Chapter 12

After confirming the time Andrew would pick me up, I bid him farewell and made me way home. Once I got into my apartment, I stripped from my office wear and soaked in the bath tub, allowing myself relax and washing away all the tired of the busy day.

Andrew was going to arrive soon so I started looking for a dress to wear. My eyes landed on a black dress Jay had gotten fit me and I just knew it was the perfect outfit for the party.

I quickly fixed my hair and did a light makeup before getting into the dress. It was a beautiful, silky dress that hugged every curves of my body. The bold neckline left just enough room for the imagination without being excessive. I twisted slightly to appreciate the way the silk shimmered in the light as I gazed at myself in the mirror. I was looked amazing and I knew it.

I quickly grabbed my things and put it in my purse and waited for a text from my date. Few minutes later, a notification popped up on my phone, it was Andrew telling me he was almost at my place so I got up and excited the building. But as Andrew’s car pulled up in front of my building, I wished I could muster some excitement. He got out of the car, looking tall and sexy in the black suit that he was wearing. He was a nice and handsome man- the type women would drool over.

But not me.

Not anymore.

I forced a smile as he opened the door for me. “You looking amazing tonight, Amanda,” he complimented as his eyes raked over my body.

“Thank you,” I replied him as I sat down comfortably in the car. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

The drive to the company’s dinner party was filled with polite conversation. Talking to Andrew was easy and our conversation flowed smoothly but I kept catching my thoughts wandering away to something… someone else.

When we got to the venue, Andrew got out of the car before coming over to my side and helping me get out before walked hand in hand to the dinner party.

The first thing my eyes landed on was Damien and I momentarily forgot how to breathe. He was holding a glass of champagne in his hand and he was dressed in a gray suit that cling to him like it was his second skin. His white shirt was unbuttoned and I could see his chiseled chest, making me itch to run my hands over it. His hair was style perfectly but the cold look on his face was enough to snap me out of my thoughts.

I swallowed hard, trying to focus on Andrew beside me, but my eyes betrayed me, locking onto Damien’s.

His raked over my body, assessing me from head to toe and my skin burned under the intensity of his gaze. His eyes left my body and flickered to Andrew making him clench his jaw and frown.

I quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.

Andrew introduced me to some of our colleagues that I didn’t know and the night passed by on a blur. For most of it, I was just having small talks here and there, smiling while acting interested in the conversation as well. As much as I tried not to be bothered, I could feel Damien’s eyes on me but whenever I turned around, he was either were to be found or engaged in a conversation. I pushed my worries aside and tired to enjoy the party but I just couldn’t because I had something to do and I was wasting time.

Finally, I saw my chance. Everyone that was talking to me were now engaged in a different conversation or dancing. Andrew had excused himself and gone to make a call, so I slipped away from the people I was standing with and made my way out of the room, heading for the stairs that led upstairs.

I needed answers, and this was the perfect opportunity to search without prying eyes.

But I got lost and ended up in the wrong place when I turned a corner.

I froze in place, my breathe catching in my theory and my blood ran cold.

Damien was standing by the sink in the restroom, his toe was undone and his sleeves were rolled up. His eyes met mine and both of us stood there, unmoving as we stared at each other.

“Why are you looking for?” He asked in a low and cold voice.

“I- I ca-me,” I stuttered as I stepped back, trying to get away from him. “I made a mistake and took a wrong turn. I’ll just…”

Before I could finish my sentence, he walked to me and stood in front of me while he rested his hand against the door, blocking my exit.

“You didn’t answer the way question I asked you,” he stated as he narrowed his eyes at me. “What are you here and what are you looking for?”

I tired to breathe properly and stop the shaking of my hands so he wouldn’t see how much effect he had on me. “Like I said. I took a wrong turn. So, please if you’d excuse-“

I didn’t get to finish my sentence before he took my hand and pulled me further into the room. He suddenly pushed me against the cold wall and I let out a small gasp of confusion.

“Did you dress like this for him?” Damien demanded, his voice a low growl.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“For Andrew,” he clarified, his eyes blazing with something I couldn’t quite name. “Does he make you feel the way that I make you feel?”

My heart started beating faster and I pushed him away. “This is… it’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” He asked as he moved closer to me again. The heat radiated from his body was pulling me into him but I leaned back into the wall, trying to create a distance between us.

“You’re acting funny,” I said to him with a shaky voice.

“Am I?” He asked, his voice dangerously low. “Does he make you lose control like I make you do, Amanda?”

His words sent a jitter through my body and I hated how much his words affected me. I hated the fact that my body betrayed me every time, reacting and leaning into his touch even when I fought against it.

I looked away from him. “I’m not going to have this conversation with you now or ever,” I said to him, my voice sounded weak and I mentally punched myself.

I tried to walk away from him but he caught my hand before raising one of his hands to my face, forcing me to look at him.

“What exactly have you done to me?” He asked in a low and husky voice. “I can’t seem to get you out of my head. And I know you can’t stop thinking about me too.”

I hated the fact that he was right.

“Fuck,” I cursed in frustration as I finally gave in to my own lust. “If we have sex here, this would be the last time, Damien. If we do this, it’s over. No more of this would be happening.”

His eyes darkened and something dark flashed across his face, for a moment, I thought he was going to disagree and argue it out with me. But in the next moment, he leaned into me and brushed his lips lightly against mine.

“Fine,” he whispered against my lips before pulling me into him and kissing me like he was starving.

I melted in his arms and lifted my hand to his hair, tugging on it lightly as he pressed me against the cold wall. His hands roamed all over my body from from my face to my waist slowly, leaning a burning sensation in its trail.

His hands moved down to the hem of my dress and he bunched it up and around my waist. When his hand finally moved up my thighs and was about to shift my thong to the side, his phone started ringing.

He ignored the ringing and was about to finally tear my panties yet again when the phone ran again and he let out a groan of frustration.

“Damien,” I said breathlessly. “You should check who it is.”

He hesitated for a while before he pulled away from me. He brought out the phone and when he saw whoever it was, his expression became serious.

“Excuse me,” he said before walking away, leaving me a horny mess.