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A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH "I'm keeping the baby's father a secret for now."
Blaire turned her face toward the window, staring at the blur of the city as they drove. Her chest was tight, a mix of anger, confusion, and something that felt too close to vulnerability.It wasn’t until they were halfway home that she finally broke the silence.“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Why do you act like you care so much? You made it clear I was mistaken.”Damien’s jaw tensed. “ That's because I thought you just wanted to use our affair as a way to earn money from me, I mean I'm Damien Smith after all. This situation... it’s complicated, yes, but I won’t let you make a choice you’ll regret. Maybe I didn’t handle things well, but I’m not about to watch you throw away something as serious as this without even trying to face it.”She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “ Trust me, I wouldn't have thought about it if I knew your identity at first. Face it? You mean face the fact that I’m supposed to raise a child alone, with barely enoug
Last Updated : 2024-12-02A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH The Billionaire family has perfect imperfections.
Damien sat at his desk, his gaze fixed on his phone. It had been days since he checked on Blaire. The days since his last conversation with Blaire had passed slowly, each one chipping away at the barriers he’d built around his emotions. ' I just hope she hasn't done something Crazy.' He thought. He had recently gotten a Multimillion contract, which left him occupied with work. He had tried to throw himself into work, but it was impossible to ignore the lingering thoughts of her stubbornness, even when he had told his driver Paul to check on her. Just as he was about to bury himself in a pile of paperwork, his phone buzzed with a message. His father.“Dinner tonight?” the message read, followed by another line: “Let’s go for a walk after, catch up a bit.”Damien sighed, sensing a formal yet personal conversation coming. His father wasn’t one for casual outings unless he had something specific on his mind. But he agreed, knowing it would be better to face whatever his father wanted
Last Updated : 2024-12-02A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Handling a job and pregnancy would be hard
They moved into the small living room, sinking into the couch together. For a while, they talked about her charity work, his job prospects, and the challenges they both faced. And then, there was a quiet pause, a shared look, and they both leaned in, letting their lips meet in a gentle kiss that deepened, filled with an urgency and longing that had been building up in their time apart.As they made their way to his room, their connection felt more intense than ever, a refuge from the world’s demands and pressures. Their moments together were intimate and raw, filled with a quiet passion that lingered even after the embrace softened, and they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms.In the silence that followed, Marcus turned to her, his expression serious yet tender. “Rachel,” he began, reaching for her hand. “I know I don’t have much right now, but I want to work hard. I’ll do whatever it takes to get to a place where I’m worthy in your father’s eyes. I want him to see that I’m so
Last Updated : 2024-12-02A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH A distraction from myself
Thomas shook his head, a hint of sympathy mixed with irritation. “Look, I get it, and I know you haven’t been here that long, but we run a busy establishment, and we can’t afford any distractions or complications. And pregnancy, especially as it progresses, comes with risks, for you and for us. You’re not incompetent, but this is a liability we can’t overlook.”Blaire’s throat tightened, but she forced herself to remain calm. “I understand, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes. I’ll work as hard as I can. I won’t let it affect my performance.”Thomas looked at her for a moment, his expression softening slightly. “I appreciate your commitment, but I also have a business to run. So, here’s what we’ll do. I’m giving you two months. That should give you enough time to find another job. After that, I can’t keep you on, Blaire. I don’t want to have you here when you’re visibly pregnant and unable to handle the physical demands of the job.”Blaire nodded, feeling a pang of despair but gra
Last Updated : 2024-12-02A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Swirling happiness.
Gina overseas, in her world of high-paced work, deadlines, and endless meetings. She had built a reputation for herself as an accomplished event planner, handling everything from high-profile charity galas to exclusive social gatherings. But lately, things had been particularly stressful, with clients making impossible demands and a major project on the verge of falling through. As she hung up the phone after yet another frustrating call, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of exhaustion.That evening, in desperate need of a break, Gina received a text from her friend Carly, inviting her out for drinks. Grateful for the distraction, she quickly changed into an elegant, chic outfit and headed to the city’s trendiest rooftop lounge.The night air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses as Gina joined her circle of friends. They welcomed her warmly, eager to catch up on her life and hear all about her upcoming engagement to Damien Smith.As they settled into their seats, Gin
Last Updated : 2024-12-02A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Where is the friendship headed?
The next day, Damien decides to follow through with his idea of offering Blaire a job to help her out financially. He calls her and casually suggests they take a walk through the nearby park, and though Blaire is surprised by the invitation, she agrees.They start out on a lighthearted note, strolling through the park under a canopy of autumn leaves. Damien brings up the job offer as they walk, explaining that she could work for him, doing light tasks while allowing her to rest when needed. “It’s a good way to keep you occupied without… well, you know, exhausting yourself,” he says, trying to sound indifferent.Blaire feels her pride flare up. “So, you think I can’t handle a real job?” she snaps, though part of her knows he’s trying to help.Damien shrugs, keeping his tone even. “I’m just saying that if you need help, you should take it instead of pushing everyone away.”They walk in tense silence for a few moments before Damien suddenly turns to her, his expression colder than before
Last Updated : 2024-12-02A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Could everything happening be a game?
Damien walks into the upscale restaurant, his thoughts still swirling with the events of the past few days. He sits at a quiet table, scanning the menu, but his mind keeps drifting to Blaire. He takes out his phone and starts sending her a barrage of messages—one after another. He can't help but enjoy the control he has over her emotions, watching her stress as his messages keep pinging her phone. It feels almost like a game to him, one that makes him feel powerful in a way he didn’t expect.He waits for her to respond, but when she doesn't, Damien can't help but feel a twinge of irritation. Why is she ignoring me? he thinks, before deciding to take it a step further. With a smirk, he orders his meal and then, with a sudden impulse, texts her again, this time inviting her to join him for breakfast. To his delight, the reply comes quickly.“I can’t,” Blaire responds. “It's against my work ethics.”Damien smirks, enjoying how she tries to hold on to her professionalism. He’s not about t
Last Updated : 2024-12-02A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Blaire may not be as bad as I thought.
Eric’s voice faded in the background as Damien stood there, lost in his thoughts. For a moment, he allowed himself to wonder why he couldn’t shake the image of Blaire from his mind. She wasn’t the first woman he’d met who had a troubled past. He had been around enough people with their own baggage, he was used to the stories, the drama, the complications. So why did it feel different with her?And then, like a sudden realisation, there was a strange sense of relief when Eric had talked about the woman who had ruined his life. For a brief moment, Damien had thought it might be Blaire, but now that he knew it wasn’t, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. It wasn’t her. He didn’t have to worry about getting too close. He could still keep his distance.But why did that relief feel wrong?Damien stood up, excusing himself from Eric's office. The conversation had reached a natural pause, but his mind was still spinning. As he walked out into the cool night air, he couldn’t help but wond
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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
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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
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
