LOGINDamienSeven in the morning. She'd fallen asleep barely an hour ago.I was watching her — because I couldn't not. She was beautiful. Ethereal. God, how could words ever capture Hailey? You didn't describe her — you felt her. She was the kind of beauty that silenced language itself, the kind that lived somewhere between breath and heartbeat.She was breathtaking — and at the same time, the reason I wanted to breathe again.So full of life that she lit up every room she walked into.And somehow, she'd brightened my entire dark existence.She gave meaning to a life that had none.I didn't know when I fell for her. Maybe it happened long before that first night at the hotel. Maybe I'd been hers even before I knew what love was.I was in love with Hailey before I even understood the word love.She was my sweetest addiction — one I'd never regret. And I'd rather fucking die than let go of it. Healthy or not, I didn't give a damn.Of all the things I'd ever gotten drunk or high on, Hailey wa
HaileyLike he'd said—it felt like his official apology.His lips closed around that sensitive spot, and his fingers moved inside me, exploring every inch of my body as if it were a canvas, igniting a fire within."Oh, Damien..." I threw my head back, gripping the bedsheet as if it were my lifeline. His hand slid under my crop top, fingers wrapping around my neck, while he curled them deeper inside me.His tongue danced with expertise, tracing the lines of my most sensitive spots. It was as if he knew my body like an instrument, hitting every note just right—the right spot, the right rhythm, the right intensity—he was nailing it all.I squeezed my eyes shut, the aftershocks of my previous orgasm still rippling through me. But he was relentless, determined to coax another wave from deep within my bones."Damien, I can't take it anymore—" I cried out, my legs trembling, my hips bucking. "I fucking—" My words were cut off as he thrust his fingers into my mouth, the same fingers that h
HaileyWe lay tangled on the bed, his arms locked around me from behind. My chest pressed against the warmth of his back, his breath brushing through my hair as he inhaled me slowly—like I was something he'd earned but couldn't touch.He wasn't doing anything—just exactly what I'd asked.No kisses.No hands wandering where they shouldn't.No breaking the fragile line I'd drawn.And still... I was burning.The ache pooled low in my stomach, spreading through my body like wildfire. Every beat of my heart throbbed against his spine. Every inch of restraint felt like a blade pressed to my skin.I wanted to turn, to taste him—to let his mouth ruin me the way his silence already did. But my pride was a cruel mistress, and I'd been the one to set the rules.I shifted closer. He chuckled, the sound low, dark."You're breaking the rules, Bunny."His voice vibrated against my neck. His breath was hot enough to make me shiver."It's not working," I whispered, my resolve dissolving in the space b
Hailey"How did you find out about the club incident?" I asked, even though the memory alone sent a chill down my spine. "You didn't even know which club I was in.""Your dear Carter did," he said bitterly. It was hard to hide my smile—seeing him jealous was strangely satisfying. But then he sighed, his tone softening. "Still, I'm glad he knew. It was his club, actually. I called him the moment you left. He checked the cameras—there was a birthday party that night—and as soon as he saw you, he told me to get there.""I see..." I breathed, grateful to Carter. Without him, I might've never discovered what I truly wanted. He made everything clear—what was worth fighting for."I'm sorry, Bunny," he whispered. His eyes stayed on the road, but I could feel the guilt in his tightened grip on the wheel, in the hardness of his gaze."It's okay," I murmured, brushing my fingers through his hair, pushing it back gently. It was as soft as I remembered. "Besides, you've got plenty of time to prove
Hailey"He's the one who told me everything," I said softly, watching Damien shoot deadly stares at Carter, who simply avoided his gaze and continued with his breakfast.But the stares didn't stop. Damien looked like he wanted to kill Carter, and Carter looked like he was far too used to it to care."He basically did all of this to knock some sense into your head, Damien," I said again. "He never once tried to push you away from me. It was all part of his plan.""I somehow find that very hard to believe," Damien muttered, taking a sip of his espresso, "He isn't that kind of an asshole. He's the kind who likes to fuck my life up.""Well, obviously, years of hiding don't change the blackened hearts of some people," Carter said in a singsong, mocking tone as he reached for his sandwich—only for Damien to push it away."What exactly are you playing at, Cart
HaileyAs his car came to a halt, so did my heart. I watched him—he didn't even bother to park properly. He threw the door open and rushed out. His eyes first landed on Carter, then on me, and in that instant, all the anger I'd glimpsed in them just moments ago seemed to melt away. Of course, I had disappeared for an entire day—he had every right to be concerned, angry, or however he wanted to be.He strode toward me, his steps fast, controlled, and unflinching, his gaze locked on mine. Carter stepped aside with a small chuckle, "Guess you two need some privacy," and walked away, leaving us alone.The air around me felt tighter as he stopped before me.I knew what he'd been through was hellish—but that didn't give him the right to put me through what he had. I'd be mad at him for that... for a long, long time. But right now? Right now, I wanted to let him back. Back into my soul. Ba







