A fling and nothing attached

Blaire’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. She looked up, her breath jerking in her throat as she met Damien’s stare. He stood there, looking as handsome as ever, a clue of amusement in his eyes that quickly softened into something more serious.

“ You’re here, I... I don't think I was betraying anyone,” she stammered, her cheeks blushing. “I wasn't expecting you either, why are you here?”

He stepped closer, the warmth exuding from him drawing her in. “ Well I thought I should have a drink too. You're not the only one in need. And something kept pulling me back here.” His eyes searched hers, a mix of sincerity and naughtiness moving within them.

Blaire felt her resolve begin to fall apart under his intense gaze. “ Oh! I see. Why did you choose this bar anyways?” she asked, trying to sound informal, but the unease in her voice betrayed her.

“ I was bored,” he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal.

She raised an eyebrow, unsure if to inform him of her awareness of his identity. “ Who are you?”

“ I'm Damien, I told you the other night.” he replied, a grin playing on his lips. “ You're the first lady I met who didn't recognise me at first sight. But that's a good thing.”

Blaire chuckled softly, the tension between them easing slightly. “ So you're truly Damien Smith.”

“ Ohh! Now you know,” he said, his expression softening. “ For now, I'm just Damien.”

She nodded, her heart racing as he sat on the stool next to her. Blaire could feel her pulse quicken as she remembered their previous encounter and pleasure, the way he had made her feel alive in ways she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“ About the other day, I'm sorry I left so early.” he said, his tone casual but attentive.

“No, it's fine.” she replied, taking a sip of her drink to steady herself. “ Thanks.”

“ For?” He leaned in, genuinely curious.

Blaire hesitated, unaware of how much to reveal. “ For spending time with me that night.”

Damien’s expression shifted. “ Are you a sex worker? I mean we only met that night, had sex while drunk and you seem okay with it. Are you here for the money? Well I should have thought about that too. I mean you know I'm Damien Smith.”

“ No, How can you be so mean?” she said, disgusted by his attitude . “ I didn't even know who you were until that morning.”

He nodded, his gaze rather cold. “ But you took the money I dropped on the cupboard. For a moment I thought what I felt was real.”

Their conversation became cold, as Blaire disagreed with taking his money, and didn't realise he had dropped some money. Blaire felt disappointed in herself.

The atmosphere around them shifted, and Blaire felt a cold creep into their conversation. Damien's words settled heavily between them, and the warmth that had briefly ignited her heart began to disappear.

“Look, whatever we had that night wasn’t real, and you forced me into having an affair with you,” he said, his voice cold and detached.

“There are better things to do with your life Blaire. Stop sleeping around,”

Blaire’s heart sank at his confession. Disappointment flooded through her, blending with a sense of anger at herself for allowing him to have his way while she was vulnerable.

She felt foolish, being caught up in a moment that meant nothing to him. “ Yes, that’s it? Well.. I wasn't expecting anything from you in return. I didn't take your money but that one night stand eased my burden and I don't regret it. I even thought we had a connection” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was just a fling?”

“Maybe it was just that. A moment that felt real in the midst of the night,” Damien replied, avoiding her gaze. “I didn’t mean to lead you on.”

Blaire swallowed hard, the pain of his words piercing her. But as she looked at him, she felt a surge of comfort wash over her. It wasn't her fault. She had simply sought solace that night and perhaps he had too, at least for a fleeting moment.

“I guess I don't regret it, you can call me a sex worker but Judge yourself first before me,” she said, forcing a laugh to mask the pain. “I mean, you’re Damien Smith, right? I don't expect anything more from a greedy family.”

With that, he stood up, casting one last glance her way. “I wish you all the best,” he said, his voice softening. Then he turned and walked away, leaving her alone at the bar, her heart heavy.

As she sat there, the regret settled like a weight in her chest. Why had she wanted to see him again? Why had she even hoped to talk to him again? She took a deep breath, reminding herself that it was just an encounter with a stranger, and there were no expectations or judgments.

She wouldn’t be too hard on herself. “It was just a night,” she whispered to herself, staring into her unfinished drink. “Just a moment of romance and satisfaction.”

Blaire forced herself to stand. She would accept her fate and let go of the fantasy that roams in her mind about him. She thought of not allowing one misstep encounter to define her. After all, she was still Blaire, and she had a life to live, and one that didn't depend on the cold billionaire.

With the same thought in mind, she walked away from the bar.