All Chapters of CEO's Luxury Lady: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

At first, I felt like I was falling. Then my muscles contracted in a spasm, foreshadowing the impact, but then, suddenly, I was safe. I was lying on something soft and cozy. I opened my eyes slowly and realized I was wrapped in a sheet, but I didn't recognize the room.- Good morning.I turned and saw Damien adjusting a watch on his wrist. His hair was combed and he smiled at me through the large mirror. I suddenly understood why I didn't recognize the room.- You slept on my papers yesterday and your room was locked. As I couldn't find the key, I brought it to mine. - He explained before I could speak.- The key. - I repeated and slipped my hand into the pocket of the robe on my thigh and pulled out the metal object.- I should have looked there. - He smiled again, this time with a hint of mischief.It was then that I stopped to look at my own reflection in the mirror and completely panicked when I realized how hideous I looked. My hair was mussed and the expression on my face was re

- I'm not trying to get your hopes up, Ellen. But you made me promise after Stephen that I would always be honest about your relationships. - She sighed. - I hate to say it, but Damien doesn't deserve you. No matter how nice and pleasant he's being, remember what he really wants. It's not about the money, Ell. It's the way he sees things. If only he'd change. If he saw you for who you are, he could give you what you deserve.- But...Arianna looked sad and her eyes were melancholy. I realized that she didn't want to hurt me, but she was playing the role I had always asked her to play. She was being my loyal and sincere friend. Warning me of danger. Deep down I knew she was right. Damien was still the same. Maybe the closeness and all the games were forcing him to behave differently, but that didn't mean anything. So why did I think this could be the start of something? Why did I keep imagining that maybe I could still spy on the man behind the power? Why did I care about seeing his tr

I locked the door to the master suite, which Damien had forced me to occupy, and started walking down the corridor. A few steps later, I heard the sound of music coming from the living room downstairs. It wasn't Gardel, I had sharpened my ears during the walk, but it was certainly characteristic Argentinian beat.I went downstairs slowly, still appreciating the details of the green dress perfectly fitted to my body. It had arrived just after my shower and was one of the most beautiful pieces I had ever seen. It was pleated with gold brooches gathered on the left side of my waist and had thin straps that crossed at the back.- You look beautiful, Ellen. - Damien's voice made me look ahead and I realized that he was wearing formal clothes, but no tie.Once in the room, I could perfectly discern the music and suddenly understood his intention.- No. - I muttered as I entered the room. Damien smiled and held out his hand to me.- You want this.- No. No. - I tried to return to the stairs

I hesitated before entering my suite, but finally opened the door. Trying not to think about the latest events and Damien's strange words, I undressed and put on the sleeping clothes I had brought from Brazil. But when I looked at my bed, I didn't feel the urgency to lie down. Instead, I went to the mirror to look at myself.What was happening to me? I hadn't looked the same over the last few days. I couldn't recognize myself anymore. Where was my self-control? Damien had undermined it with every kiss, every touch between us. In fact, I knew it was happening every second I spent near him, but I didn't want to stop it. Because deep down it was what I longed to have.Suddenly I realized that I was tired of all those restrictions I had created for myself. I was tired of my routine existence and the nights that always ended lonely. I wanted to break all that. Suddenly I wanted to break through and find out what I was capable of. Did it really matter how Damien saw things? And how I was st

It wasn't a good journey to Buenos Aires, but it wasn't a long one either. When we arrived in the Argentine capital, the weather wasn't the best and a storm was approaching. Damien booked us both into a luxury hotel so that we would be sheltered until our flight left in the evening.Santiago and Teresa came to say goodbye just before the helicopter flight and made us promise to come back. We responded cordially, although I knew I wouldn't be seeing them again. Damien would definitely be back. It seemed to me that things had gone well and that he would close the deal he wanted with Santiago. It had been a good weekend for him.I didn't try to talk to Damien and we spoke only when necessary during the drive through Buenos Aires. I was anxious to get home, get to Brazil and get away from him. I wanted to buy ice cream and watch Top Gun in my small, safe room. Then all was just a distant dream that would fade as time went by.When we arrived at the hotel a little after three, Damien helpe