Michael's question caught me off guard, and I paused mid-step, turning to look at him. His expression was unreadable as usual, though there was a slight softness in his tone that wasn’t typical. “Something to eat?” I echoed, as if the words didn’t quite compute. “Yes,” he said simply, sliding his hands into his pockets. “You barely ate at breakfast, and the way you handled yourself today likely drained whatever energy you had left. It's almost 6pm."I hesitated, glancing around. Part of me wanted to retreat to my room and bury my face in a pillow, but another part—the part that couldn’t quite shake the tension from today’s meeting—was tempted by the idea of getting out, if only for a moment. “Are you suggesting we... have dinner together?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow. He gave a small shrug. “Call it whatever you want. Just an offer.” “Fine,” I said finally, letting out a breath. “But only because I could really use a glass of wine.” Michael’s lips twitched into the faintes
I groaned, burying my face in the pillow as the events of last night replayed in my mind like an unwelcome movie.What the hell was I thinking?I rolled over, staring at the ceiling as mortification washed over me. The wine, the conversation, leaning into Michael like that—it all felt like a bad dream, but I knew it wasn’t.“Ugh,” I muttered, covering my face with my hands. Of all the people to get tipsy and emotional around, it had to be him.The knock at the door startled me out of my self-pity. “Arya, it’s almost time for breakfast. Don’t make me come in there,” Michael’s voice called from the other side, calm but unmistakably firm.I froze, my heart skipping a beat. He sounds so normal. Did I imagine everything?“Coming!” I called out, scrambling to get up. My head throbbed slightly, a reminder of the wine I’d indulged in. I quickly threw on a robe, trying to focus on looking composed—even if I didn’t feel it.When I opened the door, Michael stood there, dressed impeccably in a da
The moment we were alone, I spun around to face Damon, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. “Did you plan this shit?” I snapped, my voice low but seething.Damon leaned casually against the wall, his hands in his pockets, looking infuriatingly smug. “Plan what, exactly?” he asked innocently, though the glint in his eyes said otherwise.“Oh, don’t play dumb with me,” I shot back, stepping closer to him. “You knew I’d be here. You knew I was on this trip. And then—” I gestured wildly, my words tumbling out in a frustrated rush. “You introduce me as your girlfriend in front of your dad and your grandpa? What the hell were you thinking?”Damon shrugged, completely unbothered. “I was thinking I saw an opportunity to make things interesting. Besides,” he added, his tone softer but no less infuriating, “it’s not like we haven’t played this game before. You’re already my fake girlfriend back home. What’s the harm in keeping up appearances here?”“The harm?” I echoed, incredulous. “The harm
“Arya,” he finally said, his voice almost too calm. “What the hell was that?”"Damon and I are together. We are dating. He is my boyfriend.""But last night you—" Michael's voice faltered, his brow furrowing in confusion and disbelief as he tried to piece together what was happening. He stepped closer, his tone shifting, tightening with something that felt like frustration and something darker. "You were with me just last night, Arya. What the hell is going on?""Like you said, I was drunk."His voice was low now, almost a growl. "So you’re telling me you’re with him, yet you wanted me last night... What the hell do you want from me, Arya?" I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. There was so much I wanted to say, but the words felt stuck, caught between guilt and frustration."I don’t know what I want," I finally admitted, feeling vulnerable. "Maybe I never did. I thought... maybe I could control it. But I can’t. And now, I’ve got everyone pulling me in different directions
I didn't see much of Michael for the rest of the day we were supposed to depart. He was avoiding me. He only sent a text saying that he was busy and that we should meet at the airport in two hours. Damon was planning on leaving later than us.I spent the afternoon packing my things, my mind racing with thoughts of Michael. His avoidance wasn’t surprising, but it left an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. After everything that had happened between us—professionally and otherwise—I couldn't blame him for keeping his distance, but I also couldn’t shake the nagging guilt that lingered.Damon, on the other hand, was as relaxed as ever. He lounged on the sofa, scrolling through his phone while casually throwing in comments about how he’d miss me. "So, you’re heading off with lover boy and leaving me behind," he teased, his tone light but his eyes sharp as they flicked to mine. "I told you, it’s strictly work," I said, slipping the last of my things into my suitcase. Damon ch
As we stepped off the plane and made our way into the terminal, I spotted her almost immediately—Lana, standing near the arrivals gate, looking as flawless as ever. Her bright smile grew wider when her eyes landed on Michael. She waved, her perfectly manicured fingers fluttering in the air like a beacon.I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling incredibly out of place. Of course, she would be here. Waiting. Always conveniently present when Michael and I had just spent more time together than I cared to admit.“Michael!” she called out, her voice saccharine sweet as she approached us. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek. “I missed you,” she cooed.Michael gave her a tight smile, his usual stoicism firmly in place. “Hey, Lana,” he said, his tone devoid of warmth.I shifted uncomfortably, clutching the strap of my bag as I tried to blend into the background. This wasn’t a scene I wanted any part of, but there was no easy escape.Lana’s eyes dart
Yasmeen's hands tightened on the steering wheel, her eyes wide as I recounted everything—France, the tension with Michael, the surprise appearance of Damon at the meeting, and finally, the icy silence from Michael during the flight and Lana’s smug taunts at the airport.When I finished, she let out a dramatic gasp, her jaw dropping. “Arya! Are you serious right now? This is straight out of a telenovela! Michael, Damon, and now Lana? Girl, how do you even breathe in all this chaos?”I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “I don’t know, Yas. I feel like I’m suffocating. Nothing about this makes sense anymore. Michael is furious, Damon is… well, Damon, and Lana—ugh, don’t even get me started on her.”Yasmeen shook her head, disbelief written all over her face. “Okay, first of all, Michael has no right to be mad. He’s got Lana glued to his side like some annoying sticker he can’t peel off. And Damon? Well, you know what he’s like—hot, infuriating, and impossible to figure out.”I let
Before I knew it, it was time for the gala. Yas was helping me get dressed. Yasmeen was a whirlwind of energy, running around my room as I stood in front of the mirror, trying to calm my nerves. She was tugging at the straps of my dress, adjusting the fabric, and muttering about my hair while I stared at myself, unsure of what I was seeing.“Girl, you’re going to knock them dead tonight,” she said with a grin, stepping back to survey her handiwork. She had me in a deep red, floor-length gown that clung to my curves and accentuated every inch of my body. My hair was swept into soft waves, and my makeup was flawless, as always, though I felt a little exposed. As Yasmeen handed me my clutch, I took one last look in the mirror, adjusting the strap of my dress and trying to steady my breathing. I felt like I was about to step onto a stage, but I pushed the nerves aside. Tonight was about me.“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Yasmeen asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she ga
"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
The morning sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room. The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, mingling with the sizzling sound of eggs cooking on the stove. I stood by the counter, watching Michael move with effortless ease, his bare torso on full display, every muscle flexing as he worked."You're really going all out this morning," I teased, sipping my coffee as my eyes lingered on him.He glanced over his shoulder, a wicked grin curling his lips. "Gotta keep you fed after last night." His voice was low, smooth, but there was a familiar heat simmering beneath the playful tone.I set my cup down, stepping closer. My fingers trailed across his back, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin. He shivered under my touch, the tension in his body shifting from relaxed to something much more primal."You know," I murmured, pressing myself against him, "I think I'd rather have you for breakfast."Michael chuckled, setting the spatula d
I wrapped my lips around his length, my tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper. His breath hitched, and a low groan escaped his lips as my head began to bob steadily, setting a slow, teasing rhythm.Michael's hand tangled in my hair, guiding me with a firm but gentle grip. "Fuck," he growled, his voice strained with barely controlled restraint. "Just like that…"I glanced up through my lashes, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, filled with desire and something more—something primal. The sight of him watching me, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation, sent a surge of heat through me.I took him deeper, the head of his cock brushing against the back of my throat. He let out a sharp hiss, his hips twitching forward, but I pulled back slightly, teasing him with shallow strokes, my lips gliding over his length."You’re going to drive me crazy," he groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. His other hand gripped the edge of the bed, knuckles white as he fought f