Damien’s penthouse was as grand as Amanda had imagined. They walked in after the tense car ride, the silence thick between them.Damien broke it. “This is my house, Amanda. You will stay here for now. Seraphina’s place is pretty small. for y’all both”Amanda’s eyes sparkled, but she kept her tone casual. “Well, if you insist. This place is incredible.”As they showed Amanda to the guest room, she couldn’t help but let a bit of envy slip through. “Wow, must be nice to wake up to this view every day,” she said, gazing out the window. “I guess not everyone can live like this.”Seraphina smiled, trying to ignore the undercurrent in Amanda’s words. “We’re just glad you’re here with us now.”Amanda nodded, her face innocent but her thoughts less so. “Thanks for letting me stay. It’s really generous of you.”Damien smiled. “Make yourself at home.”Amanda glanced around the luxurious room, masking her envy with sarcasm. “Oh, I will. Trust me, I will.”As Seraphina and Damien showed Amanda to
Amanda sat at her desk, the hum of the office around her doing little to soothe her seething frustration. Her fingers hammered the keys with growing impatience, her mind racing with thoughts of how unfair her situation was. “Admin and data entry,” she muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing at the spreadsheet on her screen. “This is ridiculous.”As the hours dragged on, Amanda found it increasingly hard to concentrate on the mundane tasks assigned to her. She glanced around at the other employees, noting how they seemed engrossed in their work. “I didn’t beg for a job just to be treated like this,” she fumed inwardly, feeling the sting of humiliation.The clock ticked slowly toward the end of the workday. Amanda clenched her jaw, struggling with the menial tasks she had been given. Each keystroke felt like a personal affront. “I’m better than this,” she thought, anger bubbling inside her.Finally, unable to contain her frustration any longer, Amanda grabbed her bag and left her
The early morning sun cast a warm glow over the airport terminal. Seraphina stood with Damien, her luggage beside her.“I’m going to miss you so much,” Seraphina said, her voice thick with emotion, wrapping her arms tightly around Damien’s waist.Damien pulled her even closer, resting his chin on top of her head. “I’ll miss you too, babe. It’s just a week. We’ll talk every day, I promise.”She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Promise me you’ll take care of yourself while I’m gone.”“I promise,” Damien replied, brushing a stray hair from her face and cupping her cheek gently. “And you focus on your work. Paris is going to be amazing for you.”“I know, but it’s hard to leave you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She traced the line of his jaw with her fingers, memorizing his features.He kissed her forehead gently. “I love you, honey. You’ve got this. I’ll be right here when you get back.”“I love you too,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to ki
Damien settled into the couch, his mind still occupied with thoughts of Seraphina and the emotional intensity of the past few hours. Amanda, sensing Damien’s need for space after his firm rejection, decided to step back momentarily and reflect on her approach.She retreated to the kitchen, tidying up the breakfast spread she had prepared earlier. As she worked, her thoughts raced, analyzing the interaction with Damien. She knew pushing too hard could jeopardize any chance she had with him, especially with Seraphina’s presence lingering in his mind.Amanda sighed softly, leaning against the kitchen counter. She wanted Damien’s attention and affection, but she realized it wouldn’t come easily. Her mind drifted to Seraphina, wondering how deep Damien’s feelings were for her and how much of a challenge it would be to win him over.After a few moments, Amanda straightened up, determined to regroup and strategize her next move carefully. She couldn’t afford to give up, not when Damien was s
While Amanda busied herself with cooking in the kitchen, she heard the front door open quietly, signaling Damien’s return from his golf outing. She checked the time and realized he was likely upstairs, taking a shower.Upstairs, Damien finished his shower, feeling refreshed after a leisurely afternoon on the golf course. He dried off, dressed in casual attire, and made his way downstairs, unaware of Amanda’s activities in the kitchen.Amanda glanced at the clock nervously as she put the finishing touches on dinner. The delicious aroma filled the kitchen, and she hoped Damien would appreciate the effort she had put into the meal.Moments later, Damien entered the kitchen, his hair still slightly damp from the shower. He greeted Amanda casually, “Hey Amanda, I’m back,” as he noticed the table set with food.Amanda smiled warmly, trying to hide her nerves. “Hey Damien, dinner’s ready,” she replied, motioning towards the meal she had prepared.Damien sat down at the table, picking up his
It’s Monday morning. Amanda woke up early, determined to make an impression. She rushed to the kitchen even before Martha, the maid, could get there and started brewing coffee. She opted for a more revealing outfit—a low-cut blouse and a short skirt—hoping to catch Damien’s attention.Damien came downstairs, still groggy from sleep. He stopped short when he saw Amanda but quickly composed himself.“Morning, Amanda,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.“Good morning, Damien!” Amanda replied cheerfully, flashing a bright smile. “I made coffee. Hope you’re hungry for breakfast too.”“Thanks,” Damien said, sitting at the table. He glanced at the food, then at Amanda. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”“It’s no trouble,” Amanda said with a wave of her hand. She sat down across from him, leaning forward slightly. “I like cooking. And it’s nice to have company.”Damien nodded, taking a sip of coffee. “This is really good,” he said, genuinely impressed. “You’ve got a talent fo
Damien's sleek expensive car rolled smoothly into the driveway of his expansive mansion. It had been a particularly taxing day at the office, filled with endless meetings and tight deadlines.As he stepped out of the car, exhaustion weighed heavy on his shoulders, but a faint smile crossed his face at the thought of finally relaxing at home.Inside, the mansion was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of Martha puttering around in the kitchen.Damien kicked off his shoes and loosened his tie, heading towards the living room where Amanda awaited, an unreadable expression masking her true intentions.Amanda had been meticulously planning her move for weeks now, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Her jealousy towards Seraphina had reached its peak, and she saw Damien as the perfect pawn to disrupt their relationship.With careful precision, she had prepared a drink, intending to slip a potent substance into it that would make Damien unconscious
Amanda hurried down the hall of Damien's fancy mansion, files clutched tight. It had been a whirlwind day, but her mind was stuck on Seraphina and Damien - always Damien. Passing his office, she caught his voice. Pausing, she pretended interest in a nearby painting, straining to hear."Yeah, I'll be at the gala on Friday night," Damien's voice floated through the door, followed by the click of a pen. "It's a big networking thing."Amanda's heart skipped a beat. Friday night. Gala. Big deal. The words echoed in her mind, lighting a spark.Back at her desk, Amanda couldn’t shake what she’d heard. Seraphina always had Damien's attention, and Amanda was sick of it. But the idea came, a plan that could change everything.As she shuffled files, thoughts raced back to the gala. Damien caught in a scandalous moment flashed before her, a way to wreck his perfect thing with Seraphina. The idea solidified as she considered it more.Glancing at her screen, she typed, searching for discreet photog