SophiaI stared at my screen, pretending to focus, but all I could think about was Damian and the what he said.If you don't want an audience, be a good girl and come to my office.How was I supposed to stand up and just walk into his office when Mia—his ever-so-grumpy secretary—was still at her desk? Not to mention my new colleagues scattered around, typing away or moving between cubicles. I wasn't exactly invisible here."Ugh," Nessa muttered from the next desk, flipping through a pile of papers. "I hate these forms. I'll go drop them in Mr. Damian's office for signing."My head snapped up—too fast. "I'm heading toward the restroom. Want me to help with that?" I asked, already rising from my seat.Nessa blinked, surprised but not suspicious. "Seriously? Sure, if you don't mind."I smiled and reached for the folder, steadying my breath. "I don't. It's on the way anyway."She handed me the stack without a second thought, murmuring a soft thank you before turning back to her screen.I
SophiaI zipped up my pants and turned slightly in the mirror, checking myself one last time.Business casual. Hair tamed. A bit of lip gloss. Just enough to feel put together. Grown.The butterflies in my stomach hadn't settled since I woke up, but somewhere beneath the nerves was... excitement.I was really doing this. I was really starting at Damian's company today.I smiled a little to myself, brushing invisible lint from my blouse. I couldn't believe I actually suggested it out loud to my dad, no less. What had I been thinking?Well... I knew exactly what I'd been thinking.Damian's eyes on me at dinner. The weight of his gaze. He was daring me to say something. And I did.A knock sounded on the door, breaking my train of thought."Come in," I said, stepping back from the mirror.Dad walked in, dressed in one of his usual crisp suits. His eyes flicked over me and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Looks like someone's all ready."I gave him a light shrug. "Had to be. First impres
DamianThe office was quiet—too quiet for a morning that should've been just another routine start. My suit jacket hung neatly behind me, coffee untouched on the desk, emails piling up in my inbox.Last night kept replaying in my head. Her voice in my ear over the phone, soft and breathy. The sound of her gasping my name when I told her to touch herself. I could practically still hear the way her breath hitched, the way she whispered "Daddy" like it was a confession.God help me, I was drowning in this girl. And I hadn't even scratched the surface of wanting more.The knock on the door snapped me back to the present. I straightened."Come in."The door opened and Charles stepped in with his usual calm presence, wearing a charcoal-gray suit, his hair slicked back like always. He looked the same as he did the day he left. Sharp. Trusted."Damian," he greeted, a smile tugging at his lips. "Still holding down the fort, I see."I stood and crossed the room to shake his hand, a practiced sm
SophiaThe hospital doors slid open with a soft whoosh, and Bree and I stepped out into the evening air.We had just left Bree's aunt inside, finishing up with the doctor. Bree had insisted we give them some space to talk privately, and I was more than happy to step outside. The white walls of the hospital had started to feel suffocating.Bree adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder. "It's not serious," she said, breaking the silence. "They just want to change her meds, monitor her for another week."I nodded, glancing down at my phone for a second, even though I hadn't gotten any new messages. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed."Thanks for coming with me," Bree added.I gave her a small smile. "Of course. She's family."We walked a few steps in silence before she glanced sideways at me. "So... you and Damian."I nearly tripped on the sidewalk. "Seriously?"Bree smirked, arms crossed now. "Don't act shocked. You knew I'd bring it up again."I let out a quiet brea
DamianThe sharp sound of a spank echoed off the bathroom walls.She gasped—soft, breathless—and braced her palms against the tiled wall in front of her. Steam curled in the bathroom, thick and warm, but nothing compared to the heat between us.Her bare back arched slightly, her skin damp from the shower. My hand rested against the curve of her waist, steadying her.Her body trembled as I stepped closer, fitting myself against her, letting my hand roam slowly from her hip to the small of her back. She made a sound—one of those quiet, desperate whimpers that had been haunting me every night since I first touched her."You're insatiable," I muttered against her shoulder, my lips brushing the wet skin.She tilted her head, looking back at me, her voice barely a whisper. "You started it."I chuckled under my breath, one hand trailing down her thigh. I didn't say it out loud, but I loved seeing her like this—undone, breathless, completely mine.Not the daughter of my old friend. Not the sw
Sophia"I'm stepping out for a bit. I'm meeting up with Bree to go check on her aunt," I called out as I made my way downstairs. Mrs. June looked up from the couch where she sat knitting, glasses low on her nose and her legs crossed neatly like always.She gave me a short nod. "Alright, dear. Take care and don't stay out too late.""Of course not," I said, flashing a quick smile. Only if she knew. Only if she knew I wasn't going to meet Bree.Only if she knew I wasn't heading anywhere near the hospital. I was going to Damian.It had been days since the last time—since that night in his office when I left with his taste on my tongue and the feel of him still pressed into my skin. Since then, we hadn't seen each other, not in person at least. But the late-night messages hadn't stopped. The photos. The voice notes that made me squirm beneath the sheets and bury my face in a pillow to muffle the sounds I made.But I was done with fingers and screens. I needed him. Real. Rough. Right now.