All Chapters of Hooked After One Night Of Passion: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I smile at the sound of his voice. “Yes” I answer. “Can I see now?”The hopefulness and impatience in his voice brings a smile to my face again. Without replying, I unlock and open the door slightly. He pops his head in and the look on his face does something to me. I’m so lost in it, I don’t even realize when he pushes the door open further, worming his way inside and turning the latch to relock it. “What are you doing?” I whisper trying to look over him. “Sweet Jesus” is all he says as his arms wrap around my waist, drawing my body towards his. “You look incredible. We’re definitely buying this” “You like?” I ask teasingly as he gropes at my arse. “I fucking love. Turn around” he commands I do as he asks. “Christ” he groans as his fingers skim up the outside of my legs until they’re resting on my hips. In the reflection, I see his eyes planted firmly on my behind. He takes a step forward, rubbing his body against mine. When his gaze meets mine in th

The next two days passes without incident. There’s still no word from Anne, and it’s disconcerting. She wouldn’t give up that easy. I wish I knew what she had planned, so I could stay one step ahead. I have a feeling she’ll pounce when we least expect it.Emily, for the most part, seems okay. On occasions, when she thinks I’m not watching, I see the worry etched on her beautiful face. I haven’t gone to work for that very reason. As long as we’re together, she’s safe. I’ve been doing what I can from home, but I’ll have to go back in to the office eventually. I was hoping the situation with Anne would’ve been all sorted by now.The time I’ve spent with Emily this week has been amazing. She’s smart, witty and completely fucking adorable. She’s down to earth and just a pleasure to be around. I love how easy-going she is. Most of the women I’ve been with in the past are high maintenance.Even if things don’t last between us—and I find myself hoping they do —I know I’ll cherish every seco

When I exit the ensuite, I find Damian standing on the other side of the bedroom, in front of the mirror. He’s already dressed in his tux and tying his bowtie. I take a minute to drink him in. His strong back and broad shoulders are accentuated in his tailor-made jacket.My breath catches in my throat as I look at him. God really took His time with this man. He smiles at me and the bueries in my stomach almost lift me aoat. I feel like a Princess at the end of her fairy tale, geing her happy ever after. It is so surreal, it feels like I’m dreaming. My eyes move towards the reflection in the mirror and I’m again left breathless by him.The moment he notices me watching him, he swings around. His lips curve into a smile as his eyes move down the length of my body. Being dressed up is nothing new for me, but I find myself hoping he likes what stands before him. Appearance has never been high on my agenda. On Anne’s, yes, but never on mine. In this moment though, it means everythi

Damian’s father is Anne’s lover! He recognized me. I had not seen him since the night of my eighteenth birthday party. I know he and Anne are still together. Now things are more complicated than I thought. Damian obvio doesn’t know about them. I watch him and Damian engage in a low heated conversation. He walks back to the table in anger. Thankfully, Damian stayed by my side for most of the night. His mum seems really lovely and kept making conversation with me, but unfortunately I can’t say the same about his father. I tried my best not to look at him after the unfriendly greeting he gave me. The one time I did, I found him glaring at me. I gather he doesn’t approve of me dating his son.Meeting Victoria and Shawn Stone made me think of my own parents. I hate that I have no family to introduce Damian to. I’ve wondered about them a lot over the years, but I try not to do it often. It hurts too much. My mother died, but my father obviously didn’t want me, because he gave me up.

“I think I’ve heard enough for one night” she replies, glancing at me over her shoulder and narrowing her eyes. She’s so fucking sexy when she’s angry. I see her raise her hand to flag down the taxi as it pulls up to the curb. If she thinks I’m letting her go, she’s delusional.The moment she opens the door, I reach over her shoulder and push it closed. We have a silent standoff, before the driver interrupts us. “Do you wanna ride, or not?” he asks impatiently, winding down his window. We answer in unison. “Yes” “No” Of course my reply was the “no”Ignoring me, she tries to open the back door of the cab—again I close it. “For fuck’s sake, Damian” she snaps, and I smile. I think that’s the first time I’ve heard her use a profanity. I shouldn’t be turned on by her attitude, but I am. “I don’t have all night, lady, are you in or out?”Reaching into my pocket, I remove a fifty dollar bill and pass it to the driver. The satisfying look on Emily’s face tells me s