Chapter 27Clarissa’s POVThe Kiss That Shouldn’t HappenIs he jealous? Because this is weirder than ever. This is the first time Damien has acted like this toward any guy apart from Clinton, and it didn’t just feel protective; he is more domineering now than ever. This time, it felt possessive. His eyes burned like wildfire when Greg came smiling at me, asking how I was.Damien’s anger was written across his face, his jaw clenched, veins popping slightly at his temple. It was more than just irritation; it was jealousy. It was very obvious and doesn't need to be hidden. Thought he doesn't want to be publicized?Before I could even process it, Damien immediately grabbed me, pulling me closer to himself with a strength that sent cold shivers through my body. His lips drew close to my ear; I swear I could feel his warm breath, and he whispered words that both shook and thrilled me:“Who the fuck is this guy?”The possessive
Chapter 26Claimed in the SpotlightClarissa’s POVFor the first time in my life, I felt truly protected. Not just protected…wanted.No, that wasn’t entirely true. Damien had always been there for me. Every time I was being bullied, every time someone thought they could tear me down, somehow, he would appear like he had radar for my distress. But this time… it felt different.It wasn’t just that he stepped in. It was how he did it.When Gladys’s slap came, it wasn’t just a slap; it carried a weight that nearly knocked me off my feet. My cheek burned, my balance wavered, and I could already feel my eyes sting with tears from both the pain and the humiliation. But before I could crumble, he was there. His hands caught me firmly, anchoring me.Damien’s grip was steady, his jaw set hard, and there was something dangerous in his eyes. The moment his voice rang out, low, certain, and claiming…“She’s mine. Everyone, Clarissa is
Chapter 25The Party EruptsClarissa’s POVWhy the hell is everything I’m thinking about not coming to pass?First, I thought it was Damien at the party; my heart had leapt at the idea. I was already imagining him walking up to me, making things right between us, maybe even pulling me onto the dance floor in one of those moments you see in romance movies.But no.Boom.It was Greg. Cute, yes…round, warm eyes, a soft nose, lips that hinted at a smile, but not Damien’s lips. Not the sharp, magnetic pull of Damien’s gaze that could make me feel like the only girl in the world.And now? Another man staring at me. I dared to hope again, thinking it might be Damien, only for my chest to sink like a stone when I saw who it actually was.Clinton.My worst enemy.What the hell is he doing here? And why is he staring at us like that, as if I’ve committed some kind of crime against him?
Chapter 24Eyes in the DarkClarissa’s POVInitially, I was convinced it was Damien. The way Abigail whispered those words, “That older guy is totally looking at you,” sent a rush of heat straight to my cheeks, and my chest felt light, almost giddy. After everything that happened earlier between us, part of me thought maybe… just maybe… he’d decided to come here. Maybe he’d show up to make things right, to party with me, to dance under the flashing lights until the music drowned out every complicated thought in our heads.My mind was still tangled up in the memory of his touch earlier that day, the way my breath caught, and the way his voice dropped low when he promised me things. That pleasure had been addictive, almost dangerous, and I’d been secretly hoping it wouldn’t be the last time.I glanced at Abigail, my safe place, my trusted partner-in-chaos. She wasn’t just my friend now; she was my closest confidante, smart enough to read my
Chapter 23Eyes That Burn Through the CrowdClarissa’s POVThe ropes were still tied, a silent, playful reminder of what we had just shared. We walked together to the sitting room, our steps slow and a little uneven, like neither of us wanted to break the invisible thread binding us in that moment. The air was still charged with the warmth of earlier, a kind of intimacy I had never experienced before.We sank into the couch, the cushions sighing under our weight. Without thinking too hard about it, I lay against him, my cheek resting on his chest. His body was warm, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat strong against my ear. A faint scent of his cologne lingered, earthy, clean, and intoxicating.I felt shy. Not because I regretted anything, but because this closeness was so new to me. The shyness didn’t drown out the happiness, though… It wrapped around it and made the feeling softer and deeper. That feeling was heavenly.He tilted his head down slightly, his lips brushing the top of my
Chapter 22Drowning in DesireClarissa’s POVThe air between us had turned heavy, electric, and almost tangible. My skin prickled with heat, and the sound of his slow, steady breathing only made my own hitch.I could feel it, that tingling sensation rippling through me, curling from the base of my spine all the way down. But the most dangerous heat was between my thighs, where the wetness had already begun to gather.It was maddening.I wanted him. Not in some vague, distant way, I wanted to feel his hands, his lips, and his body pressed against mine until there was nothing left between us. I didn’t know exactly how to make it happen, but I knew one thing: I wasn’t going to let him slip away again.When I reached the doorway to the bathroom, I turned, my towel long gone, my eyes locked on his. The smirk that curved my lips felt almost reckless.“Come and get me,” I said.His jaw tightened, and for a hea