Prologue - Stolen Nights

The dorm party rattled the walls—bass pounding, laughter spilling, glasses clinking. Pero sa maliit na kwarto nila, the only sound was their breaths, ragged and urgent.

Damian’s hand slammed against the door, trapping Alex. His lips grazed her jaw, teasing her neck, teeth grazing, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, voice low and demanding, fingers digging into her waist.

Alex’s chest heaved. Instead of answering, she pushed forward, lips crashing against his hard and hungry. Their tongues tangled, teeth clashing, hands roamed like they owned every inch of each other.

Damian’s hand snaked under her shirt, palms flattening against her back, thumbs tracing the curve of her spine. She moaned softly, pressing herself closer, grinding against him in silent confession.

He lifted her onto the desk, legs wrapped around his waist. The edge dug into her thighs as his hands cupped her ass, fingers kneading, pulling her flush. Their kiss broke only for air, tongues still brushing, teeth nipping, heat radiating like fire.

“Alex…” Damian groaned, lips finding hers again, harder this time. His erection pressed against her, and she shivered at the pressure. Fingers threaded through his hair, tugging, pulling him closer.

Her nails scored his back. He growled, biting her neck, leaving a mark, one hand pinning her to the desk, the other sliding under her skirt. She gasped, the friction electric, every nerve alive.

He moved slower now, teasing, exploring, lips leaving a trail down her jaw, her collarbone, over her breasts. She arched, pressing her nipples to his chest, whimpering as his hands squeezed and cupped, teasing her peak.

Alex tilted her head back, letting him take control, grinding against him with every thrust of his hips. Damian groaned, lips brushing hers, tongue exploring, teeth grazing, hands holding her like he’d never let go.

“Ahmmm—Damian—Ahhh!”

She gasped loudly when he dipped a finger lower, tracing over her folds through thin fabric. “Damn, you’re wet,” he whispered, “So hot babe.. All mine” breath hot, voice low and rough. She moaned in reply, grinding faster.

“Fas—faster! Augh! Oh god..”

“Yes babe, moan, moan my name” He slapped her ass hard. But She doesn't care. She only care about the lust she feel right now.

“God good Damian, Ahh!!”

Hours passed in tangled sheets, sweat and heat coating their skin. Her nails left crescent marks across his chest—his hands traced her curves obsessively. Kisses, bites, moans, whispers—all a confession without words.

Morning light seeped through the blinds. She collapsed against him, trembling, sticky with sweat, heart racing, chest heaving.

When she woke, he was gone. Just empty sheets, lingering scent, and the ghost of heat.

Damian boarded a plane to build his empire, oblivious that in that quiet dorm room, his life had already shifted forever.

Weeks later, holding the small white stick in trembling hands, she saw the two lines. Her heart raced as she pressed a hand to her belly and whispered,

“You’ll never know him.”