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Author: J.O
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MACEY

What the hell are you doing here? That was the first thing I said when Damien finally let go of my face.

He didn’t answer. Not really. He just pressed his forehead to mine like he needed the anchor, his chest rising and falling so hard I could feel it in my own bones. His voice was low, almost broken, whispering the same word over and over again.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Sorry? God, no. If only he knew. I wasn’t sorry at all. My lips still tingled, my pulse racing like it had just discovered a new beat it preferred over the old one. That kiss wasn’t something I regretted—it was something I wanted to frame, replay, and live inside of forever.

And instead of being smart, instead of pushing him away like a version of me with actual self-control would’ve done, I leaned in and kissed him again. Quick. Desperate. Hungry.

When I pulled back, I practically stumbled to the door, locking it fast, because apparently we lived in a reality where Damien Blackwood showed up at
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  • MY UNDOING   11

    MACEY I was spent. Every part of me felt like it had been drained, like my body was no longer my own. My skin tingled, trembling under the echoes of what we’d just done, but even as I tried to gather myself, I felt Damien’s presence, felt him everywhere. His fingers, impossibly light brushed over my shoulders, tracing down to my nipples, and my body betrayed me all over again. I groaned quietly, biting my lip as a fresh heat pooled low in my belly. I couldn’t help it. I was soaking, my thighs pressing instinctively together, wanting, needing, aching. His eyes caught me like he had every time, dark, hungry, and aware of exactly how much I was already undone. “Damn, Macey,” he muttered, voice low and rough, vibrating in my chest. “Look at you… all trembling, all wet. You still want me?” “Yes,” I whispered, shivering, “I… I want you, daddy. I want you.” The way my words seemed to pull something raw and animalistic out of him made my stomach clench. His hands slapped my breasts

  • MY UNDOING   010

    MACEY Damien had ruined me. There was no denying it. The man had somehow crawled under my skin and made it impossible to breathe without thinking of him. He was in my head, my pulse, my every stupid heartbeat. It was embarrassing, really, how easily I gave in whenever he looked at me like that — like I was the only thing keeping him sane. I tried to focus at work after what happened in his office, but honestly? I was useless. My brain was a mess of replayed moments and sensations I didn’t even want to name. Every time I caught the faintest trace of his cologne on my clothes, my stomach flipped. Every sound reminded me of him — the click of my heels down the hallway, the rustle of paper, even the sound of the elevator. Everything. By noon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I told my team I was heading out early — something about not feeling well, which wasn’t entirely a lie. I felt used. Emotionally. Physically. Completely. The moment I got home, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed

  • MY UNDOING   009

    DAMIEN I had to have her. Right now. Convincing Macey to follow me back to my office wasn’t hard once I reminded her of the things waiting for her—the things only I could give her. She complained at first, whining about having a ton to do, deadlines and work piling up like a storm, but I wasn’t listening. All I heard was her voice, that sweet, soft tremor when she realized she was in my hands. The moment Macey stepped into my office, I could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy, like static just before a storm. She tried to look casual, clutching her hands like she was here for business, like she had important things to do. I saw through it instantly. That flutter in her pulse, the way her lips parted slightly, the quick intake of breath—all signs she was already anticipating what was about to happen. And God, I wanted her so badly it hurt. “Stop pretending,” I murmured, my voice low, rough, dangerous. “You’re not here for work, Macey. You’re here for me.” Her eyes wid

  • MY UNDOING   008

    MACEY Samantha left my place as early as she could the next morning, thanks to my brother’s inability to chill for even a few hours. Mason texted her he was waiting outside, like she was sneaking out of a college dorm instead of my apartment. I hugged her tight, soaking up every second before she slipped away. “Text me when you get home,” I called, and she waved from the hall like the sweet mom friend she was. The second the door closed, I didn’t even bother going back to bed. I had work by nine, and my mind was already buzzing. I showered long enough to steam up the entire bathroom, layered scents until I smelled like a bakery, and sprayed an inhumane amount of perfume while giggling like a schoolgirl. Pathetic. Completely, hopelessly pathetic. But I didn’t care. I looked good. I felt good. And yeah, I’d dressed with someone specific in mind. When I got to the office, I went straight for the top floor. I told myself it was business—that I needed to talk to Damien about, you know

  • MY UNDOING   007

    MACEY Samantha didn’t smile. Not even a little. She brushed right past me into the apartment like she owned the place, her steps purposeful, eyes sharp, scanning every corner of my living room. Then she checked the kitchen. The hallway. Even peeked into my bedroom like she was auditioning for some detective drama on Netflix. “Uh, hi?” I said, raising a brow as I shut the door. She turned back slowly, arms crossing, her glare sharp enough to slice through me. “Did you have someone here?” “What? No!” The words flew out too fast, too defensive. Ugh. I instantly hated how guilty I sounded, like I’d just been caught red-handed doing something shady. Her eyes narrowed, lips twitching with suspicion. “You were watching porn?” I let out a laugh that came out more like a choke. “Of course not.” “Uh-huh.” She sauntered back to the couch and flopped down like she was settling in for an interrogation, glaring at me like she could see every secret I’d ever tried to bury. “Then why did you t

  • MY UNDOING   006

    MACEY What the hell are you doing here? That was the first thing I said when Damien finally let go of my face. He didn’t answer. Not really. He just pressed his forehead to mine like he needed the anchor, his chest rising and falling so hard I could feel it in my own bones. His voice was low, almost broken, whispering the same word over and over again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Sorry? God, no. If only he knew. I wasn’t sorry at all. My lips still tingled, my pulse racing like it had just discovered a new beat it preferred over the old one. That kiss wasn’t something I regretted—it was something I wanted to frame, replay, and live inside of forever. And instead of being smart, instead of pushing him away like a version of me with actual self-control would’ve done, I leaned in and kissed him again. Quick. Desperate. Hungry. When I pulled back, I practically stumbled to the door, locking it fast, because apparently we lived in a reality where Damien Blackwood showed up at

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