All Chapters of A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As time passed, Blaire’s thoughts drifted back to Damien. She recalled the warmth in his eyes, the kindness he had shown her during their brief encounter. Could it be possible that he genuinely cared? Or was this just an act of obligation or something he felt compelled to do because of his wealth and status? Could she be misunderstanding his intentions again.With her mind still racing, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment of relief. The events of the day had been overwhelming, and exhaustion tugged at her eyelids. Just as she began to drift, her mother woke up.“Blaire?” her mother’s voice was weak but clear. Blaire’s eyes snapped open, her heart leaping at the sight of her mother’s gaze meeting hers.“Mom! You’re awake!” Blaire said, her voice bright with relief. She rushed to her mother’s side, gripping her hand tightly. “How are you feeling?”“Like I’ve been hit by a truck,” her mother managed a faint smile, though worry lingered in her eyes.

The grand ballroom of the charity gala gleam with the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting delicate reflections off polished tables and expensive champagne glasses. Guests dressed in their finest attire filled the room, mingling, laughing, and chatting as soft instrumental music played in the background. The Smith family, as one of the event’s primary sponsors, commanded a remarkable presence, attracting the attention and admiration of everyone present. Rachel stood near the stage, taking deep breaths to steady herself as she prepared to deliver her speech. Though she’d given countless talks, the weight of her family’s expectations was never something she took easy. Damien offered her an encouraging nod from across the table, and even her father, Mr. Harold Smith, gave her a rare smile of approval. Finally, the lights dimmed slightly, announcing to the audience to take their seats as Rachel stepped up to the stage. A soft silence fell over the crowd. “Ladies and gentleme

His mind raced back to the night they had met, the spark of connection, and the ache of longing that had stirred within him. “I… I think I do,” he said slowly, as memories flooded back with their conversation, the laughter, the unspoken bond that had formed between them, even if just for a moment.“Wow, small world,” Rachel remarked, a teasing glint in her eye. “ I think she's new here? Because I have never seen her, it's my first time.”Damien was too lost in thought to respond. He watched Blaire as she interacted with customers, her movements and confidence. She looked happy, engrossed in her work, and a pang of disappointment settled in his chest.“Damien, are you okay?” Rachel asked, noting the way his eyes remained fixed on Blaire.“Yeah,” he replied, but his voice lacked conviction. “I just… I didn’t know she worked here. I’ve been wondering about her since that night, I helped her.”Rachel raised an eyebrow, clearly amazed. “You like her, don’t you?”“Like? I barely know her!”

She turned to the nurse who was beside her bed, insisting she couldn't have the child because she was not ready. “ Nurse, I can't have this child, he doesn't even have a father. Please, I want an abortion.”The room fell silent as Blaire's words hung in the air. Rachel's expression shifted from concern to shock, and the nurse, who had been quietly observing, took a step closer to Blaire’s bedside.“Blaire,” Rachel began gently, her voice laced with compassion, “I know this is overwhelming. Finding out like this… it’s a lot. But are you sure you want to make a decision so quickly? I mean this is a big decision.”Blaire’s eyes filled with fresh tears, and she clenched her fists, her whole body tense. “No I… I can’t do this, Rachel. I’ve struggled my entire life. I don’t even know if I have the strength to raise a child on my own.”The nurse cleared her throat softly, sensing the conflict in Blaire’s eyes. “Blaire, it’s okay to feel scared, especially when you’ve been given unexpected

She looked down, a faint frown creasing her brow. “ As you can see, I'm alright. You didn’t make anything harder for yourself by waiting. I have gotten over everything. It’s just… life, I guess.” She gave a half-hearted shrug, but he could see the weight of her struggles pressing down on her.“ I am not even talking about our past. I warned you to get a better job and you did. You did well and you're going to have a family soon. How about the father?,” he began, feeling his own discomfort grow, “but if you don't want to share, I don't mind. I'm here to help.”Blaire’s eyes flickered with a hint of disbelief, and she let out a shaky breath. “Why, though? Why help me…? Why pretend to be good?”She trailed off, and he could see the uncertainty in her gaze, as if she couldn’t believe he would want to be there for her without a hidden motive.“Because I want to,” he said softly, surprised by the truth in his own words. “Because… I think you deserve better than what life’s handed you.”For