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A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH The Engagement party
Back at her apartment, Blaire busied herself with small tasks, trying to ignore the nagging thought that Damien might still show up. As evening fell, her phone buzzed again.It was Damien."Yes?" she answered, trying to sound indifferent."Are you free for dinner?" he asked, his voice smooth and persuasive.Blaire hesitated. "Damien, I’m not sure""It’s not a date," he interrupted, a trace of amusement in his tone. "Just a meal. You’ve had a long day, and you need to eat properly."Blaire sighed. "Fine. But don’t make this a habit."Dinner was at a quiet restaurant tucked away from the city’s hustle. Damien had chosen it deliberately, wanting to avoid the prying eyes of the public.As they sat across from each other, the air between them felt lighter, almost casual. Damien asked about her plans for the baby, and Blair found herself opening up more than she expected."I just want to give my child the kind of stability I never had," she admitted, her voice soft.Damien nodded, his expre
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Betrayed
Back inside, Gina was the center of attention, her laughter ringing out as she mingled with guests. She noticed Damien’s absence but brushed it off. This was her night, and she wasn’t going to let anything ruin it. As the party began to wind down, Mr. Harold Smith took Damien aside. “Well done tonight,” he said, clapping a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Thanks,” Damien replied, his voice devoid of enthusiasm. Harold frowned. “Damien, this is bigger than you. The Smith and Wright families—this is legacy. Don’t lose sight of that.” “I haven’t,” Damien said, though the weight of his father’s expectations pressed heavier than ever. Meanwhile, Blaire sat in her apartment, her hands resting on her growing belly. She hadn’t seen any news about the engagement party. She kept thinking about Damien and she shook her head, chastising herself. “Get it together, Blaire,” she muttered. “He’s not your concern.” Yet, deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that their story wasn’t over.
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Moving forward from Damien
The morning sunlight streamed softly through the curtains as Blaire stirred awake. Her body felt heavy, weighed down by the emotional storm of the previous night. She sat up slowly, her eyes puffy from crying, and swung her legs off the bed. With a deep breath, she braced herself for the day ahead, though her heart still ached.When she made her way to the living room, the sound of children’s laughter greeted her. Maria’s kids were playing on the floor with toy cars, their innocent giggles a sharp contrast to the chaos in Blaire’s mind. Her mother sat nearby, knitting quietly, her eyes lifting immediately when Blaire entered the room.“Sweetheart,” Mrs. Taylor said gently, putting down her knitting. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”Blaire gave a small shrug as she sat on the couch, her pale face drawn and quiet. She stared absently at the children, their joy somehow both soothing and painful.The smell of food wafted in from the kitchen, and Maria poked her head around the corner
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Wrong turn
Gina sat on the pristine white couch in the Smith family mansion, her perfectly manicured nails tapping impatiently against the armrest. She was draped in a silk robe, a cup of untouched herbal tea on the table in front of her. Across from her sat Jigme, her wedding planner, an unflappable man with a sharp eye for detail and an uncanny ability to turn chaos into elegance.“Gina, darling,” Jigme began, flipping through a thick leather-bound planner. “We’ve been over this. A winter wedding in the Alps would be the epitome of sophistication. Imagine it: white roses, snow-capped mountains, Damien in a tailored suit. It’s perfect.”Gina tilted her head, considering. “It does sound enchanting,” she admitted, her lips curling into a small smile. “But the guest list is becoming an issue. The press won’t stop pestering us for details, and Damien refuses to approve half the invitations I’ve sent his way. It’s like he’s not even interested.”Jigme raised an eyebrow but kept his tone neutral. “Me
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH The lost Friendship yearned
The tension crackled between them, drawing the attention of a few passersby. Damien clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to snap back. Instead, he stepped away from her and approached the vendor, who greeted him with a wide smile.“I’ll take two skewers,” Damien said, handing over a bill. He turned to Gina, holding one out to her. “You should try it. You might like it.”Gina stared at the skewer as if it were a foreign object. “Absolutely not. If you want to lower yourself to this level, that’s on you, but don’t expect me to join you.”Damien shrugged and took a bite, savoring the smoky flavor. For a brief moment, he felt a sense of freedom, a connection to a simpler life he hadn’t realized he missed so much.Gina, meanwhile, stood rigid, her face a mask of anger and embarrassment. “I can’t believe you’d do this, Damien. It’s humiliating.”“No, Gina,” Damien said, his voice calm but firm. “What’s humiliating is thinking that something as trivial as street food could ruin your image. I
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH How can she be flirting with another?
Damien sat in his study, swirling a glass of whiskey as memories of Blaire’s reaction at the engagement party replayed in his mind. Her anger, her piercing words—they were etched into his thoughts. He tried to shake it off, but the more he thought about it, the more her emotions intrigued him."Why was she so furious?" he muttered to himself. A sly smile tugged at his lips. “Could it be that she actually cares?”He set the glass down, his mind spinning with possibilities. Blaire’s fiery response had left him curious and, deep down, a little hopeful. The idea of seeing her again crept into his thoughts, persistent and unrelenting."Maybe I should check on her," Damien thought aloud. The fight had been days ago, and he hadn’t seen her since. Before he could overthink it, he grabbed his car keys and headed out.When Damien arrived at Blaire’s modest home, he hesitated for a moment outside the door. The faint sound of laughter drifted through the window, and he felt a pang of something he
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Resilient
Mr. Harold Smith stood tall, his figure casting a commanding presence over the garden path as he strolled beside Gina. The air was crisp, the sprawling Smith mansion behind them glowing under the warm hues of the setting sun.Harold clasped his hands behind his back, his sharp eyes taking in the meticulously manicured grounds. “You know, Gina,” he began, his tone measured but tinged with satisfaction, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. The union of our families is a milestone, not just for us, but for the legacy of the Smith name.”Gina glanced up at him, her smile practised yet sincere. She had spent years perfecting her composure around the formidable Mr. Harold Smith. Today, however, she felt a genuine sense of pride. “It’s a dream come true, Mr. Smith,” she replied warmly. “The Wrights and the Smiths have always shared similar values. This partnership—both personal and business—is a perfect alignment.”Harold nodded approvingly. “Precisely. You and Damien make an excel
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH Truly lost
Blaire blinked, her cheeks flushing. “Jealousy? That’s ridiculous. Damien has no reason to be jealous.”Her mother, who had been silently observing the exchange from the dining table, chuckled softly. “Maria might be onto something, sweetheart. The way he looked at Fred… it wasn’t exactly friendly.”Blaire sighed, shaking her head. “You’re both reading too much into it. Damien and I aren’t—” She stopped herself, suddenly unsure of what to say.Maria leaned closer, her grin widening. “Aren’t what? Together? I know that. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have feelings for you.”“Feelings?” Blaire let out a dry laugh, though it sounded forced even to her ears. “Damien doesn’t have feelings for me. If anything, he’s probably regretting ever getting involved in my mess.”Maria tilted her head. “Is that what you think, or is that what you want to believe?”The room fell silent for a moment, save for the faint sound of the television in the background. Blaire stared at her hands, her mind swi
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
