Mr Steele led her into his apartment and straight to the kitchen. She didn’t know why she hadn’t given an excuse and returned to her office instead. Going into the apartment so soon after yesterday wasn’t a good idea, and it reminded her of the look in his girlfriend’s eyes when she had seen her walking out. The fact that Rebecca Varga hadn’t even said anything to her about her presence here was quite telling. The woman obviously had to put up with a lot from Damian. If all the gossip pages were right about Damian’s social life, having to deal with other women was probably an everyday thing. She could relate to that. She had been in Rebecca’s shoes before.“My housekeeper was here today. She usually makes sure the fridge is stocked for when I stay here,” he said as he opened his fridge. “Make yourself at home.”The kitchen area was huge. There was room for a breakfast bar as well as a dining area to the side, and everything looked so slick and expensive that she felt like she couldn’
Nic was still pondering that statement when she had dinner with Casey later that night.“Of course, he meant it’s a date. I’m right about this,” Casey said as she offered her a glass of wine to go with their simple spaghetti dinner. She held her hand up to stop her pouring.“Just water for me. I still don’t know how I didn’t get fired today; I was still so sloshed.”“It’s because he wants to go on a date,” Casey stated with a grin as she sat opposite her at the dinner table.Casey’s apartment was a whole world away from her own. She earned a good salary as a defence attorney, which usually paid a lot more than the public office. They’d gone into a huge debate about this when Casey had chosen that side of the law, but in the end, they had both decided it was better if they didn’t talk about work.It was right in the city, high up in a building with views of the river. They didn’t see the busy city traffic up here. When she finally got the chance to look, she would probably try to find
Nicole had known better than to check her messages, especially when she still had to go to the stupid party. Even if her colleagues had whispered and laughed as they had been doing the past week, she would have been blissfully unaware of the reason.But now here she was, waiting for Mr Steele to pick her up and feeling equal parts mortified and angry. How dare Andrew make such personal statements about her. She knew why he was doing it, but it didn’t hurt any less. She hadn’t responded to any of the subtle taunts he had made in his interview, so now he had taken them to social media.And that made everything more brutal than before.She looked down at the dress Casey chose for her. Thankfully, there were no corsets involved this time, but it was still not her style. She looked like a prostitute on the hunt for her next customer. Like a desperate woman who would do anything to get laid. Those were Andrew’s insinuations, and the internet had taken that ball and run with it.It hadn't be
She was completely ruining him for other women. How was he supposed to get through the night with her looking like that?He’d expected her to look exactly the same as she had at the last few parties, in the same dress. He’d prepared for that. But here she was, looking like sex on legs in a dress that showed everything.There was something eye-catching from whatever angle he looked at her. The front with the cleavage, the back with that peach-shaped bottom and wide hips. The side showed her flat stomach and the shape of her legs as she walked. He was wrecked. He knew better than to look, but he couldn’t help it.It should be illegal for her to wear clothes like this.“Sir, good evening.”He smiled at another employee even as he mentally cursed him for disturbing his view. “I have another proposal for you—”“It’s a party, James. We’re not here to work. Go and enjoy yourself, and then call Miss Avery on Monday if you want to set an appointment.”“Of course, sir.”The man smiled and left
Damian was huge!She’d never understood why women kept going back to him even after he treated them like shit, but she could feel it for herself now. She was a believer. She had never known a cock could hit every spot at the same time. She was stuffed full. Up against the wall, hanging on to his shoulders for dear life as he repeatedly slammed into her, she felt every single inch of him. She didn’t see his cock, but she could only imagine it was as perfect as the rest of him. It had to be to feel that good. Her lips found his again as he increased his speed, overwhelming her with sensations she had never felt before. He hit the spot every single time without even trying. Her heart pounded against her ribs, and every thrust stole her breath away. Damian’s arms were wrapped around her, taking the brunt as he rammed her into the wall. Like a wild beast, he didn’t slow or show any mercy. He drilled into her. Railed her. Her eyes rolled as fire coursed through her veins, and her body bec
Damian was seething as he watched the taxi pull away. After Nicole had spoken to the driver, he hadn’t even thought of handing her her bag. The address she’d given was not hers. Was she going to her boyfriend’s house? The same man she had spent the night with after she had exposed herself to him? Part of him admitted this was his fault. He should have waited until he had whisked her away. He would have given her the rules first before even touching her. Nicole would have known who she belonged to, at least while he still had use of her.But here he was, standing like a dick outside the hotel, wondering what he had done wrong to make a woman run away from him like that. It was a little bit humbling. Women usually wanted to spend more time with him after, as if they thought sleeping with him meant he would consider something more.He had to admit, though, that incident on the roof was not one of his finer moments. Sex in a public place was something he had never done, considering the
Nic didn’t tell Casey what she did on the rooftop. Casey assumed she was upset about the stuff Andrew said on the internet, which she was. But she was more ashamed of herself right now.She knew what kind of man Damian was. She had never once wanted to be one of the women who ended up in his bed. How many women had she spoken to when they had called the office because Damian stopped taking their calls? How many women had he paraded in the media, even while Rebecca Varga was his official girlfriend? How many times had she watched Damian dismiss their feelings? He was just like Andrew.And the last thing she needed right now was another Andrew. Worse than that, she had now become the source of another woman's pain. "Do you want me to wait for you?"Nic undid her seatbelt and smiled at her best friend. "No, I know you're busy today. I'll make my own way home."And there she would plan her jobless future."Okay," Casey said as she kissed her cheek. "Call me tonight; I should have fini
Nicole kept her head down and her hand on the door handle. The useless keycard was in her other hand. She felt him when he came to stand directly behind her, but she didn’t turn around. Her tears were still threatening to fall. The last thing she wanted was to let him see them two times in a row.Damian’s fingers trailed down her arm and she stiffened. Why was he doing this? Why now? There had never been a hint of this the whole time she worked for him; now, suddenly, his mere presence lit her body on fire.Once he got to her hand, he gently removed the keycard from her fingers and replaced it with a box of some sort.She looked down with a frown, and her heart sank when she realised what he had given her. The morning-after pill. She’d had unprotected sex with her womanising boss and hadn’t even thought of all the implications.“Follow me to the kitchen. I would feel a lot better if you took that right away.”She closed her eyes in shame. She wasn’t going to argue about that. The last
Damian sat on a sofa in the middle of his bedroom, tapping his foot. Why was he nervous? It wasn’t like this was the first time. Music played in the background, and it was his favourite playlist. He bit his lip and groaned. This was taking too long. He’d been instructed to remove all his clothes and wait, and it had already been fifteen minutes. He was famished. Thinking about what was coming made him harder. He’d been hard all fucking day, but he wasn’t going to rush this. He would make sure she enjoyed it, too. He could do that; he wasn’t a teenager who couldn’t control himself. “Are you rea—”“Yes.”He grimaced and bit his lip. That had been too quick and sounded too needy even to his own ears. But it had been months, damn it. What did she expect?And then there she was, dressed in a white sheer gown and nothing else. Absolutely nothing. The light from the bathroom shone behind her so he could see everything through the material. Every curve, the strip of red, curly hair between
Dawn was breaking when Tom finally drove them through the gates of his house. It had been a long night of tests and police statements. Andrew was charged because he was the idiot who had put evidence of an unconscious woman all over the internet, and Nicole was given a clean bill of health. The doctors assured them that the drug Andrew used on Nicole wouldn’t harm the baby.He had never been more grateful than at this moment, with Nicole safe in his arms.To think that he had believed that message to start with. But if he hadn’t gone after her to demand answers, what would have happened?He pushed her hair out of the way and rained little kisses on her face.“We’re home,” he whispered.Nicole’s emerald eyes opened, and she smiled at him as the car stopped. He gently kissed her lips, savouring the feel of them against his briefly before he opened the door and helped her out. “Thank you, Tom,” Nicole smiled as Tom took some bags out of the trunk.Casey had taken his car from Andrew’s h
Damian watched the knife and studied that certain twinkle in that dick’s eyes that told him Andrew had been waiting for this confrontation for a while. He should have ended this man sooner.“Where’s Nicole?”Andrew smirked as he gripped the knife tightly at his side. “It doesn’t matter. Nic’s finished with you. I won,” Andrew laughed. “Run along back to your posh little neighbourhood and leave us the fuck alone.”Damian looked around the hallway for anything he could use as a weapon. The other rooms were dark, but this was a big house in a nice neighbourhood. He could understand why a leech like Andrew wanted to keep a hold of it. It was all about status with him.“Did you hear me?” Andrew snapped.He looked up at the younger man and narrowed his eyes. Was this how he’d been when he was married to Nicole?“You’re off your head if you think that little toy knife is going to keep me away from her,” he said, stepping closer.As he had expected, Andrew took a small step back. He was stil
Damian didn’t know what to think as the traffic through the city slowed him down. Casey said Nicole would never willingly return to that house, but she sent him that message, too. He wanted to believe it was a lie, but Nicole had a habit of running away whenever something happened.She had been alone all day. Maybe Rebecca had contacted her and said some shit. Or other past women. He’d been with a lot of women the past two years while trying to stop lusting after Nicole. Unfortunately, Nicole had spoken to some of them when they tried to reach him at work. Or maybe he really had come on too strong. Was she running scared? “Nicole said you told her you love her.”He looked at the woman who had jumped into his car as he was about to drive away.“I do.”“Bullshit! You don’t even know her,” Casey said.His eyes narrowed on her before he turned his attention back to the road. Was this woman the reason Nicole ran off? “What did you say to her?”“What I say to my best friend is none of yo
Nicole watched her ex-husband put his dinner plate on the table and then pick up a napkin to wipe his mouth. He was acting as if everything was normal. She rubbed her painful shoulder, waiting to see what he would do next. Would he drug her again? Tie her up? How was he planning on keeping her here?“I redid the place how you had it,” Andrew said with a smile. “I couldn’t quite remember everything, but how did I do? The couple who bought it from us stripped it down and changed everything.”She didn’t know how to respond to that. Andrew was talking as if she wasn’t there against her will.“Would you like some pudding?” he asked.She frowned. “Andrew, what are you planning? You know this isn’t a logical solution to what is happening online—”“Would you like some pudding, Nic?” he cut in.He was so calm that ice filled her veins. Andrew had never been this terrifying. She had to play it safe here.“That would be nice. Thank you,” she said politely.“Stay here. I won’t be long,” he said,
For a moment, Nicole thought she was dreaming. She was in her old bedroom, exactly how she decorated it soon after her wedding when she’d been in love with Andrew. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Her vision swirled, and the pastel-coloured wallpaper in front of her blurred. She tried to rub her eyes, but her limbs were too heavy to move. It was only when she forcibly lifted her head that the pain made her wince, and it all came flooding back into her head. That bastard!Her shoulder hurt when she tried to roll off the bed to get on her feet. Andrew had knocked her hard into the wall before he had put something over her nose and mouth. Her struggle had only lasted seconds before her body became weak and heavy. She had flashes of being led to a car and nothing after that. She’d been out cold. Completely vulnerable. With Andrew.Her whole body went cold at the thought of what he could have done to her. It wouldn’t be the first time.Forcing her feet to the floor, she managed to si
Damian put their dinner on the kitchen counter and smiled at the flowers arranged all over the apartment. Buying them felt good even though he hadn’t known which she preferred. He had a whole lifetime to find that out, though.“Nicole?”He pulled his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked towards the bedroom. It had been a long day full of meetings and paperwork, and every task had been tedious because all he had wanted to do was come home to Nicole. His future wife. He was still pinching himself about that. She said yes.He hadn’t even thought that far, but having her in his arms felt so right that it was the only option. But he would propose again the right way. He would do the whole production so they had something to tell their children. It wasn’t like he could say, ‘Yeah, I came so fucking hard, then it popped out of my mouth because I was desperate to have your mum in my life forever.’They were going to grow old together. He smiled again as he opened the door to his bed
Nicole hadn’t left the apartment in five days. This was becoming a habit every time she spent time with Damian. Her cheeks coloured as she walked out of the building, although no one would know what she had been constantly doing the past few days.Damian had been more insatiable than usual, and she liked it. A lot.He had also been very attentive. He’d made her meals, and they had talked a lot—really talked. That was something they hadn’t done before, and that was causing all these doubts to surface now. She didn’t know much about him on such an intimate level.She wanted to be with him, but was she ready to be married again? Was this not happening too quickly? She had dated Andrew for two years before he had popped the question. Her parents had met him before they had passed on, and they had liked him, too. Maybe that was what made her agree to marry him even though she had just turned eighteen. But Andrew had been so perfect in those two years that she had believed it was the forev
Nicole just blurted it out.That wasn’t how she’d wanted to tell him, but as she sat here listening to him speak, her heart got lighter and lighter.But now those words just hung in the air, silencing Damian.“I mean, I haven’t gone to the doctor yet,” she continued, wringing her hands together. “I just took a bunch of tests.”She couldn’t tell what Damian was thinking. Had she just assumed things? Had she jumped the gun? Just because Damian said he had been attracted to her for two years didn’t mean he wanted to have a baby with her. And it didn’t mean he loved her the way she loved him.What the hell had she been thinking? Looking away from him, she picked at the hole in the knee of her favourite pair of jeans. She probably looked desperate, like all the other women who had briefly been part of Damian’s life. How could she have just blurted that out when she had been in charge of turning away a few women who’d claimed the same thing after Damian broke up with them? Another though