Chapter 3

[One Week Later]

DAMIAN’S POV

The secretary’s moan vibrated against my lips as I shoved her against the office desk, her skirt already hiked up around her waist.

She whimpered, grinding against me, her nails scraping down my chest as she fumbled with my belt.

Fuck, she’s so eager.

I smirked against her mouth, biting her lower lip before pulling back to watch her. Her blouse was half-unbuttoned, tits spilling out of her lace bra, and my cock throbbed at the sight.

“Mr. Thorne,” she gasped, her fingers finally popping the button on my slacks.

“You’re such a fucking teas—“

I cut her off with another rough kiss, my tongue sliding against hers as she yanked my zipper down.

Her breath hitched as I palmed her ass, my fingers digging in just as my phone began ringing on the desk.

“Ignore it,” she panted, reaching down to unbuckle my belt.

“Tempting,” I muttered, sliding my hand up her blouse, squeezing her tits through the lacy bra.

The phone kept ringing.

Fucking hell.

“Come on, Mr. Thorne,” she slurred, her hand diving into my boxers, wrapping around my cock, already hard and leaking for her.

I groaned, hips jerking into her grip.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just like that.”

The phone wouldn’t stop ringing. It was so distracting I had to glance at the screen.

She whined, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock, smearing precum.

“Ignore it,” she pleaded, sinking to her knees.

I almost listened. Almost.

Then I caught the name flashing on the screen.

Alaric.

My gut twisted. I hadn’t heard from him in months.

“Fuck, I have to take this,” I muttered, grabbing the phone before she could take me into her mouth.

She glared up at me, lips swollen and pupils blown wide.

“Seriously?”

I shot her a cold look, adjusting myself with one hand while answering with the other.

“I don’t joke with business.”

She huffed but stood, straightening her clothes with a frustrated glare. I didn’t spare her another glance.

“Hello, big brother,” Alaric’s voice crackled through the phone.

I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see it.

“You haven’t changed,” I said, forcing my usual playboy smirk back into place.

He laughed. “Kidding. What’s good? How have you been? How’s business and London?”

“London is fine,” I said, leaning back in my chair, my cock still half-hard, the secretary still shooting me heated looks.

“Though I’m not in London at the moment.”

“Oh? Where are you?”

My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, still hard from the secretary’s teasing. I adjusted myself roughly, trying to focus.

But then, she began stalking back toward me, hips swaying, lips swollen from my kisses, blouse hanging open just enough to tease the lace edges of her bra.

She dropped to her knees between my spread legs without a word, her fingers making quick work of my belt again.

Fuck.

I should stop her, but I didn’t.

My breath hitched as she yanked my slacks and boxers down, freeing my cock, thick and leaking for her.

She didn’t waste time.

Her hot little tongue licked a slow stripe from base to tip before swirling around the head, collecting the precum.

Christ.

I bit back a groan, gripping the phone tighter.

“Damian?” Alaric’s voice crackled in my ear through the receiver.

“Yeah,” I gritted out, jaw clenching as her lips parted and she sank down on me in one smooth glide.

Fuck.

Her mouth was pure sin, wet, tight, relentless. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she pulled back, tongue pressing against the vein underneath.

I couldn’t help it.

My hips jerked upward, fucking deeper into her throat. She gagged but didn’t stop, her nails digging into my thighs as she took me deeper, her nose brushing against the base.

God damn.

Her free hand cupped my balls, rolling them before trailing lower, pressing against the sensitive skin behind them.

My abs tightened, a ragged curse slipping past my lips.

“Everything okay?” Alaric asked, oblivious.

“Fine,” I managed, my voice strained.

The secretary’s eyes flicked up to mine, dark with lust. Her tongue swirled around the head before she pulled off with a filthy pop, only to dive back down, bobbing faster.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Every drag of her lips sent heat coiling low in my gut. Her hand joined her mouth, stroking what she couldn’t take, her thumb smearing precum over the slit with every pass.

I was losing it.

My free hand fisted in her hair, guiding her pace, hips rocking up to meet her. She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my cock.

“You said you’re not in London,” Alaric’s voice cackled, pulling me back.

“Y-yeah,” I strained.

“I came to handle business at the Texas branch. You know Ellis has been managing the U.S. branches, but he’s been really swamped lately, so I’m here to check reports.”

The secretary’s fingers crept lower again, teasing my rim before pressing in just slightly. My whole body tensed, pleasure sparking white-hot behind my eyelids.

I should stop this.

But then she slid her other hand between her legs, rubbing herself through her soaked panties.

The sight of her, lips stretched around me while she touched herself, was too much.

I was gonna fucking cum.

“Really?” Alaric said, surprised. “Cindy is in Texas too.”

I froze, my release rushing back, pleasure crashing into pain as her name echoed in my head, killing every ounce of desire.

Cindy.

Her name hit me like a bullet to the chest.

I yanked the secretary off me sharply. She pouted but stayed quiet.

“Your sister is in Texas?” I asked, my gut flipping treacherously.

“Yes.”

I furrowed my brows suspiciously.

“You’ve always kept her whereabouts hidden. You never even told me where she was when I asked. So why the sudden reveal?”

Ric’s voice dropped into something serious.

“Yeah. You’re right. I did that because”

He paused.

“I know it hurt when you found out she got married. I know you really loved her back then, so I didn’t want to keep hurting you with details about her life, Damian.”

I went quiet.

The memories came rushing back.

I had known Alaric and Cindy since childhood in D.C.

She was just a year older, brilliant, no-nonsense.

I used to tease her constantly, pulled her hair, hid her books, played the annoying little pest just to get her attention. I was a brat, and she hated it.

When I turned sixteen, I finally summoned the courage and asked her out.

But she turned me down without blinking, called me a bully, told me I was immature.

I laughed it off then, but it stung. More than I admitted to anyone.

Not long after that, my family moved permanently to London. I thought I would forget her.

But I never did.

I grew up, started my tech empire at twenty-one, and now I am CEO of D.T. Tech Innovations, a multinational software and AI firm.

But through it all, I could not forget her. I could not forget those piercing blue eyes, soft wavy brunette hair, and that perfect slender frame that made every outfit look ethereal on her.

No other woman ever came close.

When I heard she had gotten married, I was devastated. My last shred of hope crashed. My last hope shattered. I ended up hospitalized for a week before recovering.

And since then, I could not bring myself to like another woman.

At least, not seriously.

I fucked. A lot. Models, actresses, secretaries, anyone who could help me forget. But none of them ever meant anything.

Because none of them were her.

“Hello?” Alaric’s voice snapped me back.

“Yes,” I replied quickly, my voice rougher than I intended.

“I’m here. Sorry.”

“She reached out to me,” Alaric said. “She needs you.”

My heart skipped, fist clenching.

“She needs me?” I asked, disbelief tightening my throat. “She probably doesn’t even remember me. Why would she need me?”

“It’s complicated,” Alaric said. “When you see her, you will understand. But I need you to do this for me. For her.”

“What is it?”

“She wants to get back at her husband. He’s been acting funny lately, and she needs you to help her make a statement.”

I blinked. “Wait, what exactly are you saying?”

“I am saying she needs you to pretend to be her boyfriend.”

“What?”

“It’s fake, Damian. Just pretend. She wants to make him squirm. You will understand when she explains it all.”

The secretary reached for me again, but I caught her wrist and shoved her away harder than I meant to.

“Get out,” I snapped, anger flooding me.

She flinched, grabbed her heels, and left, glaring.

I ignored her, focusing on Alaric.

“That’s dangerous,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “She’s a married woman.”

“It’s not what you think. Like I said, it’s complicated. But she will explain. Just do this for her. For me.”

I hesitated.

“I know you love her,” Alaric added gently.

“You’ve always loved her. You never moved on. This might be your only chance to show her your sincerity. To win her over.”

I took a deep breath.

Fuck.

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea.

But it was her.

“I am only in Texas for a month,” I said. “I will be returning to London afterward.”

“A month is enough. It’s more than enough.”

Silence stretched between us, but my heart already had the answer.

This is my opportunity. A once-in-a-lifetime chance. I can’t miss it.

“All right,” I finally said. “Text me her address.”