I didn’t know how long I sat there, staring at the wall after Damien had stormed out of my room, I was still in shock and a part of me wanted him to come back. His reaction wasn’t unusual but it was unexpected and it bothered me more than I wanted to admit it. The way he had clenched his jaw and his eyes had darkened replayed in my head over and over again. Why did I even touch the scar? Why did I ask him about it? I should have known better. Damien wasn’t the type to share, not willingly. And yet, a part of me wanted to know. I wanted to break through the walls he kept around himself and I couldn’t figure out why. A knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts and for a minute, I considered ignoring whoever it was that was there, but something kept telling me that it could be him. I got up from where I was on the bed and walked to open the door and check. Standing on the other side was Damien, just like I had thought. He had an unreadable expression on his face and his lips wer
“Good girl,” he praised. “Come for me. Ride my hand.”His dirty command sent me over the edge. It was more powerful than any orgasm I’ve ever had- maybe because he was being gentle.Gentle hands cupped my cheeks and pushed strands of hair away. When I blinked my eyes open, Damien was leaning over me, his hard body enveloping mine in his warmth.“Come for me, baby.”“Don’t stop,” I whispered but he didn’t listen so he stopped. He pulled away from me and kissed his way up to my lips before finally meeting my lips with his, kissing me with as much fervor as I kissed him. He pulled away from me again, before kissing breasts and gently sucking on one of my nipples. He lapped at it, using his hand to massage the other and I could help the moans that escaped my lips, he stopped before putting his mouth on the second nipple and repeating the same motions. I grabbed onto his neck as he pulled away from me and spread my legs by cupping the back of my knee. My lips parted when the crown of his
Waking up the, next day, I realized that the mansion was quiet- too quiet. It was unsettling. Damien, for all his brooding and commanding presence, had a way of filling the space just by being in it and with the lovely dinner we had last night, I had expected him to come knocking on my door this morning but he didn’t. Maybe he is still asleep?I got up from the bed, stretched my body while letting out a yawn before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get into better clothes. After I was satisfied with how I looked, I walked out of the room, in search of Damien but the house was empty. His absence made me restless. The staff that were cleaning the house didn’t offer any clues, either. When I asked one of the maids where Damien was, she simply said, “Mr. Damien left early this morning, Miss Amanda. He didn’t say when he’d be back.”I tried not to read into it. Damien was a man of many mysteries- maybe this was just another one. But as each hour passed with no sign or text from
“Like I said, it doesn’t matter,” he repeated, his voice softer than before. I stared at him dumb founded and I momentarily forgot how to breathe as my stomach twisted into knots. My emotions were all over the place ahd I tried to control myself. “You are impossible,” I finally said as I shook my head slowly. “And you are annoying,” he replied, but I could see something like regret flicker in his eyes but it was gone as soon as I saw it. I didn’t reply and he didn’t say anything else, making a suffocating and tense silence settle in the room, the weight pressing down on us. Finally, he stopped looking at me and turned to face the desk. “I think it’s best we keep think strictly professional from now on,” he let out in, his voice sounding faraway. “What do you mean?” I asked, clearly confused. “It’s best we remain colleagues. Just that.”“Is this really what you want?” I asked him, my voice shaking even though I tried to be stoic.“That is what’s best. That way we don’t pry into e
“You didn’t hear wrong,” he let out, leaning into his chair and looking me dead in the eyes. “I was not employed to be your servant or errand girl,” I said to him, making sure to keep my voice curt. “I know that’s not what you were employed for,” he let out in a calm voice. “But you’re the only one I fully trust to do this for me.”I let out a bitter laugh. “Trust? That’s something coming from you.”He clenched his jaw, but he didn’t snap. “Amanda, I am your boss. I wasn’t asking you, I am ordering you.”“Why can’t you just go pick up your special guest yourself?” I demanded.“Because I have other matters to attend to,” he said simply.“Convenient,” I shot back.His gaze hardened. “Are you going to go pick them up or not?” I wanted to say no, to storm out and leave him to deal with his guest on his own. But something in his expression- something almost vulnerable- stopped me.“Fine,” I said begrudgingly. “Who is it?”“You will know who it is just by seeing them,” he replied and I r
“That’s… amazing,” I finally managed to say, forcing excitement into my voice even though the words tasted bitter in my mouth. She laughed again, that same mocking edge in her tone. “Isn’t it? Damien and I are meant to be together. We just lost our way for a while.”I didn’t respond. What could I possibly say to that? After a few more agonizing minutes, we finally got to Damien’s mansion. Cloris got down from the car and walked to the door like she was the one who owned the place. She didn’t even wait for me to turn off the engine nor did she make to carry her luggage- not like she needed to anyways, I was the designated maid after all. I walked in behind her and she dropped her bag before she turned to face me. “Is Damien home now?” She asked, looking around the house with a big smile on her face. “I have no idea,” I replied her sincerely. “Last I saw him was at the office.”“Of course you wouldn’t,” she said sarcastically before walking past me. I followed her, the knots in my
A couple of days had passed since I went go pick Cloris up from the airport and my confrontation with Damien. I had been coming to the office, avoiding Damien and any other interaction while trying to get my work done. I was currently at my desk and trying to finish up with the file that was in front of me but I couldn’t seem to concentrate. My mind kept going back to Cloris, the way she dressed and carried herself, the fact that she was the perfect match for Damien and the rude way she had spoken to me. She had been to the office a couple of times since her arrival too and the office had been bubbling with gossips about her and her relationship with Damien. Everyone was gushing over how sophisticated she was and how she was the perfect woman for Damien. Every time I heard those words, I couldn’t help the anger and hurt I felt, every time I look at her, my stomach always tightened into knots. And the fact that Damien hadn’t sent her away? That only made it worse.Everything about t
“How am I supposed to just take your word for it and believe that she’s just your friend, hmm?” I asked, already tired of arguing with him. “You need to believe it because I’m telling you the truth, what would I gain from lying to you?” He said in a soft voice, sounding like he was tired of the whole back and forth. “Amanda, I would never lie to you.”I hesitated, my walls slowly crumbling under his steady gaze. “You really mean that?”He stepped even closer, his hands gently resting on my arms. “I mean it. Cloris and I are just friends. Whatever she’s feeling- that’s on her, not me. And I’m sure she doesn’t have any for me.”I wanted to believe him. I needed to believe him. But the lingering doubt in my heart refused to be silenced.“And what if she tries something?” I asked, my voice barely audible. “Then I’ll make sure I deal with it and put an end to anything that has to do with her,” he replied me, his tone firm and leaving no room for argument. “But, I need you to trust me jus
Walking through the hallway of the firm was weird and I couldn’t still get over the way everyone was looking at me. It seemed that they were both proud of me and in shock that I could truly expose Ryan. Except from the way he had always acted out at the office, they didn’t know of Ryan’s dealings. I was supposed to feel relieved and happy that I had finally gotten rid of the person who put me through so much, the ones who made life miserable and even had the audacity to threaten me and that I had succeeded in my plan but all I felt was emptiness. My heart was aching and my chest tightened while Andrew held on to me as we walked past the gathered employees, they were whispering as usual but I couldn’t care less. I ignored their words and all I wanted to do was get out of there. This was going to be my last time in the firm and I was never going to step into it, so, I might as well deal with their reactions and get it behind me. Each step I took was heavy and the exit felt too far a
“You want to know why, Ryan?”“Yes. I want to,” he replied, his face still red with both anger and embarrassment. “I want to know why you have it out for me when all I ever did was try to befriend you.”I slightly bent my head, a cold smile curling at my lips as I looked at him dead in the eyes. . “Next time, make sure my body completely burns in the fire, Ryan,” I said, my voice steady, almost taunting. “It might save you some trouble.”The room fell silent and I watched him go pale. Realization washed over him and his eyes widened in shock, he looked at me from head to toe, taking in my form. For a moment, I saw him for the pathetic and desperate man that he truly was. One of the board members dialed the number for the police and told them what was happening. He also asked that they got here in time because both Ryan and Cloris had high tendency of trying to run. “How is that even possible?” He asked no on in particular, his eyes still wide. “I made sure-““You were so focused on
I walked out Damein’s office, not sparing him another look as I went in search of Andrew. I prayed silently and hoped that Damien hadn’t seen him, I didn’t want him to be affected by something of my own doing nor did I want him to lose his job because he had decided to help me out. When I was sure that I was out of sight and Dameon couldn’t see me, I pulled the documents I had gathered in his office out of my cloth where I had hidden it, letting out a sigh of relief and thankful that everything was still intact. I turned the corner and searched for Andrew but he was nowhere to be found. I assumed he had left so I made way for the elevator. When I entered into the elevator and as it descended, my mind was still racing with everything that had happened. I was tired and numb and I couldn’t think straight, no matter how much I tired to wrap my mind around what I had found out, it just wasn’t making any sense. The elevator dinged when it got to the ground floor, the door sliding open
Immediately Amanda walked out of my office, I was left alone to my thoughts and the reality of things came crashing down on me. I angrily punched the wall, Les ing a gaping hole in it before I walked out of the office. I had come back to the office because I had left some important files that I needed for a del behind, I had to go through them that night so I had planned to quickly get them and go back home but I was met with something else. Amanda was my best friends daughter. I had been sleeping and messing around with my brother’s daughter. And she?She only came back to use me to get revenge. She had lied to me and deceived me.I had left the office when I was sure she was gone and I headed home, feeling hurt and angry at the same time. I didn’t even know I had gotten home in one piece because I was driving like a mad man, barely escaping hitting cars. Memories of the conversation we had- the way she had confronted me and accused me of killing her father without even getting
“Amanda,” he warned through clenched teeth, his voice low and filled with menace, “do not push me.”His closeness to me sent tingles spreading across my body and my skin burned from where he was holding on to me but, I refused to let my heart win over my brain. I wasn’t going to back down so easily. “Why are you being so defensive over this little thing? It’s just a picture frame,” I said, my voice trembling. “What are you hiding?”“I’m not hiding anything and you have no right to question me,” he replied me, his voice coldly calm. “But, you have crossed a line that I had drawn between us long ago, Amanda. You shouldn’t be here.”His words stung, but I refused to let it show. I pulled my wrist free from his grasp and held the photograph up between us. “Then explain this,” I said, my voice cracking. “Explain why you have a picture of him. Explain why-““Enough!” He snapped, his voice echoing through the empty and silent room. I jumped a little at how loud his voice was, my breath caug
Damien stood in the doorway, eyeing me suspiciously and I just stood there stunned, and unmoving as I felt my heart fall into my stomach. Damien narrowed his eyes at me, staring at me suspiciously. The room was dimly lit and his frame looked frightening as he walked further into the room and made way for me. The air seemed to thicken and I instantly started feeling suffocated. The air on my neck stood and I felt my stomach twist into knots with every step Damien took. Had Andrew not seen him? Had he sent me a text and I was too lost in thought to hear the notification? Where was Andrew now?Different questions I had no nadeers too swirled in my head as he kept getting closer to me. He stopped few inches away from me and his eyes locked on mine, void of any emotion as he finally spoke up. What are you doing here? Why are you in my office, Amanda?” He asked, his voice low and clipped but I could hear the slight irritation in them. I didn’t mind, I missed hearing his voice so much,
But as I was about turning around and walking out of the office, my eyes fell on something.I froze in my tracks, the air suddenly heavier around me. My gaze locked onto the photograph on the shelf, an image that seemed out of place among the neatly arranged books and polished wood. It wasn’t the frame that caught my attention but the two men captured within it.I walked closer to the table and saw that the men looked familiar. Realization dawned on me as it clicked that one of the men in the picture was my father, younger and healthier than I remembered. His usual easy smile looked forced, his arm slung around a man I immediately recognized.Damien.The Damien I knew was hardened, closed off, and brooding. But here, in this picture, he looked different- vulnerable, almost normal. He was smiling as he stared at the camera with a carefree expression on his face. His face carried an innocence I had never seen before, and it unsettled me. What is a picture of my father doing here in Dam
“Let’s make a plan,” I said, turning all my attention to him after I finished sorting through the papers. “What do you suggest we do?” “You already said we should stake out at the office,” he replied me. “You can’t be seen there so how do you think we should go about it?” “Anything we plan has to work, Andrew,” I said, my voice low and firm as I thought about what we could possibly do. Andrew nodded, running his hand through his hair. “It would work, there’s no other option.” I didn’t respond, making the room fall into silence as I thought hard about what could work- something so good that nothing could ruin it. A few minutes passed and a brilliant idea popped up in my head. “This is what we’re going to do,” I finally spoke up, sitting up straighter. “You’re going to act like you have a shitload of work to do and you have no other choice than to stay back at work.” “Hmn,” Andrew said, fully focusing on me. “Go on.” “Okay,” I replied with a nod. “You’ll stay late at the office
Andrew and I went our separate ways, promising to meet each other the next day. I was glad that I now had someone who could help me in my plans by my side, I had thoughts of giving up but Andrew had renewed my determination. The coffee that I had finally left my apartment for had gotten cold, so I just tossed into the trash can and walked back home, feeling a bit better and letting out a sigh as I made my way back. I couldn’t wait for what was to come next nor could I wait to see the look on Ryan’s face when I’m done with him. He had gotten away for too long and soon, her meet his end. Just like her had promised, Andrew showed up at my house the next day and I let him on. We quickly began working on how he would get the documents from the office and copy the ones he could to his laptop. Getting the files was going to be difficult but we were set on accomplishing our mission and didn’t care what it would cost. Over the next few days, we kept meeting up and discussing plans. Andr