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An unexpected encounter
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2025-03-01 02:52:24Damien gritted his teeth as he stepped out of his car, his father’s voice still ringing in his ears.
“You’re a disgrace, Damien. Running around like a common nobody instead of handling your responsibilities. You will marry who I tell you to marry, and you will not embarrass this family.”
The anger pulsed through him, hot and consuming. His father had spent his entire life trying to mold him into the perfect Lancaster heir, but Damien refused to be a puppet. He didn’t want the polished, obedient socialite his father had chosen for him. He wanted to live his life.
His grip tightened around his phone before shoving it into his pocket. He needed a distraction. Something—anything—to shake off the rage crawling beneath his skin.
Without thinking, he pushed open the door to a small diner. The bell above the entrance chimed, the scent of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon wrapping around him. He barely noticed.
Then his eyes landed on her.
Sienna.
The tension in his shoulders loosened as he watched her move behind the counter, completely unaware of his presence. She had her dark brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail, her uniform simple yet somehow still tempting. She looked nothing like the woman he had held in his arms last night, but the way she made his pulse quicken remained the same.
She turned, probably to grab something from the coffee station, when her gaze suddenly met his.
She froze.
Damien smirked.
Tasha, the waitress standing next to her, followed Sienna’s gaze and gasped. “Oh, this just got interesting.”
Sienna swallowed visibly, setting the coffee pot down with more force than necessary. “What are you doing here?”
Damien slid onto a stool at the counter, resting his elbows on the surface. “Having breakfast.”
“In this diner?” she asked, folding her arms.
He tilted his head slightly, his smirk widening. “Is that a problem?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Yes.”
Tasha leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Sienna, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”
Damien glanced at her with mild amusement. “Damien Lancaster.”
Tasha’s jaw dropped. “Lancaster? As in the Lancaster family?”
Sienna kicked her under the counter. “Not important.”
Damien chuckled. “I like her.”
Sienna shot him an irritated look. “What do you really want, Damien?”
His smirk faded slightly, replaced with something unreadable. “To see you again.”
She shifted uncomfortably. “Why?”
Because you make me forget who I am. Because I don’t feel like my father’s puppet when I’m around you.
But he didn’t say that.
Instead, he shrugged. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Tasha let out a dramatic gasp, clutching her chest. “This is better than my favorite soap opera.”
Sienna ignored her. “Well, I’m done. It was one night.”
Damien leaned forward, his deep blue eyes locking onto hers. “You sure about that?”
She inhaled sharply, her grip tightening on the notepad in her hands.
He was pushing her, testing her resolve, and damn it, it was working.
Desperate to end the conversation before she melted under his gaze, she flipped open her notepad and forced her voice to stay steady. “What do you want to eat?”
Damien grinned, sensing her struggle. “Surprise me.”
Sienna turned on her heel, disappearing into the kitchen before he could get another word in.
Tasha smirked at Damien. “You love messing with her, don’t you?”
He leaned back, stretching out comfortably. “More than I should.”
Tasha whistled. “This is gonna be good.”
Damien chuckled, but his gaze remained on the spot where Sienna had disappeared.
Maybe today hadn’t started so badly after all.
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