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-Damian-I dropped Bella off at her office and went straight back to the Bronx to Aureum Capital's office building. When I walked toward my office, I could see that Jessica was nowhere to be found. That was odd, Jessica was punctual and she was usually there before I even arrived. This morning I was even running thirty minutes late. I walked into my office, there I found Alfred texting on his phone with his legs propped up on the adjoining desk that I had set up for him yesterday morning. He seemed at ease, his lips were curled in a wicked smirk, and didn't see me for a second there. I was surprised to find him here. I thought he would be a lazy bum that didn't want to work or that would come in late. But alas, he surprised me. I cleared my throat to get his attention. His eyes snapped up and he immediately put his legs down and stood up. "Good morning, Damien, sir.""Good morning, Alfred. I'm surprised to see you here this early." I mused "It's okay, you can even call me D." I
-Isabella-The drive to work was even faster than it was yesterday. We got there in twenty minutes. It was insane how fast one can drive when it's not a cab. Especially when they're not aiming to take all of my money away. Damian and I actually enjoyed our drive, we were listening to the music and watched the city blur past us.Damian was driving fast, like insanely fast, and his hand rested on my thigh the whole way from the Bronx to my work. He pulled up in front of the publishing house, the brick building still standing there. The huge sign that said Archipelago Books was still above the door. It all felt so surreal. Everything was just right there in front of me, and still I couldn't believe my luck, I had the job. I had a publishing house I was a member of. An editorial member.I smiled and looked at Damian, who was sitting there looking at me, his one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh. He squeezed the flesh of my thigh once. "You're doing great. You're being p
-Isabella-He finished making the dinner, and I helped him set the table. The lightness before the conversation, or the lightness of the conversation before his mother called, was gone, replaced by a sudden intensity that left us both feeling awkward. We talked to each other, yes. We both felt weird, yes. But we also chose to stay, despite it all. And so we did. We sat by the dinner table, across from each other. Eating whatever the mix and mash of these flavors he made was. Despite it being a mash of anything and everything... if I'm being honest, it was the most amazing meal I had since ever. Probably since the night at the restaurant, perhaps, but ever in my life. Even my mother's cooking couldn't have been so juicy and so tasty."How did you learn to cook?" I asked him, and his grip on the utensils tightened. He licked his lips, not meeting my gaze for even a second. "My mother used to help the servants in the house, the staff. Among them was an older cook. She was so kind. S
-Isabella-Damien shifted to lay next to me. His warm body pressed up against mine as my head rested against his chest. The soft rhythmic beat of his heart was like a melody made only for me.I stayed there listening, unwilling to move. I was sure that for the first time in a long while, I finally tasted my very own slice of heaven. Just the quiet presence of a man next to me. He kissed my temple and rubbed my arms gently as we lay on his bed. I didn't even know what to think. It just felt right. And just as it felt right, I realized how much moments like these meant to me, how right they were. The world quieted around him.We had each other and his presence was constant, unrepentant and unrelenting.I felt like we laid there for hours like that, we were spent, happy, and pleased. That is until Damien pulled away. As he got out of bed, he leaned over me and kissed my forehead gently. "I'll be right back." He murmured, going to the adjoining bathroom to take a shower. As he moved,
-Isabella- I lay on his soft, brown, plush couch. The softness of it seeped through my back as he worked on my buttons, kissing me hard. Every time I kissed him, he tasted better and better. The whiskey on his breath made me remember the first night we met. The suffocating air of the club was a contrast to the soft and breezy air of his apartment. Yet, I still had trouble breathing. It was due to his closeness. It was due to the effect he had on me. My hand went to his hair at the back of his head and the other found purchase at his shoulder, tugging him closer to me. Every single brush of his knuckles against my bare skin as the buttons came undone was intoxicating to me. The blood is pumping hot and fast through my veins. Every brush of his fingers felt like needles pricking my skin, sinking into my body, and I couldn't do anything about it. I craved it. I needed it. I have never been with a man that made me feel like this before. This was the second time we were being intimat
-Isabella-By the time that I was done, I had a signed contract, filled out everything that I was supposed to do for the paperwork, and got acquainted with my office colleagues. It was finally time for me to leave the building. I got out of the office into the warm sun, my blazer hung loosely over my left forearm. I lift my right hand up to use as a shield from the sun. That's when I spotted it. There in front of the publishing house was parked Damian's car, the same car that he used to drive us to Sleepy Hollow. It glinted in the sun and Damian's gaze was cast downwards, glued to his phone screen. His left elbow was resting on the window ledge of the car door.When I saw him sitting there in the white button-down, with his sleeves rolled up, I remembered why I was doing all of this. It was irrational, it was stupid, it didn't make any sense, and yet I couldn't help myself. The day was wonderful, and I was just so happy. I walked fast toward the car, he was about to exit it so th







