All Chapters of His to Consume : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Lena’s POV“Lena, that went incredibly well,” Damien’s voice was full of pride as he walked beside me, matching my pace. I smiled, still riding high from the successful meeting. “It did. The Asian market is tough to break into, but we nailed it.” “You won them over without even trying hard,” Damien said with a grin. “How could they not sign the deal? You were brilliant in there.” I smiled. Damien wasn't economical with his compliments. I shrugged, smiling. “That’s what I’m here for.”His eyes seemed to sparkle as he glanced at me. “Speaking of which… How about we celebrate tonight? Dinner? You know, something to unwind.”I swallowed and paused. “Damien, I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got a lot of unfinished work on my desk to think about something else. ”He chuckled softly, not backing down. “Come on, Lena. You work too hard. You need to let loose sometimes. What harm could a dinner do?”“I’m sorry,” I replied, my voice firm. “I’m not ready for such distractions just yet. We sti

Lena’s POV The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. I was on the couch with a blanket over me, pretty warm. I grabbed my phone from the table, a series of missed calls and messages on my phone, most of them from Damien. Why was my phone on silent? “Grant!” I snapped, crossing my arms. “Why did you put my phone on silent? Why didn’t you tell me Damien was trying to reach me last night?”Grant was casually sipping his coffee, scrolling through his phone like everything was normal. “Oh, that? I didn’t think it was important. Besides, you looked too exhausted to take calls.”I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? It wasn’t your decision to make, Grant! I would’ve taken his calls.”“Would you?” he smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Look, Lena, you were half asleep by the time you had that coffee. There was no way you were talking to anyone coherently. I did you a favor.”I clenched my fists. “I don’t need your favors, Grant! Damien’s calls were my business, not

Lena's POVI stood there, staring at Damien, who was now kneeling down in front of me full of hope. My heart raced. There were several onlookers and most of them had their phones out with their lenses trained on me, ready to capture what they thought would be a great moment. But all I felt was chaos and guilt in my heart.“Lena,” Damien started and, for the first time, he almost pleaded, “I know things have been rough. But, I love you and do not want to lose you. Will you marry me? Let us pack up everything and start over.”As he said this, I could feel the heat rising from my neck to my cheeks as everyone held their breath. The scene of Damien proposing was something straight out of a fairy-tale, the kind of fairy-tale every little girl dreams about. And yet, here I was, so bitterly disappointed, because deep down I already knew the truth. I knew what happened last night and Damien would never know. He didn't know my mistakes, the structure of the agreement I had signed, the trust I