I need a wife

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Lyra’s POV

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I stirred awake, sunlight sneaking through the curtains. Beside me, Damien was lying on his back, all sculpted jaw and lazy calm, like he hadn’t just rocked my world last night.

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My pussy still throbbed from last night, and I face-palmed as I recalled all that had happened.

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An idea hit me. I checked to see if Damien was fast asleep before I picked up my phone on the dresser.

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"I'll show Killian that I got a man who is ten times finer than him." I smirked and raised my phone while leaning closer, and I snapped. a quick shot of us tangled up in his sheets. A little souvenir from me to that cheating bastard.

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His eyes cracked open instantly, and I backed away, hiding my phone, but he'd already seen me. “Did you just take a picture of me?” He quickly sat up.

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“Of us,” I corrected, flashing him the screen before pulling it away lest he snatched it out of my hand. “Don’t worry, it’s flattering.”

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His tone sharpened. “Delete it now; that's an invasion of privacy.”

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I arched a brow. “Bossy, aren’t you? Relax. It’s not like I’m going to plaster it on a billboard.” I tucked it into my purse. "Or are you a wanted criminal?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

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“Lyra.” His voice dropped to a warning tone. "Delete that picture, or I'll make you regret it."

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I grinned, rolling out of bed. “You really hate not being in control, huh? Too bad, I've taken the picture and I'm keeping it with me.”

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He exhaled through his nose, almost like he was deciding if I was worth the argument.

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I expected him to come at me, maybe threaten me or try to hit me like Killian would have done, but he did nothing, which made me more worried.

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What if he didn't let me out? My imagination began to run wild as I recalled news that I'd seen of dead bodies that were found in hotel rooms.

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Finally, he reached into his jacket and took out something that made me back away. I thought it was a gun, but it was just a sleek black card, which he held out.

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“What’s this?” I asked, trying not to sound or look scared.

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"My direct line." He replied. "If you ever want something better than… whatever you’ve got going on now, call me.”

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I let out a low whistle. “Offering me a job after a one-night stand? Wow." I took the card from him. His initials were engraved on it. D.B.

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I didn’t know I impressed you that much.”

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Just keep it,” he muttered, rising from the bed. "You look like a lady I'd love to employ, so keep in touch."

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I wanted to say something, then my eyes fell on the clock, and I realized that time was far spent, so I rushed to the bathroom. When I was dressed and ready to leave, he offered, “I’ll drop you off.”

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I shook my head. “Nah. Independent woman and all that, so I’ll find my way.”

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His lips twitched, like he almost smiled, but he just nodded and let me go.

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Outside, the city air hit me, and I took out my phone, taking a good look at the picture. My finger hovered over the send button. To whom? Myself? Social media? Something in my gut told me no. Damien wasn’t the kind of man you toyed with lightly. With a curse, I slipped the phone away and flagged down a taxi.

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Back at my apartment...

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I unlocked the door, wiping my legs clean on the doormat, only to find Killian lounging on my couch like he owned the place. What did this bastard want from me?

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My blood ran cold, and I clenched my fist by my side. “What the hell are you doing here?” Since we are no longer together, I have to take my spare key back.

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He smirked, stood up, and came closer, which made me back away. I was disgusted by him. “Is it bad if I just decide to stop by and check on my girl?

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I stepped back and looked at him from head to toe before hissing. “I’m not your girl, Killian. Not after you screwed my best friend behind my back.”

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“Don’t be dramatic. You know you still belong to me.” His hand brushed my arm, which only infuriated me.

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Get out of my apartment." He stepped closer, trapping me between the wall and his chest.

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You belong to me; the earlier you let that sink in, the better for you." He ran a finger down my cheeks. "Just forget about what you saw last night and let's get married. After all, today's our wedding."

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Red flashed in my vision. I kicked him in the gron, and then I grabbed the nearest vase and smashed it against his shoulder. He staggered back with a curse as I shoved him toward the door.

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“Take your cheating ass and get out before I call the cops.” He glared but stumbled out, muttering something about me regretting this.

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I slammed the door and leaned against it, my chest heaving, and the years that had gathered at the corner of my eyes began to fall freely.

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The apartment suddenly felt too small. This place was no longer safe because I knew Killian all too well. He wouldn’t stop coming back.

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My gaze landed on the black card, which was on the floor. D.B.

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I blew out a breath. “Guess I don’t have much of a choice, huh?” Because of Killian, I had resigned from my job, which left me with no other choice but to go job hunting.

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Damien's mansion...

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The mansion was… unreal. White pillars, sprawling lawns, and gates that screamed money. Damn, he looked rich, but I didn't know he was, you know, rich-rich.

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I almost turned around, but a suited staff member greeted me with a warm smile and ushered me inside.

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“Mr. Damien will be with you shortly, miss. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

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They treated me like I was important, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but I enjoyed the cakes nonetheless.

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And then Damien walked in, sharp in a tailored suit, every inch the powerful man I’d only glimpsed last night.

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I crossed my arms. "Good morning, Mr. Blackthorn." He only nodded and took a seat.

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"I wasn't expecting you so soon."

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"Well, desperate times call for desperate measures." I replied. "You said job, but this doesn’t exactly look like a nine-to-five office gig.”

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His gaze locked on mine, unreadable. “Because it’s not.” He paused, then dropped it like a bomb. “What I need is a wife.”

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