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The grand Blackwood mansion was cloaked in silence when Damion stepped inside, the weight of his frustration pressing against his shoulders.He shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the nearest chair before loosening his tie with a sharp tug. His jaw was clenched so tight it ached, and his chest burned with an unfamiliar, unwelcome emotion.Jealousy.He ran a hand through his messy hair before grabbing his phone and dialing Lucas.The call rang twice before Lucas answered, his voice irritatingly casual. “Damion.”“Did you get home?” Damion asked, pacing toward the window, his gaze dark as he stared into the night.“Yes.”Damion inhaled sharply. “And Carmela?”“She’s fine.” There was a pause. “She’s in her room.”The words sent a sharp, burning sensation through Damion’s veins. Her room?He knew Lucas said he wouldn’t do anything inappropriate, but that didn’t change the fact that Carmela was living under another man’s roof—his best friend’s roof.Without another word, Damion e
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Carmela spent the rest of the morning avoiding Damion. Every time she stepped out of her office, she checked the hallways, made sure she took different routes to the cafeteria, and even refused to take the elevator again. She wasn’t ready to face him—not after what had happened in there.She had kissed him.No, she corrected herself. He kissed me.And she had kissed him back.Her fingers unconsciously brushed against her lips as she remembered the heat of his mouth, the way his grip had tightened around her waist as if he had been desperate to feel her closer.But she had shut him down.Carmela smirked to herself. That should teach him not to mess with me.Still, the memory made her stomach tighten, and she hated that she could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin.Later That AfternoonCarmela was reviewing some documents in the employee lounge when the door opened, and a hush fell over the room.She didn’t need to look up to know why.The tension in the air shifted, becoming
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The air was thick with tension as Damion’s car sped through the dark streets, his grip on the steering wheel tightening with every passing second. The call from his security team had been brief but chilling—his grandmother’s hideout had been attacked.Ms. Margaret Blackwood was already in her early nineties and almost throughout her life she had been always been kept hidden because of the threat that lurked around their family. His heart pounded violently in his chest, but his face remained cold, impassive. He couldn’t afford to let his emotions show. Not now. Not ever.As the car pulled up to the secluded house, the sight that greeted him made his blood turn to ice.Blue and red lights flashed against the old brick walls, police officers moving around the perimeter. The front door hung loosely from its hinges, evidence of forced entry. The entire scene reeked of violence.Damion stepped out, adjusting his suit jacket before striding forward. His assistant, Leonard, was already there
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Carmela’s heart pounded as she stared at Damion, his hand still firm on her waist. The loud bass of the music vibrated through the air, but all she could focus on was the storm brewing in his gray eyes.Without hesitation, she pushed his hands off her, stepping back with a glare. “What the hell are you doing here?”Damion smirked, his head tilting slightly. “Isn’t it obvious?”“No, it’s not,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “And why were you grabbing me?”His gaze flickered down to her waist before meeting her eyes again. “You looked lost.”Carmela scoffed. “I was not lost. And that doesn’t answer my question.”Damion leaned in slightly, his voice low. “A better question would be—aren’t you happy to see me?”She let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “Not even remotely.”Without waiting for a response, she turned toward the bar and grabbed the drink the bartender had just placed in front of her. Before she could take a sip, Damion’s hand shot out, stopping her.His grip was gentle b
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The mansion was eerily quiet after Leonard left, leaving Damion standing in the dimly lit bedroom, watching over the woman sleeping soundly in his bed.Carmela’s face was peaceful, her chest rising and falling with each steady breath. The only indication of her earlier ordeal was the slight furrow in her brows, as if even in sleep, she was uneasy.Damion exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. Tonight had shaken him more than he cared to admit. Someone had drugged her drink. Someone had targeted her.And it made his blood boil.But before he could process anything further, Carmela stirred.Her lashes fluttered as she shifted, her breathing turning uneven. Then, without warning, she jolted up, her hand flying to her mouth.Damion immediately tensed.Carmela barely registered where she was before she stumbled off the bed, rushing toward the bathroom.It took Damion less than a second to react. He was already behind her, following as she pushed the bathroom door open and dropped t
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Carmela slammed the bathroom door shut behind her, pressing her back against it as she tried to calm her racing heart.Her face was burning, and her fingers still tingled from touching Damion’s skin.She groaned, covering her face with both hands. What the hell was I thinking?She had woken up beside him. In his bed.And she had been touching his face like some love-struck fool.The worst part? He caught her.His teasing voice still rang in her ears. Enjoying the view?Carmela clenched her fists. “I swear I’ll kill him,” she muttered to herself, though she knew full well that she was more embarrassed than angry.Taking a deep breath, she turned toward the sink, splashing cold water on her face.Focus.She wasn’t supposed to be here. She wasn’t supposed to still be in this house.And yet, she had fallen asleep in his bed, again.How did things keep spiraling out of her control?A soft knock on the door made her tense.“Are you planning to stay in there forever?” Damion’s amused voice d
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Carmela sat on the edge of the bed, gripping her phone tightly. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the message.Come get me.She hesitated, glancing toward the bedroom door. Damion had made it clear—she wasn’t allowed to leave. But she wasn’t his prisoner. She wouldn’t be.Before she could second-guess herself, she hit send.A moment later, the screen lit up.Lucas: On my way. Stay where you are.Relief flooded her.She quickly grabbed a hoodie from the closet and slipped it over her head. If she could just sneak out before anyone noticed—A knock at the door made her freeze.“Carmela.” Damion’s deep voice sent a shiver down her spine.She turned, swallowing hard. “What?”There was a pause before he spoke again. “I’ll be out for a few hours. Stay inside.”Her fingers curled into fists. “You don’t control me, Damion.”Silence. Then, in a lower voice, he said, “Don’t do anything stupid.”Her pulse spiked. Did he know?The sound of his foo
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Carmela stood frozen by the window, her breath shallow as she watched the two men below.Damion. Lucas.Both waiting. Both watching.And both expecting her to choose.Her heart pounded against her ribs as her fingers gripped the windowsill.Lucas had come for her. He had answered her text without hesitation. And yet, now that he was here, standing his ground against Damion, a sick feeling churned in her stomach.She had started this.And she had no idea how to end it.Steeling herself, she turned away from the window, inhaling deeply before walking toward the bedroom door.One step at a time.Her legs felt like lead as she descended the grand staircase, her hands balled into fists at her sides.With every step, her mind screamed at her to stop.But her feet kept moving.By the time she reached the front door, her entire body was trembling.She pushed it open.The crisp evening air hit her immediately, cooling the sweat forming on her skin.Lucas and Damion both turned their heads at t
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