I wake up suddenly.I'm not disoriented, I know exactly where I am. What I don't know is how the fuck I fell asleep. I'm still in Damien's bed, but I'm under the covers. How'd I get here? Did he...? I don't remember, for some reason.No, wait.I remember now.He fucked me twice more, until I begged him to stop. I had to, I couldn't take another orgasm. I practically passed out after my third climax. My cheeks grow hot at the memory. I can't believe I fell asleep. At least it's still dark out. I can't begin to imagine how awkward it would be waking up in the morning. In his bed. Like we're some kind of couple. He didn't even answer my question regarding his feelings towards me. I guess there are none, and he wanted to spare me the humiliation. I wouldn't have taken offense, I'm just in this for the sex. And that name. I keep forgetting that crucial part.It should be my main priority, but all this is distracting me. I don't want a wake-up call from Sebastian, who'll find out soon enoug
I'm starting to feel a bit better.I'm still a little sore, especially when I walk too quickly, but it's manageable. I step out of the elevator and keep my eyes down. I don't want to look at any of the others, and I don't want to draw any attention to myself.I'm a little late, about twenty minutes. I know he hates tardiness, but he isn't going to fire me. I know that for sure. The others, though, might find it suspicious. Who cares, though? They're already judging me, and they've already assumed that I'm fucking Damien. So, let this be the confirmation. I've got better things to worry about.There's the handwritten letter on my desk. I haven't been making copies of it, I'm paranoid about cameras. I snap an occasional picture and send it to Devon, but I don't know if he's working on deciphering them. He hasn't told me anything concerning that, but I keep doing it. It's my life that's in danger now, and I'm going to get out of this mess.Aaron hasn't tried to communicate with me, and I
When Yara walks into his office, he notices the change in Penelope's demeanor. Her mouth settles into a thin, hard line and a crease forms between her brows. Yara seems to notice it as well, but it affects her very little. It's either she doesn't care what Penelope thinks, or she already expected this from her."I'm sorry for being late," Yara says. "I lost track of time."He looks at her for a moment. There's a redness in her cheeks that indicates that she's embarrassed, although he can't possibly understand why. It's normally the other way around. She shouldn't care that she's nearly half an hour late. He knows a lot of women who wouldn't."It's alright," is all he says.The first thing he notices is her walk. He's pretty familiar with it, and it reminds him of how he fucked her last night. His cock twitches. He'd take her again, if Penelope weren't here. The second is that she wore a skirt today. Provocative? Perhaps. But something astounding about Yara is that she isn't intent on
Devon leaves his apartment after taking a long, cold shower. He needed to cool off after the shit morning he had. Everyone's intent on pissing him the fuck off, starting with that piece of shit Sam. He's been busting his balls about the fucking Browns. If someone utters that name to him again, he'll kick that person's teeth out.But he's especially mad at Amelia.Her nonchalance is what's killing him. How could she stay out all night and act normally? He was worried about her, and she didn't even have the decency to give him a genuine apology. He's just trying to correct his mistake and watch over her, but no, she still sees him as the bad guy.Even after he told her what Aaron did.And if she thinks he didn't notice her walking like her pussy was on fire, then she's a fucking idiot. He notices everything. Nothing escapes his attention. He imagines that fuck plunging into her. Did she moan his name? Did she cry out in pleasure? He feels like killing him. Or her. Or both.He can't even
I've been staring at him for ten seconds straight with my mouth partially open. I have to come up with some kind of response, but he caught me completely off guard. This was the last thing I thought he'd say.Live with him?"Damien," I begin, having no idea of what to say. I walk past him and stare outside the window with my arms crossed across my chest. Think. "In all honesty, I don't know what to say to that. We're not in a relationship or anything serious. I have no words." "Say yes," he simply says. "Say you'll come live with me."I turn to look at him. Has he lost his mind or have I? We've had sex twice and he's asking me to move in with him? This isn't normal behavior. We're not in any kind of relationship. Why would he want to move in with me? What have I missed? "I can't do that," I say. "I can't move in with you."My answer seems like the obvious one. It makes no sense for me to move in with this man. I don't even know him. His offer is startling, actually. And considering
I've been trying to call Devon, but I can't reach him. His phone is off, it has been for about three hours. I don't have much time left. Damien's driver will be here at any second to pick me up.After I move in with him, everything is going to change. I still can't believe that I'm packing, that I'm actually going to do this. Not that I have another choice.I can't imagine how living with him will be like. Are we going to act like a couple? I don't know what to expect anymore. Damien Keller is a hard man to read. I feel it in his touch and in his passionate kisses that he wants me, but to go to great lengths to keep me 'safe'? Is that the only reason why he wants me to live with him?I'm scared and excited at the same time. I'm aware of the risks, of how dangerous it's going to be. Everything is about to change and I can feel it. The door to the apartment opens, and I feel it in my bones that it's Devon. Hans wouldn't just barge in. I exit my bedroom and we meet in the corridor. His
Ethan slaps the folded newspaper against the bed. "They're still after Ferreira. Fuck, he got himself in a shit ton of trouble."Theo scoffs, filing her nails. "Better him than us. Right, Day-Day?"Damien looks up, annoyed. Theo is older than him. She should know better. "Stop fucking calling me that."She shrugs. "I used to call you that all the time. Stop being such a grouch. Why'd you even come see me if you can't stop glancing at your watch? What could be more important than spending time with your sister, who almost died in a car crash?"Yara, that's who. By now, Hans has already taken her to the apartment. She'll be confused, of course. He made her an offer that was only partly true. She'll be staying in the apartment, sure, but he isn't going to be staying there with her. He'll make sure the building is protected. After all, he invested in it. He's one of the shareholders. He couldn't protect her where she was. No, that's not entirely true. He's just not willing to fuck her in
I can't take any more of this.I'm sitting on the plush black velvet sofa and chewing my thumbnail. I'm so tense; Damien's taking forever to get here. When Hans said he'd be 'arriving shortly', I didn't think I would have to wait for two hours.We have to resolve this issue once and for all.It's clear that he isn't planning on staying with me. In fact, I think he used that to bait me. I'm not an idiot, and I detest the fact that it took me this long to figure it out. Thinking about it now, all he wants is to have me someplace he can watch, to make sure I don't get close to my 'ex'. Either that or he has more sinister reasons.It made no sense for him to want to move in with me. Absolutely none. I still think he's in love with Yara, but Damien Keller isn't the kind of man to let emotions rule him. He enjoys our sex, maybe that's that. His fascination with keeping me 'safe' or rather, away from Devon, could be because he doesn't want a woman with multiple partners.There's so much that