All Chapters of A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Blaire could barely hold back her frustration as she stormed back into the kitchen, her thoughts churning with anger and disbelief. Damien had waltzed into her workplace, disrupted her shift, and now, because of his complaints, she was at risk of losing the only steady income she had. She clenched her fists, determined to focus on her work, but her mind kept drifting back to Damien's smirk as he watched her scramble to meet his impossible standards.The other waitress gave her sympathetic glances as she prepared herself to go back out, but they didn’t dare approach. They all knew Chef Thomas doesn't tolerate a lot of excesses like hers.By the end of her shift, Blaire was exhausted, her mind weighed down by worry and resentment. She knew that Chef Thomas wouldn’t hesitate to fire her, and if she lost this job, finding another so quickly would be near impossible. And then there was the baby to consider. She instinctively placed a hand on her stomach, feeling the weight of her responsib

Damien’s mind was blurred as he drove through the winding streets, the thought of the evening’s events pressing down on him with every mile. His thoughts spiralled, and the taste of Blaire’s kiss lingered on his lips. It wasn’t supposed to happen, he told himself over and over, but the tight knot in his chest refused to loosen. He couldn’t shake the image of her eyes, the way her body felt against his, the warmth that had surged between them.But that wasn’t possible. He couldn’t let himself feel like this.By the time he reached the bar, he was already sinking into a haze of confusion. The noise, the dim lights, the clink of glass bottles—it all felt distant as he ordered one drink after another. Each sip blurred the edges of his thoughts, pushing the guilt and doubt to the back of his mind. Just a few drinks to forget, he thought. Just a few to numb this feeling.But it didn’t work. It never did.Hours later, Damien stumbled out of the bar, his movements slow and unsteady. The cold

As Blaire left Chef Thomas’ office to pack up her belongings, trying to hold back tears as the weight of her dismissal pressed on her. The staff break room felt like her last refuge before she had to say goodbye, and she stepped inside, hoping to avoid attention. But her coworkers noticed her face, their expressions shifting from casual to concerned.“Blaire? Are you okay?” one of the waitresses asked, worry etched in her features.Blaire forced a weak smile. “I just… I wanted to let you all know that I won’t be coming back,” she managed, her voice wavering.The room filled with murmurs, and a few coworkers exchanged glances. Another staff member put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “What happened?”Blaire took a deep breath. “I got fired. Thomas says I was a distraction, all because Damien Smith came by the restaurant.” Her voice cracked, and she lowered her gaze, trying to contain her frustration. “I did nothing wrong, but apparently, just being near him was enough to cost me my

Damien leaned back in his seat, watching Gina animatedly talk about her recent travels, her eyes shining as she described the new places she’d visited and the people she’d met. She looked stunning, as always, with her impeccable style and polished attitude, the kind of poise that always drew admiration. He smiled and nodded, responding when he needed to, but somehow, he felt like an outsider in his own life. The words left his mouth, but his mind drifted elsewhere.Gina noticed and touched his hand, her voice softening. “Damien, are you even listening?”He blinked, forcing himself to focus. “Of course, I am,” he replied, managing a smile. “It’s just... it's been a long day. But I’m glad we’re doing this.”She smiled, leaning back and continuing to share details of her trip, and he tried to engage, asking questions, even cracking a few jokes to lighten the mood. Gina seemed pleased, her laughter filling the air, but Damien felt something was missing. His attention waned again as the

As Paul drove Damien and Blaire back to her apartment, the car was filled with a silence that neither of them was quite sure how to break. Blaire stared out the window, her fingers tapping lightly on her arm as if she were trying to keep her thoughts in check. Damien, meanwhile, kept glancing at her, looking as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.Finally, they arrived outside her building. Damien cleared his throat, turning to her as she reached for the door handle. “Listen, Blaire,” he began, his tone soft and uncertain. “I really do want to see you more often. And… I’m sorry. For everything that happened between us. I never meant to hurt you, or take your job away.”Blaire stopped, her hand hovering over the door handle. She turned to look at him, her expression somewhere between amusement and exasperation. “No, no,” she interrupted, holding up a hand. “Let’s not bring that up. That was… a mistake.” Her words were firm, though her tone softened slightly. “