LOGINLEAH'S POV "What if she doesn't like me?" I asked, pacing back and forth in the room while Damien packed our bags. "C'mon, babe. She's a nice woman. She'll love you and I'm sure you'll love her too," Damien assured me as he folded another shirt and placed it inside the suitcase. I turned to look at him. "You make it sound so easy." "Because it is." He said without even looking up at me. "No, it isn't." I walked over to the bed twisting the duvet nervously. "She's your former mother-in-law. What if she looks at me and thinks I'm not good enough for you? Plus I'm sure she wouldn't be glad that her son-in-law is getting married to someone else." Damien stopped what he was doing and looked at me."Why would you think that?" "Because I'm me." I shrugged, feeling small under his gaze. He raised an eyebrow. "And what's wrong with being you?" "Nothing." I sighed. "But she's your former mother-in-law. She probably has an idea of the kind of woman she wants you to be with. Charmin, sop
Emily's POV Sitting in the car, I stared through the windshield as Jeremy and my dad walked into the jeweler's shop. Something had been off with Jeremy lately. He had become extra sneaky, and whenever I asked him what was going on, he always found a way to get around my questions without actually giving me a proper answer. At first, I had tried to ignore it because I trusted him. But lately, the feeling that he was hiding something from me had become impossible to shake. I watched the glass doors close behind them and sighed, leaning back against my seat. "You should trust him more," I muttered to myself. "See? He didn't lie. He really was meeting your dad." I tried to convince myself that I was being paranoid, but something still didn't feel right. Why had Jeremy suddenly become so secretive? Why did he keep checking his phone whenever I walked into the room? And why had he looked like he was about to have a heart attack when I asked where he was going this morning? I stared a
Damien POV The private elevator doors slid open into the garage. Marcus was already waiting beside the black car, engine running, back door held open. His eyes stayed carefully fixed on the ground as I carried Leah out, still wrapped in my jacket. I slid into the back seat with her in my arms and pulled the door shut. The second we were inside, I reached forward and closed the partition with a firm click, sealing us off completely. Then I pushed the jacket off her shoulders and yanked her into my lap so she straddled me. My cock was already hard again, thick and aching. I freed myself with one hand while the other gripped her hip, guiding her down. Leah sank onto me in one slow, wet slide. Both of us groaned at the feel. She was still soaked from the office, her pussy soft and swollen as it stretched around every inch of me. “Ahh… Damien…” she started to moan. I immediately clamped my hand over her mouth, fingers pressing firmly against her lips. “Quiet,” I growled against he
Damien POV I kissed her deeply like I was starving for it claiming her lips with mine while sliding my tongue against hers until she melted into me. I tightly gripped her waist and lifted her off the floor, setting her on the edge of the desk in one smooth motion. Paper scattered all across the floor and a closer hit the carpet with a soft thud but I couldn't care less not with someone this appetizing in front of me.. “Nice way to de-stress me fiancé” I muttered under my breath “Now I'm going to show you how grateful I am” She chuckled at my words, I stepped between her thighs and pushed them wider, placing my palm between her legs. I found her panties already damp. Fuck I could never get enough of this woman no matter how hard I tried. “Wet already, Miss Hayes?” I murmured against her mouth in a low voice.. “Mmm…Mr Cross would you have it any other way? It's not my fault I have such a hot fiancé…” she breathed, hips shifting toward my hand. Without another word I tugged the
Damien's POV "Marcus, please tell me you have something tangible for me related to Isabella's case," I said as he handed me a file. "Not yet, sir. And the police are ruling out any foul play. They're saying it's suicide." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Yeah, right. You and I both know that's not true." First it was Cassian. Now Isabella. I was glad they were both out of my life, but I couldn't bring myself to feel comfortable about their deaths. Someone had killed them—someone who was still out there. And if I didn't find them, they could come after me. Or Leah. "The board members are already waiting for you in the conference room, sir," Marcus reminded me. With a sigh, I stood up and grabbed my jacket off the coat rack. Marcus trailed behind me as I headed out the door. "And, oh, sir," Marcus whispered as we walked. "Congratulations on your engagement." I stopped and turned to look at him. A small smile tugged at my lips. "Thank you, Marcus." He nodded, a rare smile cross
ETHAN'S POV I grabbed my jacket and hurried out of the house. I couldn't keep Leah waiting. She must have thought about everything I'd said and realized I wasn't wrong. Maybe she'd finally understood that Damien wasn't the right man for her. Maybe she was ready to give me a chance. My phone pinged. I pulled it out and looked at the message. Leah had sent me the café's name and address. I smiled to myself before slipping the phone back into my pocket. I drove there as quickly as I could. The café was small and quiet, tucked away on a side street. I got there before her and chose a table near the window. I kept checking the door. My leg bounced underneath the table. Then the door opened and Leah walked in. My heart skipped; she always had that effect on me. She looked beautiful. She looked around looking for me so I stood up and waved at her. "Leah. Here.” She walked over and sat across from me, placing her bag beside her. "Hey." "Hey." I smiled. "Thanks for coming." "No I
I wake up alone.The bed is massive and empty, sheets cool on Damien’s side. Sunlight stabs through the blinds straight into my eyes. My body hurts in ways I didn’t expect — thighs burning from clamping around his head, core tender and swollen from how many times he made me come, nipples sensitive
I don’t know how long we stay on the couch like that—me curled in his lap, naked except for the slip dress bunched around my waist, him fully clothed but holding me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. His hand strokes slow circles on my back, his lips brush my temple every few minute
The penthouse is too quiet at midnight.Emily crashed hours ago—too much rosé, too much sun, too much gossip about some guy she’s been texting. The rooftop lights are off, the pool dark and still. I’m standing outside Damien’s office door in the hallway that feels longer than it did this afternoon,
I’m sweating before I even step off the elevator.Miami in July doesn’t care that I took two buses and walked six blocks in this dress. The heat clings like a second skin, making the thin white cotton stick to my ribs. My tote bag slaps against my hip—towel, dollar-store sunscreen, the dog-eared co







