ログインAnd the entire time, Lyra kept thinking about Damien.Where was he? What was he doing? Was he thinking about her at all?The day passed in a blur of anxiety and internal turmoil.By the time the guests were expected to arrive, Lyra was a complete mess internally, though she'd managed to maintain a composed exterior.She'd dressed carefully in an elegant emerald dress, not the same color Damien had seen her in at the opening, but still beautiful, still carefully chosen to impress.She'd done her hair and makeup flawlessly.On the outside, she looked perfect.On the inside, she was completely falling apart.***The Hoffmans arrived at seven o'clock sharp, Klaus Hoffman Sr., his wife Margot, and their son Sebastian.Sebastian was, admittedly, handsome. Tall, blonde, well-dressed, with a charming German accent and an easy smile.He was exactly the kind of man her mother would be thrilled to see her with.But Lyra felt absolutely nothing for him.The dinner progressed with formal conversat
"I mean that I know you," Damien said coldly. "I know that you're going to convince yourself that you'll figure out how to tell mother later. You're going to convince yourself that you can go to this dinner and then somehow manage the fallout afterward. You're going to take the easy way out and choose our parents over me""That's not..." Lyra started, but he cut her off."It is," he said flatly. "And I've accepted it. I've accepted that I was wrong about you. I thought you loved me enough to choose me. I thought you loved me enough to fight for us. But I was wrong.""Damien, no, I do love you," Lyra said desperately. "I love you so much. I'm just asking for time to figure out how to handle this....""Time," Damien repeated bitterly. "You've had months. You've had months to decide whether you wanted to be honest about us. And instead, You've told mom you haven't found anyone special while you're sleeping with me every night."He walked toward the window, his silhouette dark against the
Throughout the day, Lyra tried everything.She called his office. His assistant said he was in meetings and couldn't be disturbed.She texted repeatedly.Her: I'm thinking about what you said.Her: I don't know what to do.Her: Please just talk to me.Nothing.Radio silence.It was worse than anger. Worse than shouting. Worse than any punishment he could have given her.Because the silence meant he was serious. The silence meant he was waiting. The silence meant her decision actually mattered to him, and he was giving her the space to make it, but only one way would keep him in her life.Around 10 AM, she made a decision.She was going to call her mother and cancel the dinner.She picked up her phone with shaking hands and pulled up her mother's contact.Her finger hovered over the call button.She could do this. She could just tell her mother that she wasn't feeling well. That she had to work. That something had come up. Any excuse would work.But she didn't call.Instead, she set th
Lyra felt her knees go weak. She reached out and gripped the back of a chair to steady herself."You don't mean that," she said, but even as she said it, she knew he did."I do," Damien said flatly. "And I need to know right now. Are you going to call mom and tell her the truth? Or are you going to this dinner?"Lyra's mind was racing. She thought about their mother, about how excited Isabelle had sounded on the phone. She thought about disappointing her, about having to explain why she wasn't coming. She thought about thier father's reaction when he found out about her and Damien.She thought about losing them."I can't," she whispered. "I can't do it. Not like this. Not with no warning. I need time to think about how to....""No," Damien cut her off. "You don't need time. You need to decide. Right now. Me or our parents. That's the choice.""This is manipulation," Lyra said, her voice shaking. "This is emotional blackmail. You're trying to control me....""I am trying to get you to
By the time evening rolled around, Lyra was a complete mess. She'd barely eaten. She'd called in sick to work. All she could do was wait for him to come home, desperately hoping they could resolve this.***When Damien finally came home around 9 PM, he went directly to his home office and closed the door.Lyra followed him, knocking softly on the door."Go away, Lyra," he said without even opening it."No," she said firmly, pushing the door open. "We're not doing this. We're not going to do the silent treatment thing. We need to talk about what happened."Damien was sitting at his desk, looking at his computer screen. He didn't even glance at her as she entered."There's nothing to discuss," he said coldly. "You've made your choice. You're going to the dinner. You're going to meet mother's German lawyer. And I'm going to accept that.""That's not fair," Lyra said, walking toward him. "You're being completely unfair. I didn't ask for this. I didn't encourage him. mother....""Mom," Dam
"Yes!" Lyra screamed. "Yes, I understand! I'm yours! Only yours!"He thrust into her one final time and came, his cock pulsing inside her, his entire body tensing as he emptied himself completely.But even as he was coming, even as pleasure washed over him, there was something different in his energy. Something darker. Something more dangerous.When it was over, he didn't pull her into his arms like he usually did.Instead, he withdrew from her and immediately moved to the edge of the bed, reaching for his pants.Lyra, confused and still breathing heavily, watched as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the flame casting shadows across his face.He sat there on the edge of the bed, his back against the headboard, smoking in silence while Lyra remained on her knees, her body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.The silence was absolutely suffocating.Lyra wanted to say something, wanted to explain, wanted to defend herself, but she couldn't find the words.Fin
The Savoy Hotel was elegant and luxurious, exactly the kind of place where billionaires and CEOs conducted business.Lyra checked into her suite and tried not to think about the fact that Damien was in the same building.Somewhere. Watching. Waiting.She took a shower and dressed carefully in a pro
"And what about us?""I don't know if there is an 'us' anymore." The words broke her heart even as she said them. "I don't know if what we have is love or obsession or destruction. I need to figure that out away from you."Damien was silent for a long moment.When he finally spoke, his voice was ba
But as she said the words, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was betraying someone.Even though she had no reason to feel guilty.She had every right to make her own choices.Even if one of those choices involved spending the weekend with another man while Damien was somewhere in the city, gi
Lyra looked up, pulling herself out of the acquisition reports she'd been buried in."I'm not obsessing. I'm working," she said, accepting the coffee gratefully."You've been here until midnight every night for three days." Mei sat on the edge of the desk. "You're not sleeping. You're barely eating







