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Chapter Thirteen: Slap
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2026-07-07 18:07:37
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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
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Three: The Morning After
Sophia’s POVI woke to the smell of coffee and warm bread.For a few seconds I didn’t move. The room was bright with late morning light, the kind that meant we had slept past every responsible hour, and the bed beside me was still warm. When I turned my head, Damien was there—not dressed for the office, not halfway out the door with a phone already at his ear. He was sitting up against the headboard in a soft T-shirt, scrolling through something on a tablet with the sound off, looking more like a man on holiday than the person the rest of the city still whispered about.On the low table near the bed sat a tray.Eggs. Toast. Fruit cut into neat pieces. A small bowl of strawberries set slightly apart from the rest, as if it had been added with intention. Two cups. No army of staff in the room. Just the tray and him and the quiet.“You ordered breakfast,” I said, voice still rough from sleep.“I did.”“And you’re still here.”He glanced over, amused. “Observant as ever, Mrs. Blackwood.”
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Two Just Us
Sophia’s POVBy the time the last car left, the quiet felt almost physical.The big rooms that had been full of music and people and the careful noise of a public wedding were emptied down to low lights and the soft movement of staff finishing the final tasks. Damien closed the door to the private suite behind us and the remaining sound of the venue dropped away at once. For a moment neither of us moved. We just stood there in the sudden stillness like people who had stepped out of weather into a sealed room.I reached up and started taking out the pins from my hair. Then the earrings. Then the necklace that had felt too delicate for how tightly I had been holding myself together most of the day. Each piece landed on the side table with a small, ordinary sound. When I sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the hours settled all the way into my body at once.Damien watched me for a second, then crossed the room and crouched down in front of me.I expected a comment about the guest l
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