All Chapters of A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Blaire was in the kitchen when her phone buzzed on the counter. Wiping her hands on a towel, she picked it up, surprised to see Damien's name flash on the screen. They hadn’t spoken much since she started working at his office, except for brief work-related exchanges."Hello?" she answered cautiously."Blaire," Damien's deep voice came through, calm yet firm, "I hope you're not busy. I promised to take you for a scan today, remember?"Blaire blinked, momentarily stunned. She hadn’t expected him to remember, let alone call her himself. "Oh, yes, I remember. Thank you," she said, her voice laced with excitement."Good," he replied. "Be ready in twenty minutes. I’ll pick you up."She froze, unsure if she heard him right. Damien himself was coming to pick her up? Not Paul, his driver? She quickly regained her composure. "Okay, I'll be ready," she said before the line went dead.A flurry of activity followed. Blaire rummaged through her modest wardrobe, settling on a simple yet comfortable

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Smith estate as Damien sat in his study, his mind racing. Gina’s words from earlier in the day echoed incessantly. “I trust you, Damien. I always have. This is what we’ve worked for.” She had made it sound so straightforward, yet to him, it felt like a noose tightening around his neck.He stared at the untouched glass of whiskey on his desk, his fingers idly tapping against the polished wood. Was this the path he truly wanted? His father’s expectations, Gina’s plans, and now, Blaire’s presence in his life—all collided in a chaotic storm within him.The door creaked open, and Rachel peeked inside, her brows furrowed with concern.“There you are,” she said softly, stepping in. “I was looking for you.”Damien glanced up briefly before returning his gaze to the glass. “Just thinking.”Rachel tilted her head, studying her brother. “Thinking doesn’t look good on you. It makes you moody.” She walked over and perched on the arm

Blaire’s heels clicked softly against the polished marble floors as she made her way toward Damien’s office. It wasn’t every day she ventured into his domain uninvited, but the secretary had suggested she could speak to him directly about the new schedule. Despite her growing comfort in her role, facing Damien in his own space still made her a little nervous.Pausing outside his door, Blaire raised her hand to knock, but the sight through the slightly ajar door stopped her. Damien was seated at his desk, head in his hands, his usually composed figure looking uncharacteristically vulnerable. Something was clearly bothering him, and for a moment, she debated whether to leave him alone.Her concern won out. She gently pushed the door open and stepped inside. “Damien?” she called softly.He didn’t respond, his focus still elsewhere. She took another step closer. “Damien, is everything okay?”This time, he stirred, his head snapping up in surprise. “Blaire?” His voice was sharp at first, b

“Father,” Damien greeted as he stepped into the office, closing the door behind him.Harold didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Care to explain why that girl is working here? And while you’re at it, explain why you lied about her background at the party.”Damien sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t lie, Father. I just didn’t see the need to share every detail.”“Don’t play games with me, Damien. That girl doesn’t belong here. What’s her connection to you?”“She’s my personal assistant,” Damien said firmly. “She’s hardworking, resourceful, and good at what she does. That’s all there is to it.”Harold raised an eyebrow. “And the pregnancy? What’s your connection to that?”Damien stiffened, but his expression remained neutral. “Her personal life is none of my business, and it shouldn’t be yours either.”Harold leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. “You know, hiring someone like her reflects poorly on you. People will talk. The Smith family’s reputation—”“I’m aware of

The evening was meticulously planned. Damien wanted to make it perfect, a gesture that would solidify his commitment and, hopefully, soothe the lingering doubts Gina had expressed over the weeks. He had arranged for a private dinner at one of the most luxurious rooftop restaurants in the city, complete with a stunning view of the skyline and a soft glow from string lights overhead.As they sat across from each other at a candlelit table, Gina couldn’t help but admire Damien’s effort. “This is lovely,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with uncertainty. “But you don’t have to do all this just to make me feel better.”Damien reached for her hand. “It’s not just about making you feel better, Gina. It’s about us. I know things have been... strained lately, and I want you to know I’m serious about our future.”Gina looked down at their entwined hands, her insecurities bubbling to the surface. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m enough for you, Damien. You’re always so composed, so sure of everyth