Chapter 7

I turned to look at the man, offering him a reassuring smile. “You okay?”

He nodded quickly, looking at me like relieved like I had just saved his life.

“My name is Andrew,” he introduced himself and I gave him a curt.

“Amanda.”

“Thank you for handling Becca for me,” he had said, his deep, smooth voice wrapping around me like a warm scarf. “She’s… difficult, but you managed her well.”

I had nodded, keeping my face neutral. “It was nothing.”

But then he’d smiled, the kind of smile that made my stomach flutter despite the walls I’d built around myself. “Still, I appreciate it. Let me make it up to you. How about coffee?”

For a brief moment, I’d hesitated. Accepting coffee with Andrew when I had only just met him wasn’t logical but saying no would have seemed rude- or worse, defensive.

But he wasn’t Damien. He wasn’t older and sexy…

Shit, was i comparing men to Damien now?

Seeing as Andrew waited for a really, I pushed the stupid thoughts away.

I had forced a smile and agreed. “Sure. Coffee sounds fine.”

He nodded and I excused myself from him and made my way to my new office, trying to settle in and get comfortable.

Later that night, after closing from the office, I made my way home. When I got home, I got out of my clothes, took a shower and settled into bed but I couldn’t sleep. Memories of Damien had touched me kept flooding back into my mind.

I didn’t realize when my hand trailed down to the edge of my thong but I didn’t stop. The way he had looked at me sent shivers all over my body and my wetness pooled in my pants. I touched my thong and I could feel my wetness from the thoughts of him, his lips, his eyes, his voice played over and over again.

I even dared to think of the night he had fucked me without any restriction. I pushed my thong aside and started circling my finger over my clit tentatively. My other hand reached for my nipples that were now hard and I rubbed the peaked nubs over and over again as lust overtook me

Fuck.

I was so wet, licking my lips, I plunge my two fingers inside, a moan falling from my lips as my body seizes with pleasure.

I sucked in a breath as more memories flooded into my mind. I was convinced he would be my ruin. But at this moment, it felt like I had walked into paradise.

Just like he had his fingers deep inside of me, like my fingers were now.

I moaned louder, the crescendo building as the image flickered to Damien whipping my pussy and being dominant with me and how he had fingered me before fucking me like his life depended on it while talking dirty to me.

The pleasure builds as I swirled my sopping fingers up to my clit and rubbed the sensitive bud in tight circles. My head kicks back as my spine curves. Panting out breathless moans, I circle my clit faster and harder until I'm nearly chasing the orgasm.

And finally, I tipped over the edge. I moaned loudly, calling out Damien’s name as the orgasm crashed through me quickly and without remorse. It was over and I was finally able to breath properly.

I was exhausted and finally fell asleep but it was with his memories still on my head and feel of the touch of his hands on my body.

The next morning, I woke up and got ready for work with determination to stay away from Damien as much as I could. Being apart from him was doing things to me and being close to him would be worse.

When I got to the office building and stood in front of the elevator waiting for it. When the elevator dinged and the door opened, I froze in place and my blood ran cold.

Ryan.

I forgot out to breathe as I stared at him. He was standing there looking happy and perfect in his perfectly fitted suit, he had a smirk on his face- the same smirk that had haunted me, always appeared in my nightmares. I wanted to claw at him and gouge his eyes out but I held myself back, what I planned to do to him was going to be much worse and losing my cool was not the best thing to do.

“Well?” He spoke up, his voice teasing bit still the same as all those years ago. Nothing about him had changed. Are you going in or not?”

I forced myself to nod, my throat tight. “Yes.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt, and I silently thanked whatever shred of composure I had left.

I didn’t want to tick him off or raise any form of suspicion because he was smart- too fucking smart so I straightened and walked into the elevator, standing beside him. He pressed the button and leaned against the wall to face me as the door closed.

The way he was looking at me sent shivers down my spine, he was looking like an animal that had just found his favorite food.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” he spoke up after a few minutes of silence trying to start a conversation, his voice was cocky and I wanted to roll my eyes. “How long have you been working here?”

I swallowed the knot in my throat, refusing to look at him. “Not long.”

“Ah,” he said, nodding. “It’s a good company. Damien runs a tight ship.”

The mention of Damien’s name sent a fresh wave of unease through me. I kept my expression blank, focusing on the glowing numbers above the door as the elevator ascended. I wanted to get out of there, I couldn’t think of anything else other than crushing the monster that was standing beside me.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Amanda,” I replied through clenched teeth even if I didn’t want to talk to him.

“Nice to meet you Amanda. I’m Ryan.” Ryan tilted his head, studying me. “You seem nervous.”

I shot him a quick glance, my jaw tightening. “I’m not.”

“You sure?” He asked, sounding unconvinced. “You don’t look like you’re fine.”

The elevator dinged again, and I exhaled shakily, relieved when the doors slid open. Ryan stepped out first, and I followed reluctantly. My steps faltered when I saw the direction he was heading.

Damien’s office.

Panic flared inside me, followed closely by a burning hatred. I couldn’t help the anger that surged through me as I watched him walk to the door with confidence, he was acting like he owned the place. I had spent years in rebuilding myself and coming up with the perfect revenge plan for all the damage Ryan had done to me but seeing him in front of me just did something to me.

He paused when he got to the door then turned around to look at me. “See you around, Amanda.”

I didn’t respond, I stead I stared at him blankly and balled my hands into fists so tightly that my knuckles turned white. He turned back to the door and pushed it open before walking inside.

And then I heard it.

“Dad.”

I froze, my mind reeling. Dad? Ryan had called Damien Cladwell Dad?

How didn’t Jay know that the owner of Ryan’s fucking company was his dad?