth was consuming him. “Really?” Damien ask
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH My baby will tie me to Damien, if he ever finds out
Blaire sat quietly on the couch, her hands resting on her stomach as she thought about the encounter with Damien and everything that had transpired since. Her thoughts were a mixture of confusion, hope, and doubt. She had never expected her life to take such a drastic turn. What had started as a fleeting moment between two strangers had morphed into something she couldn’t quite comprehend. But as the days passed, she realized that the baby growing inside her would tie her to Damien in ways that she couldn’t escape.She heard a knock on the door, interrupting her train of thought. With a sigh, Blaire stood up and made her way to the door. When she opened it, she met Maria, holding a large bowl of fruit salad.“ Hello, Blaire,” Maria greeted her with a smile. “I brought you something healthy. Thought you could use it with the baby and all.”Blaire smiled softly, touched by Maria’s thoughtfulness. “Thank you,” she said, stepping aside to let her in. “You’re always so kind.”Maria entered
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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...
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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
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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
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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
