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Chapter Forty-Eight: After the Vows
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After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Nine: My Wife
Sophia’s POVI woke before the rest of the house made a sound.For a long moment I only lay there, watching the morning move across the ceiling in a thin pale band, and waited for the old reflex to arrive—the quick internal inventory of what might go wrong, who might call, which version of my life was about to be taken apart again. It didn’t come. The absence of it was so complete that I almost didn’t trust it.I turned my head on the pillow.Damien was still asleep beside me, one arm bent under the edge of my pillow, the other resting in the open space between us like he had reached for me sometime in the night and stopped halfway. The sight of him unguarded in morning light still felt new. Not fragile. Just new. I watched the steady rise and fall of his breathing and realized that the usual questions were gone with the usual fear.I wasn’t waiting for the next disaster.I wasn’t measuring the exits.I wasn’t wondering, in some private corner of my mind, whether he would eventually d
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Eight: The Ride
Damien’s POVThe evening had already turned soft when she said it.We were in the upper sitting room, the one with the wide windows and the city reduced to a distant scatter of lights. Sophia was half-curled against the arm of the sofa, bare feet tucked under her, wearing that same stolen shirt of mine that had somehow become part of the household. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then mischievous in a way that always meant trouble I was going to enjoy.“You know,” she said, “for a man who claims he knows enough, you still haven’t taught me anything practical.”I set my glass down. “I taught you how to trust me.”“That was emotional coursework.” She waved a hand. “I meant something new. Something less noble and more interesting.”“Dangerous category.”“You’re avoiding the challenge.”I leaned back and studied her. The pregnancy had only made the lines of her face softer, the amusement brighter. She was safe. She was teasing me on purpose. The combination did more to undo my careful
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Seven: The Dance
Sophia’s POVThe house had gone completely soft by the time the music found us.No leftover wedding noise. No staff moving through distant rooms. No phones lighting up on the counters. Just a low song playing from the speaker in the corner of the sitting room, something with more warmth than structure, and the two of us left inside it. I had been about to say I was tired enough for bed. Damien had looked at me, held out a hand, and the intention changed without either of us needing to negotiate it.“Dance with me,” he said.There was no party behind the request. No photographer waiting for a framed version of the moment. No guests to perform for. Only him, standing in the middle of the quiet room like the day had finally narrowed down to this one simple ask.I took his hand.He pulled me close with careful hands, one settling at the small of my back, the other holding mine against his chest. We started moving slowly, barely more than a shift of weight from one step to the next. The mu
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Six: No Business Tonight
Damien’s POVThe phone rang just as I was starting to believe the evening might stay quiet.Sophia was at the counter with a glass of water, hair pinned loosely up, wearing one of my shirts over soft pants because the house was cool and she had claimed it without discussion. I had been watching her more than the message thread on my tablet. When Austin’s name lit the screen, the old reflex moved first—answer, assess, solve. I picked up on the second ring.“What is it?”“We’ve got a problem with the Singapore transfer,” Austin said without preamble. “The counterparties moved the window and legal is saying if we don’t respond tonight we lose the preferred position. I need you to look at the revised terms.”I listened for another few seconds while he outlined the rest. Numbers. Timing. The familiar pressure of a deal that believed it was the most important thing in the room. Across the kitchen Sophia glanced over, one eyebrow slightly raised, already prepared to lose me to the office for
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Five: Teach Me
It started over nothing.We were in the library he had only just begun sharing with me, late enough that the estate had gone fully quiet, a single lamp throwing warm light across the shelves. I was curled into one corner of the deep sofa with my feet tucked under me. Damien sat at the other end, jacket long discarded, sleeves pushed up, looking far too comfortable for a man the rest of the city still treated like a closed door.“You act like you’ve always known how to do this,” I said.He glanced over. “Do what?”“This.” I waved a hand between us. “Marriage. Sharing rooms. Letting someone see the unimpressive hours. You move through it like you studied the manual.”“I don’t have a manual.”“Could have fooled me.” I rested my chin on the back of the sofa, studying him. “Meanwhile I still open half your kitchen cabinets like they might judge me. Our lives before this were not the same species.”That earned a low huff of amusement. “You grew up making everything stretch. I grew up making
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Four: His Favorite Place
Damien’s POVI woke before she did and spent a full minute watching the light move across her face before I decided not to waste the day in bed.Not entirely, anyway.When Sophia finally stirred, I told her to dress for walking, not for public view. No schedule. No driver waiting at the bottom of the steps. Just the two of us and the parts of the estate I had never bothered to open for anyone else. She raised an eyebrow at the mystery of it, but she came with me anyway, one hand occasionally resting at her stomach as we moved through the quieter wing of the house.“You’re being deliberate,” she said.“I’m being selfish.” I opened a door at the end of the corridor and stepped aside. “I want you in the rooms that used to be mine alone.”The library was first.It was a long, high room with windows that caught the morning cleanly and shelves that climbed far enough to need the old rolling ladder. Most guests, on the rare occasions I had allowed any into the house, never made it past the m
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