Blue's POV:I thought I was getting better. I really did. I lay in bed replaying everything, trying to see what happened. I looked to see where everything went wrong. Why my life had to be soo miserable.All these years, Tom stripped away myself layer by layer until even my bones had no trace of my personality. I lost sight of the girl I used to be.The problem was that I wanted to be Loved so badly. I couldn't tell it wasn't love. "You're so much better than that" Damian's words clinged to my heart.I tossed and turned my mind refusing to settle. Every time I closed my eye all I could see was Damian. The way his lips had felt on mine, soft yet insistent, sent shivers down my spine.My body had responded in ways I hadn't expected igniting a warmth that lingered long after the kiss ended. It was just too much to handle.With a frustrated sigh. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My heart racing as I made my way to the kitchen. Water. That's what I needed, I picked a bottle the co
Blue's point of viewThe pulsating lights of the club room created a surreal atmosphere, each color swirling like a dream around us. And there he was, the man who had saved me when I least expected it, looking more captivating than I rememberedHis deep blue eyes held my gaze, his midlength hair casually styled inyo a half up, half down messy that somehow added to his angelic aura."Me?" He asked, confusion flickering across his face as he pointed to himself. I felt a rush of nerves and warmth."I don't remember ever seeing you," he continued his calm demeanor, contrasting sharply with the whirlwind of emotions inside me."I didn't think you would," I replied shyly, my heart racing, "you saved me once." The words tumbled out before I could stop myself. "I just wanted to say thank you; I'm really grateful. It might not have seemed like much to you, but it meant loads to me... I've always wanted to make it up to you, although I know how." My memory flushed with the memory of that terrif
Blue's povAs I sat across from Alex at the exquisite restaurant, the ambience felt suffocating rather than inviting. The soft glow of the chandeliers and the clink of fine china only amplified the sensethat I didn’t belong. I shifted in my seat, acutely aware of the beautiful dresses and tailored suitssurrounding us, while I wore a simple blouse and jeans—an outfit that felt painfully inadequate."I'm sorry," I blurted out, breaking the silence. "For what?" Alex asked, his gaze fixed on me, those warm blue-grey eyes sending butterfliesfluttering in my stomach. "I must seem out of place," I admitted, glancing down at my attire. Thewords tasted bitter on my tongue, a reminder of my insecurities. "I don’t mind really, but if you're uncomfortable, we can—" he began, genuine concern threading through his voice.“No, it’s alright, you know,” I replied, forcing a smile that felt more like a façade than a reflectionof my feelings. I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t buying it. Withou
Damian's pov"Huh,"she uttered. "Touch yourself," i commanded my tone, dripping with a teasing challenge. "You can do that much after pleading for my dick. " I watched her reaction closely, revelling the way her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson. "I haven't done that before," she admitted her innocence palpable and oddly alluring."There's a first time for everything cupcake," I drawling, leaning in slightly as my gaze locked onhers, the reluctance in her nod was almost endearing as she began to strip before slipping afinger over to skirt the hood of her clit, round round lightly at first until her senses tingled.She slipped one finger in to spread the slickness through her folds, gliding inside then slipping out to circle the nob, her other hand worked on her nipple pinching and fumbling with them. She moaned and bit her lips as she raced towards the end. She wanted more, of course her hand alone couldn't satisfy her after she'd tasted my dick. She opened her eyes, my gaze
Blue's povAs I sat at the breakfast table, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Damian. He was so focusedon pouring honey onto Nora's pancakes and I found myself completely mesmerized by him. Despite the dark circles under his eyes, the result of weeks of relentless work, he still looked breathtaking.I had been so blinded by hate for so long that it was only recently that I started to notice how incredibly handsome he truly was. His dark hair was tousled, accentuating his perfectly chiselled jawline. Those almond-shaped hazel eyes of his, framed by long lashes, had an intensity that made my heart race. I felt a strange thrill every time our gazes met, only to quickly look away, embarrassed that I had been staring.How had I never seen it before? There was something magnetic about him that pulledme in, despite my better judgment. As he drizzled honey from the jug, the sticky liquid glistening in the morning light, I felt a rush of heat wash over me. My thoughts spiralled into a ter
Damian's povI stormed into my study, slamming the door behind me, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. I was pissed, though I couldn’t quite pinpoint why. Watching Blue and Alex together had struck a nerve. It wasn’t the first time, but something about their interaction today felt particularly infuriating.I tried to focus on the work in front of me, but my mind kept drifting back to Alex caressing Blue’s face. That fucking slut. Minutes passed, and just as I thought I could drown myself in my tasks, Alex waltzed in with that infuriating, smug expression of his. “Thought you were meant to take a break from work?” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he plopped down on my couch.I shot back, unable to hold back my irritation. “If you have so much time on your hands, why don’t you go look for your mother?” The coldness in my voice was evident but I didn’t care. “Ouch, man, that hurt,” Alex said, stepping closer, that damn smirk still plastered on his face. “So, what ex
Damian's pov I stormed into my study, slamming the door behind me, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. I was pissed, though I couldn’t quite pinpoint why. Watching Blue and Alex together had struck a nerve. It wasn’t the first time, but something about their interaction today felt particularly infuriating. I tried to focus on the work in front of me, but my mind kept drifting back to Alex caressing Blue’s face. That fucking slut. Minutes passed, and just as I thought I could drown myself in my tasks, Alex waltzed in with that infuriating, smug expression of his. “Thought you were meant to take a break from work?” He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he plopped down on my couch. I shot back, unable to hold back my irritation. “If you have so much time on your hands, why don’t you go look for your mother?” The coldness in my voice was evident, but I didn’t care. “Ouch, man, that hurt,” Alex said, stepping closer, that damn smirk still pl
Blue's pov The measuring tape felt cold against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. The designer fussed over details, adjusting fabric here and there, but my mind was elsewhere. I caught Nora's gaze in the mirror behind me, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. "I can't believe you're accompanying Daddy to the anniversary," she said, and I felt a knot tighten. In my stomach. "I can't believe it myself," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I noticed her flinch, and guilt washed over me. I didn’t mean to sound dismissive, but I was so far from myself today. "I didn't mean you're not good enough or anything; you're like the best candidate out of all—" "Thanks," I interrupted, not intending to cut her off, but I struggled to keep my composure. The anxiety clawed at me, making everything feel overwhelming. Nora hesitated, her concern palpable, and I could see the worry etched on her face. It had been too long since I’d hea
Damian's pov As Blue walked toward us, the world around me faded into a blur. Her silk lavender dress hugged her curves perfectly; each step she took sent a wave of desire coursing through my throughmyveins. The way her hips swayed was mesmerizing, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of heat pooling in my core. Her dark hair, artfully styled in a messy updo, framed her face, and soft glam makeup only highlighted the beauty that was already so apparent.She was breathtaking, and the sight of her was too tempting for words. My mind raced with thoughts of running my runningmyhands along her curves, of putting my tongue deep into her cunt and tasting her juices. “You can pick up your jaw already; it fell to the ground,” Nora’s teasing comment jolted me mebackto reality. Nora skipped away, sending us good luck kisses, clearly excited about the first sleepover she was having with her friend.At the event I was struck by how much more impressive she was than I had anticipated. She handle
Blue's povAs I sat in the dressing room, surrounded by professionals buzzing with energy, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment. The anniversary special was already live on the TV screen, and I realized how monumental this event was. It was surreal to think that I—just a nobody—was in the same realm as billionaires, celebrities, and world-renowned influencers. Why was Damian so intent on me being here? I felt like an imposter, dragged into a world that felt far removed from my reality.The makeup artist applied the final touches, and I saw a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Astonished, I stared back at a reflection I hardly recognized. I had never worn makeup before; I’d always preferred the simplicity of my everyday look. But here I was, transformed into someone beautiful—someone I could barely recognize. The way the colors blended and highlighted my features made me feel like a different person entirely.As I approached Damian and Nora, I couldn’t help but notice the
Damian's povAs I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me was a blend of chaos and charm. Nora, my eight-year-old daughter, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach into a cabinet while Blue, the woman who had inexplicably turned my night into utter bliss, was packing a lunchbox. It was amusing to see Nora’s disdain for the task juxtaposed with her enthusiasm for watching Blue Bloods. She claimed it was as satisfying as ASMR, whatever that meant. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the scene. Their interaction was a curious mix of playful bickering and warmth, and I found myself unable to look away from fromBlue.Something about her was different lately—her hair fell lightly around her shoulders, and the way she moved with an ease that belied the tension from last night lingered in my mind. I couldn’t shake memories that took over my thoughts: her body responding to mine, the cries that escape her lips, and the way she looked at me with that mix of trus
3rd point of viewThe sleek Maserati glided through the bustling city streets, its engine purring softly as Nora gazed out the window, her brow furrowed with concern. Beside her, Blue flashed a reassuring smile, though her own expression dimmed as she stared out at the passing scenery. "Daddy seems to be in a terrible mood this week," Nora said, her voice tinged with worry. "It's best if you can avoid him." Blue nodded, her heart heavy with a secret she dared not share.Unbeknownst to Nora, avoiding Damian was a luxury she could not afford. She had become a plaything in his twisted game, a pacifier to ease his anger at night. The past week had been a blur of exhausting, dreadful, and andyet, deep down, exhilarating encounters. Blue's body had grown accustomed to Damian's touch, his lips on her skin, the way he felt inside her. As much as she loathed the roughness and carelessness of his advances, her traitorous mind and body craved more.The sensations were overwhelming, leaving her b
Blue's povI took a deep breath as I stepped into Nora's room, the familiar sounds of the maids bustling around filling the air. "Hi, Nora," I started, my voice quivering with nervousness. But the eight-year-old didn't even bother to spare me a glance. As soon as her hair was done, Nora simply picked up her books and slid them into her bag, completely ignoring me. The chill of Nora's indifference hit me like a fist to the chest. I knew I had messed up by pushing her aside, but I couldn't handle this cold treatment, not from her. Maybe from my family, sure, but from Nora? The girl who had always been so sweet and kind to me, despite her occasionalGrumpiness? It hurt so badly."I'm sorry," I muttered, just as Nora reached for the door. Tears began to spill over without my permission. "I didn't mean to..." I paused, trying to gain back my composure. "Get out," Nora said harshly, and my head jerked up in surprise. But I quickly realized she was was referring to the other helpers, not me.
Damian's povThe city sprawled beneath me, a tapestry of twinkling lights against the velvet black sky. From my luxurious office, I could see the world bustling below, yet all I felt was an oppressive stillness. My fingers drummed against the polished glass desk, the weight of the day pressing on my on myshoulders. I was just about to pour myself a drink when the phone rang, its shrill tone cutting through the silence like a knife. The caller ID flashed her name—Blue. My heart skipped. She never calls. Texts were herlanguage; only breaking the pattern once when she found herself in danger. I answered, half-expecting a plea for help or an urgent message.“Blue—” I began, but her voice interrupted me, sultry and teasing. “Hello, sir,” she drawled, a playful lilt making my pulse quicken. I leaned back in my chair, intrigued and slightly alarmed. “You know I couldn't stop thinking about you, no matter how how much I took in.” Was she having one of her episodes? My mind raced. No, this wa
Blue's povThe café was a cozy little spot, tucked away from the busy streets, with the rich aroma of coffee wafting through the air. I stepped in, scanning the room for Indigo. When I spotted her, my heart sank a little. She looked just as polished as ever, her posture perfectly poised, even if her smile was a little too practiced. “Sorry I’m late,” I said, taking my seat across from her. “It’s okay,” she replied with that polite smile. I could see right through it. I knew her well enough to recognize the façade she wore, a mask she had perfected over the years, thanks to Mom. A wave of frustration washed over me. "Or maybe your very existence," that thought crept in, but I quickly shook it off.This wasn’t the time for that. “Please don’t be mad at Mom about yesterday,” Indigo began, her tone earnest, but it felt rehearsed. “I can’t be mad at what I can’t control,” I shot back, trying to lighten the mood, but the tension was palpable. I couldn’t help but wonder what Mom had said to
Damian's povI walked out of the walk-in closet, fastening my wristwatch. As I shifted slightly, I spotted sprawled on the edge of my bed, her dark hair cascading over the sheets like a waterfall of shadows. The confusion on her face as she stirred awake. It was a sight I had come expect but still found oddly endearing. "Nora's already headed to school. You can sleep in," I said, my voice low and husky, cutting through the morning stillness. The way she shuddered at the sound made something stir within me.The tension from the night before hung in the air, and I wondered how she would react this thistime. "I'm sorry," she stammered, sitting up abruptly. The panic in her eyes was familiar; it wasn’t the first time she had woken in my room. While I found amusement in her embarrassment, this time around it did nothing but irritate me further. "You should just lie down and rest for a goddamned moment," I snapped, my tone sharper than intended.I watched as she awkwardly lowered herself ba
3rd point of viewBlue wandered through Damian's villa, her thoughts swirling like autumn leaves caught Augustof wind. The vibrant colors of the decor blurred into an indistinct haze as her heart raced, a tumultuous storm brewing within. Lost in her mind, she barely noticed the sleek car speeding down the driveway until it was almost upon her. The driver skillfully drifted aside just in time, the vehicle's tires skidding to a halt mere inches from her. The driver, a middle-aged man with wide eyes, scrambled out of the car, panic etched on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice shaky. Blue merely blinked at him, her expression vacant, as if she were a ghost drifting through the world, untouched and unbothered by the chaos around her.Damian, who had been seated in the passenger seat, caught sight of the scene unfolding before him. Alarm surged through him, and he swiftly exited the car, rushing towards her. "Blue!" he called out, gripping her shoulders to turn her towards hi