"You seem distant," Michael said, his eyes searching mine as we sat together in the quiet of his kitchen, sipping our morning coffee. His voice was gentle but laced with concern.I looked down at the steam rising from my cup, avoiding his gaze. "I’m just... tired," I replied, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. "Work’s been a lot lately."Michael frowned, clearly unconvinced. "Arya, I know you better than that. It’s not just work." He reached across the table, his hand warm as it covered mine. "What’s going on?"I hesitated, the words on the tip of my tongue, ready to spill out. Tell him. Be honest. But my mind flashed back to the elevator, to Damon’s kiss, and my chest tightened with guilt and confusion."I..." I started, then shook my head. "It’s nothing, really." I pulled my hand away, gripping the edge of the table as if it could anchor me. "Maybe I just need a little space to clear my head."Michael's eyes darkened slightly, a flicker of something—disappointment, may
I sat frozen, staring at the door long after it closed behind him. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, left beating somewhere on the other side. The silence in the kitchen was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision as I hugged myself, trying to hold in the sobs threatening to break free. But I couldn’t. The pain was too much, too raw. My shoulders shook as I cried, each tear falling like a piece of the life we had built together.Why did I wait so long to tell him?Why did I let fear control me?The questions circled in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last.I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. I couldn’t just sit here and drown in my own misery. I had to do something. I had to find him.Grabbing my coat from the back of the chair, I wiped my face hastily, though the tears continued to fall. My hands trembled as I fumble
I left Michael and by that time I was on my way home. It was evening time. I wasn’t far from my apartment when I felt it—a presence behind me. My pace quickened instinctively, but the footsteps behind me matched mine, steady and deliberate. I glanced over my shoulder, and my heart sank. Tony. He stepped out from the shadows, his eyes cold and predatory. My pulse quickened, and a wave of fear washed over me. "Tony," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "What are you doing here?" He smirked, a sinister glint in his eyes. "I heard you've been running your mouth about me, Arya. Getting Yasmeen’s family involved... Not a smart move." I took a step back, my mind racing. "Stay away from me." "Now, now," he said, closing the distance between us. "You should've stayed quiet. But you didn’t, did you? You had to ruin everything." Before I could react, he grabbed my arm, his grip bruising. I struggled, trying to pull away, but he was too strong. "Let me go!" I shouted, my vo
Damon's tongue flicked against my clit as I came again. His eyes were glued to mine as he lapped up my juices. We were just having sex a few minutes ago, and then the idea popped into his head to make me cum for him over and over again as he licked and sucked my pussy."How was that?" Damon asked as he kissed my neck. He rolled off the bed and grabbed a cup of water, downing it's contents in a gulp. "It was so fucking good. My legs were shaking," I said as I collected my clothes off the floor."Let me take you out, Arya. My treat, I know you got that promotion the other day.""Damon, don't get ahead of yourself now. This is just casual sex. We don't do dates, remember?" I chuckled, and he smirked. "And that's how I like it, but I can still do nice things for you, Arya. You didn't celebrate your promotion, and that's so fucking lame. I wanted to hit the new club that opened."I raised a brow. "Are you paying for my drinks?" "You know I've got you covered," he winked. "Also, shouldn'
"Arya, is that you?" Michael asked as he walked over to me. I only nodded because I couldn't find the words to even speak to him. But here he was standing in front of me after all this time. “So,” Michael said, leaning back in his chair. “You’re here to negotiate on behalf of the CEO. Impressive.”I clenched my jaw. “Impressive or not, I’m here to get the best deal for my client.”He raised an eyebrow. “Your client? Or for yourself?”I ignored the jab. “Let’s focus on the matter at hand. The merger—”“—is a mistake,” he finished for me. “You know that, Arya. I will not agree to that, no matter how hard Paxell Corp. tries. And you guys have been trying pretty hard.”I bristled. “It’s a strategic move. It makes sense for both companies.”“Or maybe it’s just a way for you to prove yourself,” he said softly. “You've always had the nack for trying to prove yourself.""Funny, that's not how I remember it," I smirked. "You and I both know that's not how it was, Michael. Let's not go into m
"Pleasure to meet you." Michael's cold eyes bore into Damon's as he shook his hand. "What's going on here?" Lana's hand wrapped around Michael's arm as she leaned against him. "Oh! Arya, is this your boyfriend?" She looked surprised, then she narrowed her eyes at me. "Yes, he is." "Maybe we should go on a double date some time." She suggested, and I forced a smile. "Please excuse us," Michael said as he whisked Lana away and disappeared into the crowd. I released a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "Are you okay?" Damon asked, and I shook my head. "Seeing him here, I'm not even sure how to feel. It's been a long time. Plus, he's still with his ex. That says a lot." I frowned, and he cupped my chin. "Hey, they have nothing on you, Arya. You're an amazing woman." Damon kissed my cheek, causing me to smile. I was happy to not bounce into my ex and his girlfriend for the remainder of the evening. I didn't know that the feelings I used to have for Michael would come up and
I screamed into a pillow as Damon chuckled while reading the headlines. “Look at you little miss celebrity,” he mused. “This is all your fault!” I pouted as I threw a pillow at him which he easily caught. “You’ll get used to it don’t worry,” he winked. “Besides they’ll get bored eventually and leave you alone,” “Not if we keep seeing each other,” I frowned. “C’mon it’ll give your ex boyfriend something to think about. He was totally jealous and I’m sure you liked the way it felt.” Yes the thought of Michael being jealous made me feel a certain way. But I wasn’t going to admit that.“I don’t think he was jealous. I think he’s really in love with Lana.” “She doesn’t seem like a nice person,” “No shit.” I rolled my eyes. Damon plopped down on the bed beside me and pinned my hands above my head. “Careful Arya. You better watch that mouth of yours.” He growled as pressed his leg between my legs. A soft moan escaped my lips as he smirked. “I want you to ride me like crazy right
“Put your best foot forward and be sure to make this company a great working environment. I’m still in the process of laying off employees so I implore you to act in a certain manner. I know management around here had some loose ends but I can assure you that I’m perfectly fine with cutting loose ends. Return to work. You all are dismissed.” Michael’s words cut like a knife as his voice was cold and sharp. “Damn, your ex is intense,” Yasmeen muttered and I nodded. “He was always serious about his work. He takes it to heart and he’s very hardworking even though he had everything handed to him.” “Miss Sterling, have you already responded to the foreign investors? How is my schedule looking for the day?” His voice snapped me out of my conversation. “Sir, I didn’t have time to look at it,” I confessed. “Your position is not permanent so I suggest you get on board quickly. Your desk has been relocated to my office. Get to work.” He snapped and I flinched. Why was he talking to me like
I left Michael and by that time I was on my way home. It was evening time. I wasn’t far from my apartment when I felt it—a presence behind me. My pace quickened instinctively, but the footsteps behind me matched mine, steady and deliberate. I glanced over my shoulder, and my heart sank. Tony. He stepped out from the shadows, his eyes cold and predatory. My pulse quickened, and a wave of fear washed over me. "Tony," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "What are you doing here?" He smirked, a sinister glint in his eyes. "I heard you've been running your mouth about me, Arya. Getting Yasmeen’s family involved... Not a smart move." I took a step back, my mind racing. "Stay away from me." "Now, now," he said, closing the distance between us. "You should've stayed quiet. But you didn’t, did you? You had to ruin everything." Before I could react, he grabbed my arm, his grip bruising. I struggled, trying to pull away, but he was too strong. "Let me go!" I shouted, my vo
I sat frozen, staring at the door long after it closed behind him. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, left beating somewhere on the other side. The silence in the kitchen was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision as I hugged myself, trying to hold in the sobs threatening to break free. But I couldn’t. The pain was too much, too raw. My shoulders shook as I cried, each tear falling like a piece of the life we had built together.Why did I wait so long to tell him?Why did I let fear control me?The questions circled in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last.I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. I couldn’t just sit here and drown in my own misery. I had to do something. I had to find him.Grabbing my coat from the back of the chair, I wiped my face hastily, though the tears continued to fall. My hands trembled as I fumble
"You seem distant," Michael said, his eyes searching mine as we sat together in the quiet of his kitchen, sipping our morning coffee. His voice was gentle but laced with concern.I looked down at the steam rising from my cup, avoiding his gaze. "I’m just... tired," I replied, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. "Work’s been a lot lately."Michael frowned, clearly unconvinced. "Arya, I know you better than that. It’s not just work." He reached across the table, his hand warm as it covered mine. "What’s going on?"I hesitated, the words on the tip of my tongue, ready to spill out. Tell him. Be honest. But my mind flashed back to the elevator, to Damon’s kiss, and my chest tightened with guilt and confusion."I..." I started, then shook my head. "It’s nothing, really." I pulled my hand away, gripping the edge of the table as if it could anchor me. "Maybe I just need a little space to clear my head."Michael's eyes darkened slightly, a flicker of something—disappointment, may
I practically ran out of the elevator the second the doors opened, putting as much distance between me and Damon as possible. My heart was still racing, my lips still tingling from his kiss. Why did I kiss him back? The question replayed in my mind over and over as I forced myself to focus on the client meeting.I managed to get through it, delivering the pitch and discussing terms like nothing had happened, but I was on autopilot the entire time. The second it was over, I grabbed my things and headed home, needing to talk to someone—someone who wouldn’t judge me but would help me sort through this emotional chaos.Yasmeen was already lounging on the couch when I got home, a bowl of popcorn in her lap and a reality show playing on TV. She took one look at me and immediately knew something was up.“Oh no,” she said, setting the bowl aside. “What happened?”I dropped my bag and collapsed onto the couch beside her, burying my face in my hands. “You’re not going to believe this.”“Try me,
I pushed his hand off my waist, my breath quick and unsteady. “Get away from me, Damon,” I snapped, my voice trembling with barely contained anger.He didn’t move immediately, just stood there with that same infuriating smirk. “Why are you so worked up, Arya? I’m just—”“Just what?” I cut him off, my voice rising. “Just trying to manipulate me? Just playing your stupid mind games? You waltz back into my life like nothing happened, like you didn’t hurt me, like you didn’t laugh in my face when I told you how I felt!”Damon’s smirk vanished. I took a shaky step back, my fists clenched at my sides, every word pouring out like I had been holding it in for far too long. “You think you can just show up, say a few words, and I’ll fall at your feet again? Well, I won’t. I’m not that girl anymore.”“Arya—” he started, but I didn’t let him finish.“You broke me, Damon!” My voice cracked, and before I could stop myself, tears spilled down my cheeks. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to put
The day started off as ordinary as any other.I adjusted my blazer and smoothed down my skirt as I entered the sleek, glass-walled building just a few blocks from Michael’s company. The client meeting was supposed to be quick—discuss the details, finalize a proposal, and be out in no time. But life had a twisted sense of humor.As I stepped into the lobby, the soft hum of classical music playing through the speakers did little to calm my nerves. I pressed the button for the elevator, checking my phone for any last-minute updates from the client. Nothing. Good. One less thing to stress about.The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the 18th floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand slipped between them, forcing them back open.Of course. Life just couldn’t resist.Damon.My breath hitched as he stepped inside, looking as infuriatingly confident as ever in a perfectly tailored suit, his dark eyes locking onto mine the momen
Michael had been teasing me all day about a surprise, but I never imagined he’d pull off something like this.“Where are we going?” I asked as he held my hand, guiding me into the car. He simply smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. No answer. Just that maddening smirk.After a short drive, we pulled up to a small, private airstrip. My heart skipped. “Michael…” I started, but he shook his head, opening the door for me.“Trust me,” he whispered.A sleek, black helicopter waited for us, its blades slowly spinning. He helped me inside, buckled me in, and within moments, we were airborne. The city lights sparkled beneath us like a sea of stars, and I couldn’t help but gasp at the breathtaking view."Still think I’m predictable?” he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.“Not at all,” I laughed, my heart racing from the adrenaline and… well, from him.We landed atop a skyscraper, the rooftop transformed into an intimate dining space—just for us. A table for two, draped in wh
Michael and I found a moment of quiet in the chaos of our work. We sneaked away, away from the prying eyes and the pressures of our professional lives, finding a secluded spot where we could finally be ourselves. The tension between us had been building for so long, and now, away from everything, we finally had a chance to breathe. His hand brushed against mine as we stepped into the empty office, the door clicking shut behind us. It was only then that I allowed myself to fully look at him, my pulse racing at the sight of his focused expression, and the way his lips curved into a smile when our eyes met. “You’ve been on my mind all day,” he admitted, his voice low as he stepped closer. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his presence overwhelming and magnetic. “Yeah? I’ve been thinking about you too,” I whispered, before I leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was slow, exploratory, but deep, like we both needed to feel each other, to make up for all the time we had spent ap
Michael and I sat down talking about our past when the question about Damon came up."What was he to you?" He asked."We were fuck buddies."Michael’s hand froze midway through, bringing his coffee to his lips. His brows lifted slightly, but his expression remained calm, though I could see the flicker of something—curiosity? Jealousy?—flash in his eyes."Fuck buddies," he repeated, setting his cup down carefully. His voice was neutral, but there was a subtle tension beneath the surface. "And you thought it could be more?"I nodded, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "Yeah. I thought… I don’t know. I thought if I gave it time, maybe things would change between us." I let out a soft sigh, playing with the edge of my sleeve to avoid looking directly at him. "But they didn’t. Damon didn’t want anything more than... that."Michael leaned back, his eyes studying me closely. "And you wanted more.""Yeah," I admitted, biting my lip. "I wanted more. I wanted someone who saw me as more than just—" I