“Aria”.
Damian's voice echoed with the warmth of his thunder.
I turned, relief flooding me.
He stood across the garden, his eyes fixed on Tyler.
My gratitude was unmatched.
I heard Damian saying "Get up!" as he stood.
Tyler raised his hands. "Just hanging on." What's next?
The presence of Damian was unremarkable. "You're not welcome here.". Not near her. Not in this city.”.
Tyler smirked. “Wow. Do they have a commanding presence?
Low and dangerous, Damian's voice was heard as he said: "You don’t want to test me.
Tyler's gaze widened to look at me, and then towards Damian. "This won't endure.". Girls like her? They break. And when she does”.
The speed at which Damian moved was almost non-existent to me.
Tyler was grabbed by the collar and slammed against the garden wall. He continued.
She was broke,' said Damian growling. "And she is standing." What did they mean?
I was positioned behind him, with my breath trapped between my mouth and my heart.
"Leave, then depart," Damian pleaded. "Before I forget that I'm wearing a suit.".
Tyler appeared shaken for the first time.
He removed his shirt and left, muttering something unfamiliar to me.
Upon his departure, Damian's eyes softened and he looked at me.
“Are you okay?”.
Nodding amidst my discomfort.
He caressed my face. "I should have stayed with you.".
I said no. At the right time, you came." What happened? Why?
He didn't speak. I was pulled into his arms by him.
I allowed myself to feel secure for a moment.’
But I had a feeling at the core that this wasn't finished.
My past was brought to her by his mother. The extent of her game was beyond our expectations.
Next time, I may not be able to stand. However...
Aria.
Upon returning to my car, I was filled with discomfort and began to tremble.
With my hands in my lap and fingers firmly planted, Damian was constantly staring at me from behind the wheel, as if I were about to collapse.
His voice lowered as soon as he finally said, "Say something.".
I had no idea what to say.'". I could still see Tyler's grin. To this day, I'm hearing his voice in my mind.
More importantly, I observed Damian's effortless movement of Tyler against the wall.
He'd been terrifying. And perfect.
“I'm sorry,” I finally whispered.
"What's the reason for your apology," Damian scowled.
I brought all of this into your life, because.
My mess... my past.”.
His sudden acceleration caused the car to be pulled over to one side by him.
Then he looked back at me.
He responded negatively, saying "No thanks.".
Aria, it's clear that you have a positive past. It's painful. And it wasn't your fault.”.
Tears soaked up my eyes. “Nevertheless, it'll be fatal to everything.". Your mom's already”.
I'm not concerned about my mom.".
It's your legacy, that'd you say?
Your company. Your name.”.
“I care about you more.”.
He smacked me with his words.' Warm and heavy.
"Ariana, I know you're not the girl I picked up,” he declared.
With you. All of it.”.
I gazed at him, and it felt like a crack in my heart.
I wanted to believe it.
I intended to have the confidence that I could fit in with him.
“I'm scared,” I said.
He reached out and grabbed me.". He had a warm, steady palm. "Let's secure you.".
I nodded, just once. That was my current limit of what I could do.
Once again he put the brakes on and we drove in silence. Silence is inconsequential—just not enough with words.'
After reaching his penthouse, I followed him in and felt like my feet had barely touched the ground. It was a beautiful day.
Upon entering, he immediately turned towards me. “Please don’t disturb me this evening.”.
“I thought I already was.”.
A smile formed on his lips as he said, "I mean, stay.". In my room. My bed.”.
My heart skipped.
I don’t want anything,’ he added.
Make sure you feel safe.”.
I hesitated... but then nodded.
The feeling of being safe was unparalleled when I was near him.
He gave me a soft T-shirt from his drawer and turned away as I changed. It was so nice of him. I looked at my reflection.’ The. Although I was engulfed by his shirt, I didn't care. Why?
Upon reaching the bed, I entered.
After a second thought, Damian joined me and maintained his support.
I said softly, "You can do without restraint.".
That was all it took.
His arms embraced me, pulling me towards his chest with warmth and strength that caused me to melt without any indication.
He kissed me on the head. "Slumber, please," asked him.
I stayed awake with closed eyes, but my alarm was still off.
Not because I was scared.
All of his qualities were within my grasp. His chest against my back. His breath on my neck. He had his hand on my waist.'...
Moved me slightly, and his grip became.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
He shed softly. “Keep going forward, don't worry about what comes next.” She continued.
My cheeks flamed.
But I didn't stop moving.
“Aria,” he warned, voice husky.
With my lips touching his cheek, I turned to face him. “Don't be me.”.
There was no movement from him. His mouth collided with mine, hungry and deep in my thoughts.
Then he moved his hand under the shirt to my waist and touched my naked skin with his fingers.? Then, I gasped and he continued the kissing, which was more intense.
I kissed him, in need of more.’ The. I Need him.
He rolled me gently beneath him, breaking the kiss before saying, "Stop making eye contact.".
But I didn't.
I didn't want him to experience it. Why?
His lips ran down my neck and every part of my body that made contact with his collarbone.
My breath came faster. My heart beat wild.
Upon coming face to face with me, I felt secure.
Wanted.
Whole.
Then, we were tangled together, our hearts still beating.
Despite being scared, he asked me to brush my face with my hair.
"I said no," she replied. "Not at all.".
Slow and steady, he kissed me once more. It was a deep kiss.
I had never felt like I could stand up to anything in the future and for the first time since.
But that peace didn't last.
The next morning, I was awoken by the sound of Damian's phone buzzing. Why?
He answered quietly, too quietly.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders stiff.'
“What's it?” I asked.
He didn't look at me.
Instead of something else, he said two words that made my stomach water.
“She knows.”.
I ran.My breath scorched in my lungs, my heart crashing against my ribs like a drum as I held my son’s small hand. “Keep going, Leo,” I gasped, willing my legs to move more quickly.Heavy footsteps echoed behind us. I knew that they were getting closer. I had no reason to glance back for reassurance. All day, I had felt their eyes on me, watching, waiting — until they finally made their move.And now Damian Sinclair’s men were here to steal it all away.Leo whined, falling behind. “Mommy, I’m tired.”I sat stiff as a board in the backseat of Damian’s luxury SUV, my fists balled so tightly my nails cut into my palms. Leo sat next to me, his tiny frame wedged against mine, his large eyes alternating between me and the man dining across the table.Damian.He sat with his legs crossed, his piercing blue eyes boring into me. He seemed completely relaxed, as if abducting me and my son was merely a business deal.I swallowed, breathing through the tension. I needed to be calm for Leo. There
Damian and I stepped inside the massive mansion with his hand steady on the small of my back, and I gritted my teeth. The moment we arrived, all that burden of my past sunk me.The towering ceilings. The giant chandelier shimmered like a thousand little stars. The click of the marble floors below our feet cost thousands.Nothing had changed.Except for me.I was no longer that frightened little girl who used to live in that house, looking for a way out. Yet standing next to Damian, I still experienced that overwhelming sense of entrapment.Leo’s little fingers gripped my dress tightly. I could feel how much he hesitated, how scared he was. I crouched next to him, smoothing his tangled brown curls from his face.“It’s O.K., baby,” I murmured. “Mommy’s right here.”His lip trembled. “I don’t like it here.”Neither do I.Before I could respond, Damian’s low voice sliced through the air. “You’ll get used to it.”I shot him a glare. “He’s not staying here.”His face was inscrutable, but th
A knock woke me up in the morning.It was firm. Controlled.Damian.My young son, Leo, roused next to me and clutched the bed sheets as if he could feel the tension in the air. My heart raced as I looked at the clock on the nightstand. 6:00 a.m.I wasn’t ready for this.For him.For whatever battle was waiting for me behind that door.Holding my breath, I slipped slowly out of bed Leo was still [snuggled] in. I paused then walked to the door, combing through my tangled strands, fully aware of the fact that despite trying something, I would still appear tired.I opened the door to find Damian standing there, dressed in a crisp black button-down and fitted slacks. He looked as though he belonged in a boardroom, not the middle of my nightmare.His eyes skimmed over me, noting my rumpled clothes, and my tired eyes. Something unreadable flickered across his face, but he did not comment.“Breakfast is ready,” he told me.I frowned. “And?”His mouth turned up slightly but there was no warmth
I barely slept that night.I knew every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the reality I was trapped in. Leo was under Damian's roof, under his spell. And however hard I kicked, he would always come out on top.I couldn’t let that happen.I needed a plan.My first concern was Leo’s safety, but I couldn’t simply take him and run. Damian would find us. He had resources power, and connections that I could not hope to fight on my own.I had to be careful.I had to be smart.The morning came too soon, and with it, the burden of another day in Damian’s world.I laid out Leo’s clothes and helped him get dressed again, smiling tightly as he went on about starting school. He was so enthusiastic, and I didn’t want to quell that enthusiasm. Toyed with the idea of giving Damian control over this, even if every fiber in me was screaming not to.I brought Leo downstairs for breakfast, bracing myself for another silent standoff with Damian.But the dining room was empty.For a moment, I allo
I hated how my skin was still buzzing from Damian’s touch.His few words—“I will”— filled me with dread. Reverberated in my mind long after he’d walked away.But more than anything, I hated that somewhere in my soul of souls, the treacherous part of me just wanted to know what freedom would feel like if I’d just let go. To stop fighting him.I clenched my fists. No. But I wasn’t about to let him get in my head.I had a plan to figure it out.Damian may have dominion over my life at this very moment, but that didn’t mean I had to lie down and acquaint myself with it. “ There has to be a way out of this.I froze, my heart thudding in my ears as the woman’s icy blue gaze took me in.Damian’s mother.I should have guessed meeting her wouldn’t be pleasant, but something in her gaze — as if I were some bug under a microscope— put an ice-cold shiver in my spine.She was stunning in an impossible way, silver hair slicked back into a high chignon, dress immaculately against her slender body. B
I just managed to get through dinner without lashing out.Damian’s mother sat at the head of the grand dining table, elegant and stately, eyeing me as if I were a stray cat who had wandered into her oh-so-perfect life.Leo remained blissfully unaware, chatting gaily with Damian about the fish pond and the flowers, but I could feel the unsaid words of the three adults in the room.It was suffocating.My appetite had long since abandoned me, and I picked at my food. Damian, meanwhile, ate with wild abandon.Finally, his mother spoke. “So, Miss Carter”“Aria”, I corrected stiffly.Her lips curled slightly. “Aria. “How much longer are you going to play this game?”I stilled. “What game?”She pinkie-fingered her silverware onto the floor. “The game in which you pretend you have control. Where you pretend you’re not at my son’s mercy.”My jaw clenched. “I don’t play games when it comes to protecting my son.”Her gaze sharpened. “Neither do I.”The room fell dead silent for a moment.Then sh
I should have shut the door in his face.I should have pushed him away, told him to get away from me, and reminded him I wasn’t in town for this.But I didn’t.I felt the world expand into the space between us as Damian inched closer, just enough for me to feel the heat rising off his body as my breath caught in my throat."You’re lying," he murmured.I swallowed hard. "About what?"His fingers skimmed over my jaw, a whispering caress that had me shivering in response, whether I wanted to or not. "About not wanting me."The heat curling in my stomach, I willed myself to hold his gaze, to stand against it. “You think you can scare me into admitting to something that’s not true?”He chuckled, low and amused. “I do not need to terrorize you, Aria. I just need to wait.""Wait for what?" I snapped.“For that moment you can no longer lie to yourself.”I hated how smug he looked. How confident. How he pretended he already knew how this would go.I breathed slowly and stepped back, clutching
I needed to get out of this house.Away from Damian. Away from his mother. From this tight stranglehold, they were trying to have on my life.But the thing was there was nowhere else for me to go.And Damian knew that.Once I put Leo to bed with a book, I paced the small apartment so my mind wouldn’t race.I needed a plan.I couldn’t sit here and wait for Damian to determine my fate.But all roads lead back to the same bitter fact: I was broke, homeless, and had no real way of putting up a fight against his influence.Maybe I could run again, but after everything, would I be able to?Would he let me?I shook the thought away.I was not his prisoner.I refused to be.A knock on the door caused me to freeze.I knew who it was before I even twisted the knob.Damian loomed in the frame, one hand braced against it, a full-body scan of my flushed face that made me feel like he already knew precisely what was going through my head."We need to talk," he said.I folded my arms. "I don’t think
“Aria”. Damian's voice echoed with the warmth of his thunder. I turned, relief flooding me. He stood across the garden, his eyes fixed on Tyler. My gratitude was unmatched. I heard Damian saying "Get up!" as he stood. Tyler raised his hands. "Just hanging on." What's next? The presence of Damian was unremarkable. "You're not welcome here.". Not near her. Not in this city.”. Tyler smirked. “Wow. Do they have a commanding presence? Low and dangerous, Damian's voice was heard as he said: "You don’t want to test me. Tyler's gaze widened to look at me, and then towards Damian. "This won't endure.". Girls like her? They break. And when she does”. The speed at which Damian moved was almost non-existent to me. Tyler was grabbed by the collar and slammed against the garden wall. He continued. She was broke,' said Damian growling. "And she is standing." What did they mean? I was positioned behind him, with my breath trapped between my mouth and my heart. "Leave, then depart," Dam
Aria. The air turned heavy. Smoke was present everywhere I breathed. It felt like an explosion. My fingers trembled as I faced the mother of Dolphin, who was Daisy's mother. There's no need to say her name. It was weighed down by the insecurity and how the walls seemed to retreat. She was dressed in icy finery and her pearls looked as expensive as my entire life. Although my voice wasn't quite the right tone, I still professed my fear of you. She smiled. Not kind. Not amused. Her creepy smile signaled that she had already planned out ten harms to inflict pain, including the most painful one. “You should be,” she whispered. The moment Damian stepped between us, I was almost caught. "Enough," he growled bitterly. But she didn't flinch. Not a single drop of sweat. "Do you think this little girl is worthy of our respect, Damian?". I swallowed hard. Little girl. Not a woman. Not equal. Not even human. Just a thing. Something she could erase. “Shut up on her like that,” Damian
I needed to get out of this house.Away from Damian. Away from his mother. From this tight stranglehold, they were trying to have on my life.But the thing was there was nowhere else for me to go.And Damian knew that.Once I put Leo to bed with a book, I paced the small apartment so my mind wouldn’t race.I needed a plan.I couldn’t sit here and wait for Damian to determine my fate.But all roads lead back to the same bitter fact: I was broke, homeless, and had no real way of putting up a fight against his influence.Maybe I could run again, but after everything, would I be able to?Would he let me?I shook the thought away.I was not his prisoner.I refused to be.A knock on the door caused me to freeze.I knew who it was before I even twisted the knob.Damian loomed in the frame, one hand braced against it, a full-body scan of my flushed face that made me feel like he already knew precisely what was going through my head."We need to talk," he said.I folded my arms. "I don’t think
I should have shut the door in his face.I should have pushed him away, told him to get away from me, and reminded him I wasn’t in town for this.But I didn’t.I felt the world expand into the space between us as Damian inched closer, just enough for me to feel the heat rising off his body as my breath caught in my throat."You’re lying," he murmured.I swallowed hard. "About what?"His fingers skimmed over my jaw, a whispering caress that had me shivering in response, whether I wanted to or not. "About not wanting me."The heat curling in my stomach, I willed myself to hold his gaze, to stand against it. “You think you can scare me into admitting to something that’s not true?”He chuckled, low and amused. “I do not need to terrorize you, Aria. I just need to wait.""Wait for what?" I snapped.“For that moment you can no longer lie to yourself.”I hated how smug he looked. How confident. How he pretended he already knew how this would go.I breathed slowly and stepped back, clutching
I just managed to get through dinner without lashing out.Damian’s mother sat at the head of the grand dining table, elegant and stately, eyeing me as if I were a stray cat who had wandered into her oh-so-perfect life.Leo remained blissfully unaware, chatting gaily with Damian about the fish pond and the flowers, but I could feel the unsaid words of the three adults in the room.It was suffocating.My appetite had long since abandoned me, and I picked at my food. Damian, meanwhile, ate with wild abandon.Finally, his mother spoke. “So, Miss Carter”“Aria”, I corrected stiffly.Her lips curled slightly. “Aria. “How much longer are you going to play this game?”I stilled. “What game?”She pinkie-fingered her silverware onto the floor. “The game in which you pretend you have control. Where you pretend you’re not at my son’s mercy.”My jaw clenched. “I don’t play games when it comes to protecting my son.”Her gaze sharpened. “Neither do I.”The room fell dead silent for a moment.Then sh
I hated how my skin was still buzzing from Damian’s touch.His few words—“I will”— filled me with dread. Reverberated in my mind long after he’d walked away.But more than anything, I hated that somewhere in my soul of souls, the treacherous part of me just wanted to know what freedom would feel like if I’d just let go. To stop fighting him.I clenched my fists. No. But I wasn’t about to let him get in my head.I had a plan to figure it out.Damian may have dominion over my life at this very moment, but that didn’t mean I had to lie down and acquaint myself with it. “ There has to be a way out of this.I froze, my heart thudding in my ears as the woman’s icy blue gaze took me in.Damian’s mother.I should have guessed meeting her wouldn’t be pleasant, but something in her gaze — as if I were some bug under a microscope— put an ice-cold shiver in my spine.She was stunning in an impossible way, silver hair slicked back into a high chignon, dress immaculately against her slender body. B
I barely slept that night.I knew every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the reality I was trapped in. Leo was under Damian's roof, under his spell. And however hard I kicked, he would always come out on top.I couldn’t let that happen.I needed a plan.My first concern was Leo’s safety, but I couldn’t simply take him and run. Damian would find us. He had resources power, and connections that I could not hope to fight on my own.I had to be careful.I had to be smart.The morning came too soon, and with it, the burden of another day in Damian’s world.I laid out Leo’s clothes and helped him get dressed again, smiling tightly as he went on about starting school. He was so enthusiastic, and I didn’t want to quell that enthusiasm. Toyed with the idea of giving Damian control over this, even if every fiber in me was screaming not to.I brought Leo downstairs for breakfast, bracing myself for another silent standoff with Damian.But the dining room was empty.For a moment, I allo
A knock woke me up in the morning.It was firm. Controlled.Damian.My young son, Leo, roused next to me and clutched the bed sheets as if he could feel the tension in the air. My heart raced as I looked at the clock on the nightstand. 6:00 a.m.I wasn’t ready for this.For him.For whatever battle was waiting for me behind that door.Holding my breath, I slipped slowly out of bed Leo was still [snuggled] in. I paused then walked to the door, combing through my tangled strands, fully aware of the fact that despite trying something, I would still appear tired.I opened the door to find Damian standing there, dressed in a crisp black button-down and fitted slacks. He looked as though he belonged in a boardroom, not the middle of my nightmare.His eyes skimmed over me, noting my rumpled clothes, and my tired eyes. Something unreadable flickered across his face, but he did not comment.“Breakfast is ready,” he told me.I frowned. “And?”His mouth turned up slightly but there was no warmth
Damian and I stepped inside the massive mansion with his hand steady on the small of my back, and I gritted my teeth. The moment we arrived, all that burden of my past sunk me.The towering ceilings. The giant chandelier shimmered like a thousand little stars. The click of the marble floors below our feet cost thousands.Nothing had changed.Except for me.I was no longer that frightened little girl who used to live in that house, looking for a way out. Yet standing next to Damian, I still experienced that overwhelming sense of entrapment.Leo’s little fingers gripped my dress tightly. I could feel how much he hesitated, how scared he was. I crouched next to him, smoothing his tangled brown curls from his face.“It’s O.K., baby,” I murmured. “Mommy’s right here.”His lip trembled. “I don’t like it here.”Neither do I.Before I could respond, Damian’s low voice sliced through the air. “You’ll get used to it.”I shot him a glare. “He’s not staying here.”His face was inscrutable, but th