All Chapters of A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Blaire sat by the window of her spacious living room, gazing out at the passing cars below. The dull hum of the city echoed through the streets, but within the walls of her apartment, everything felt eerily silent. It had been a while since she’d last spoken to Damien, and the solitude was starting to get to her. She missed the bustle of her everyday life, but more than anything, she missed the connection she’d felt with his presence, his voice, and that spark between them. The way he made her feel like everything in the world could change in an instant.As she sat there, her mind wandered, remembering the moments she had spent with him. Some were lighthearted and carefree, full of laughter and teasing. Others were filled with tension, where she could barely breathe from the emotions swirling in her heart. And then, there were the ones she never wanted to remember, which was the night when he talked her away, when his words were sharp, and the distance between them seemed insurmountab

It was finally time to leave the park, as they strolled through the aisles of the gate, Damien suggested they go to a store and get a few things for the baby. “ Damien, we're not even sure of the gender, how do we shop?” Blaire asked, lifting her eyebrows and giving the expression of amazement.“ We'll get unisex, and maybe go for a scan next month.” Damien said, his gaze focused on their direction.Blaire felt an odd mix of excitement and apprehension. They both arrived at the store, Damien walked beside her, eyeing the rows of clothes, toys, and supplies with a playful curiosity. He occasionally picked up items, inspecting them like he was learning a new language. Every so often, he’d turn to Blaire, his expression a blend of amusement and genuine interest."So, do babies really need all this stuff?" he asked, holding up a tiny onesie. “I mean, they can’t even read yet, so why are there all these logos and designs?”Blaire laughed, feeling lighter than she had in days. "Babies need

Blaire woke up with a strange feeling. She’d barely opened her eyes when a wave of lightheadedness hit her, making her grip the edge of the bed for support. These pregnancy hormones, she thought with a small groan, trying to gather her strength. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten much last night.Slowly, she stood up and made her way to the kitchen, following the comforting smell of breakfast. Maria was already bustling around, humming softly to herself as she flipped pancakes. Blaire’s mother was seated in the living room, knitting quietly. As Blaire entered, her mom looked up with a gentle smile.“Morning, sweetheart,” her mom greeted, her eyes filled with warmth and concern. “How are you feeling?”Blaire managed a small smile, though she still felt a bit woozy. “I’m alright, just… a little tired.” She took a seat beside her mother, letting herself relax as she settled into the cozy familiarity of home.Her mother noticed the slight pallor in her face and reach

After a long day filled with meetings and new challenges at work, Damien finally found some relief when he left the office. As he stepped into his car, the weight of the day seemed to lift just a little. He pulled out the letter he’d been meaning to drop off and held it in his hands, the crinkled paper reminding him of the business obligations he was tangled in. Just as he started to settle in, his phone buzzed, and his eyes shifted to the screen. It was a call from Gina.He sighed, but there was no real hesitation before he answered. "Hey, Gina," he greeted, his voice carrying the familiar hint of weariness."Damien," she said warmly, her voice a stark contrast to his. "I’ve been thinking... Why don’t you come over tonight? I made dinner. It’s been a while since we’ve had some time just for us."Damien hesitated for a brief moment. He had been so consumed with the whirlwind of work and everything that had happened with Blaire. But Gina… well, she was still his fiancée. "I’ll be there

Damien’s footsteps echoed through the grand hallway as he walked into the house, his mind still tangled with thoughts of the day. The heavy weight of responsibility felt like a constant companion, and he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was off. As he walked toward the living room, he spotted Rachel sitting on one of the plush couches, her brow furrowed in concern. She stood up quickly when she saw him, her eyes searching his face as if trying to gauge his mood.“Damien,” she said, her voice laced with worry. “We need to talk.”Damien raised an eyebrow, setting his briefcase down. “What happened?” he asked, already knowing the answer. There was a sense of dread in the air, something he had grown all too familiar with in this house.“It’s Dad,” Rachel replied, her tone heavy. “He’s at it again.”Damien sighed, running a hand through his hair. His father’s moods had been increasingly erratic, and his fixation on legacy and wealth was consuming him. “Really?” Damien ask