LOGINKayla The man I had kicked suddenly lunged forward and grabbed a handful of my hair, jerking my head back so hard I gasped. Before I could even scream, he swung his hand and spanked my ass with a loud, stinging crack that made my eyes water. "You're being a bad girl," he sneered into my ear while his friends laughed and kept their cameras rolling. I felt a wave of pure humiliation and fear. Of all the nights to walk, we had to pick this one. Chelsea scrambled for the pepper spray I had dropped. She grabbed it and tried to spray the man holding me, but she just clicked the nozzle over and over. "It’s empty! It’s not working!" she screamed while her voice broke with panic. I managed to whip my head to the side and saw a familiar black car screech to a stop at the curb. Damien stepped out of the driver's seat, his face looking like it was carved from ice. "Are you insane? Let go of her!" Damien roared while he walked toward us. The man holding my hair didn't look scared. He just la
Kayla "I'm leaving," I said firmly, trying to ignore the shaking in my hands. "If he cheats, I'm leaving. No question." "Says the girl who hasn't seen the amount of a billionaire's divorce settlement yet," Chelsea joked while she signaled the waiter for another round. Monet leaned in closer, her expression serious. "Actually, I don't think she'd be getting anything. My client—I won't say her name—just got divorced from her husband and she left with nothing because she signed a prenup." "Wait, Kayla," Cherry said while she put her glass down. "Do you think Damien will make you sign a prenup?" All their questions were giving me heart palpitations. My chest felt tight because I couldn't tell them the truth—that the whole relationship was just a contract anyway. "Wait," Jenna added, waving her hand. "Why are we even talking about marriage and divorce? She hasn't even met his parents yet. That's the real test." For some strange reason, I felt insulted. My pride flared up before I cou
Kayla I started typing, [My Uber driver is acting sus], but I paused. The man looked back and apologized again, his face turning red. "I'm so sorry, I'm just excited. I realized I'm driving a celebrity. I really didn't mean to freak you out." The fear turned into a sharp annoyance. "You did freak me out!" I yelled, my voice shaking a little. "I am a woman, and being a woman means I never feel safe in this world. Next time you get a passenger, just ask your questions immediately! Don't stare through the mirror and grin like a serial killer for ten blocks!" The man winced and gripped the steering wheel. "You're right. I’m an idiot. I am so sorry, Miss." He laughed nervously and checked his GPS. "Where are you headed tonight? Somewhere fun? I hope you have a great evening, really. And I'm sorry again." I stayed quiet for a second, my hand still on the pepper spray. He seemed genuinely embarrassed, not dangerous. "I studied architecture in school," he said suddenly, his voice getting
Kayla The past few days have been a total blur. Now that I’m back at work full-time, it feels like the office is trying to swallow me whole. My workload from the weeks I spent at the hospital has piled up into a mountain on my desk, and I’m scrambling just to keep my head above water. Between the constant emails and the endless phone calls, I haven’t had a single second to breathe. Damien is just as busy; he’s been in back-to-back meetings from sunrise to sunset. Honestly, I’m exhausted. Every time I think I can sit down and rest, another fire starts that I have to put out. I climbed out of the Uber and walked into the penthouse, feeling like a zombie. I had been sleeping here for a few days, but I hadn't moved in yet. I was only here because the heating in my apartment is gone. Damien hadn't come by once since we got back from Miami. I told myself it was fine, but a part of me was actually disappointed. I thumped my fist against my chest to get my heart to stop fluttering. "St
Kayla I pushed his hands off my waist and stepped back, sputtering and coughing as I literally choked on my own saliva. When I finally caught my breath, he just looked at me calmly and tilted his head. "You know, you really do choke a lot," he said, sounding way too relaxed for the news he just dropped. I gave him a death stare while the water dripped from my hair. "What do you mean we're meeting your family?" "Exactly what I said," he replied coolly. He stepped closer, the water splashing around his knees. "Kayla, we are supposed to be getting married soon. You were going to meet them sooner or later." I let out a dry, wry smile. "Why can't it be later? Much, much later?" Damien reached down and splashed a handful of water at me, making me gasp. "You're my girlfriend. It's all over the news and social media now. Buying you that necklace at that specific auction was a power move. My family knows that, so obviously... they are expecting to see you soon." "I only met Sadie and my
Kayla Damien walked straight to the bed and slid under the covers next to me like he belonged there while I just sat there frozen and stared at him. "There's another room, Damien," I managed to say while my heart hammered against my ribs and I clutched the edge of the mattress. "I know, but I like it here," he replied while looking at me with those cool silver eyes that seemed to see right through the material of the dress. He didn't stay still for long though and he suddenly sat up and told me it was time to go outside while the moonlight poured into the room. He stood up and started shedding his clothes right in front of me while my cheeks turned a violent shade of red and I felt like I was going to choke on my own breath. I watched his shirt hit the floor and he reached for the button of his pants while I felt my head spinning. "We're going for a swim," he said while he kept going, his voice sounding completely calm. "In the pool?" I asked while trying to look anywhere bu







