Se connecterROXANNE POVLow music played softly in the background of the villa, blending with the gentle sound of water as I moved through the pool.I let myself sink just a little deeper into the pool, the coolness of it gliding over my naked skin as I moved slowly. For once, I wasn’t thinking about anything.Not the past.Not the investigation.Not even tomorrow.Just…this moment.I dipped beneath the surface, letting the quiet surround me before rising again, pushing my hair back as droplets slid down my skin.And when I looked up...There he was.Damien sat on one of the pool chairs, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of rich red wine in his hand. He looked completely at ease...relaxed in a way most people never got to see.But his eyes? They were locked on me.Completely.Like there was nothing else in the world worth his attention.A small smile tugged at my lips as I turned back, letting my fingers glide through the water.“You’re staring,” I called out lightly.“I know,” he replied
ROXANNE POV I watched keenly as I finished my drink, the glass cold between my fingers, condensation slipping down to dampen my palm. The fruity flavor lingered on my tongue, but I barely noticed it anymore. My gaze was focused on Damien as I stood up and walked around the couch while I looked at the man he’d just summoned. The poor guy stood stiff like a kid dragged to the principal’s office, shoulders tight, eyes flicking between Damien and me like he already knew he’d somehow walked into a trap. He probably had. Damien thrived on it, like a lion grinning before the pounce. Damien came and leaned back in the seat, legs spread, one arm resting lazily on the couch headrest. "You like what you see?" He asked the man casually, his tone light and almost playful. The guy blinked, eyes darting down on me, then quickly up again. "N-No. I mean...no, sir. I wasn’t..." Damien raised an eyebrow. "No?" A dark grin tugged at his mouth. "So you’re saying my girl looks unpleasant?"
ROXANNE POV I was casually strolling through the supermarket, one hand on the cart as I moved down the aisles, gathering groceries like a normal person for once. Something about it felt…grounding. After everything that had been happening...the memories, the therapy, the constant feeling that my past was creeping closer...I needed something normal. So I insisted on doing this myself after work instead of letting Mrs. Jones handle it like she usually did. Of course, “by myself” I didn’t exactly mean alone. Adam had picked me up from the clinic, and now he was somewhere nearby... close enough to step in if needed, yet far enough to give me space. I spotted him briefly at the end of the aisle, pretending to look at cereal like he had any interest in it. I hid a small smile and turned back to my cart. Milk. Bread. Fresh fruits. A few snacks Angelina liked. And yes...strawberry wafer cookies. I tossed them in without hesitation. My phone was tucked between my shoulder
ROXANNE POVI linked pinkies with Angelina and we sealed it with a giggle.We opened the food and started to eat, occasionally passing the corn or fries between us, giggling about how spicy the sauce was or how the syrupy fruit punch stained our tongues red.I was about to wipe her cheek with a tissue when something in the distance pulled my attention. I looked past the crowd and food stalls, across the miniature game booths and rows of folding chairs. There he was.Damien.Dressed in a fitted black polo shirt with the sleeves hugging his arms and a simple pair of ash-grey trousers that did unspeakable things to his stride, he walked through the crowd with an ease that commanded attention. His watch glinted in the sun, and even his damn shoes looked like they could outdress a runway. That was Damien Raphaël. Always sharp even when surrounded by sticky children.I didn’t say anything to Angelina. I just watched quietly, lips curled in a small smile, waiting for the moment.It didn’t t
ROXANNE POVIt was the day of the spring festival at Angelina’s school. And I had to admit, I was a little more excited than I expected to be. The sun was warm but not too harsh, the wind soft and carrying the scent of cotton candy and grilled hot dogs from the booths scattered across the school’s front lawn.I wore a flowy off-shoulder sundress that fell just below my knees, with a pair of nude wedges and sunglasses covering my eyes. My purse swung gently against my hip with each step, and my hair was combed into soft wavy curls that framed my shoulders. I looked…well, like someone who was actually trying.Angelina, on the other hand, looked like a magical little dream in her flower fairy outfit which was completed with sparkly wings, a flower crown, and glitter on her cheeks. She held my hand tightly as we walked past the booths, stopping every so often to admire the face painting station or the table where kids were trying to throw rings around stuffed flamingos.Fred, who drove
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I deepened the kiss, my hands sliding down to grip her ass possessively. She was my wife now, and I wasn't going to deny her anything. I lifted her up, pressing her back against the cool tiles of the shower as the warm water cascaded over us. My erection nestled perfectly between her legs."Is this what you want, kitten?" I whispered against her lips, my voice low and husky. "You want your husband to fuck you?" I ground my hips against her, emphasizing my point. Her breath hitched against my mouth."Yes," she whispered.That was all I needed.Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her legs around my waist and pushed into her in one smooth motion. She gasped into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Fuck," I groaned against her neck, not moving. "You feel like home." My hips started. Slow at first, savoring every inch of her wrapped around me.Every thrust was a claim. Every moan she made was mine. And as the hot water pounded over us, I made damn su
ROXANNE POVI padded quietly down the wide marble staircase, one hand gripping the polished railing as the other stiffed the small yawn escaping my lips. My bare feet brushed over the last step when the faint scent of brewed coffee lingering in the air suddenly hit me, but it was the sound of the
ROXANNE POV"Well," The woman said with the tilt of her head. "You must be new."I raised my brows. "Something like that."She took a step closer, looking me up and down, not even hiding it. "Let me guess, housekeeper? Or maybe the chef's assistant?""I'm not a worker." I said flatly. I wasn't try
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV"Make me a martyr." Garry stood the hell up."Kendrick!" He barked, jabbing a finger at him, then swung it around to his crew. "Put the goddamn guns away, all of you." His boys hesitated, then, reluctantly lowered their weapons one by one. Then Garry's gaze shifted to Kendrick
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVI sat at my desk, one finger tapping the neck of the half-empty whiskey bottle in front of me. The bass from the club downstairs thumped faintly through the floors, muffled by the soundproofing, but my focus was locked on the two men in my office.Garry Anderson sat across from m







