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26. What Did You Dream About, Sadie?
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The Stranger My Heart Belonged To 26. What Did You Dream About, Sadie?
DAMON’S POVI heard her before I saw her.A soft sound. A whimper. From the other side of the suite.My eyes opened to a dark ceiling, fractured by silver streaks from the city lights pushing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. For a second, I thought it had been my imagination. Some lingering noise from the street below.But then it came again.A low, broken moan.I sat up slowly, every muscle tight, trained reflexes overriding sleep. I didn’t feel groggy. I felt alert. Sharp. Cold.Sadie was murmuring. Breathing raggedly.My entire body locked up.For a moment, I debated whether I should go to her. Whether I was capable of seeing her sleep without doing something reckless.But I checked anyway.My gaze shifted to the couch across the room.There she was— beneath a thin hotel blanket. She’d shifted onto her side, one hand tucked beneath her cheek, the other resting lightly against her ribs.Her pajamas were simple—white top, gray-striped pants—but the sight of her still messed with
The Stranger My Heart Belonged To 25. Not Even In Dreams.
SADIE’S POVThe silence was almost kind. Almost.I sat on the edge of the sofa across from the hotel’s half-bedroom, half-boardroom setup—unsure if I even belonged in the room, let alone the story unfolding inside it.The screen of my laptop cast a dull, flickering light across my hands, catching the tired angles of my reflection in the dark glass.Outside, London blurred—a mess of gold and blue lights dancing like ghosts. But all I could feel was him. The weight of his presence beside me. The noise of his silence.One suite. One bed. One thick, choking wall of tension.And him. Damon Prince.He sat at the table like it was any other work night—stoic, focused, immune. Typing. Reading. Correcting. Like the bed didn’t exist. Like I didn’t.Like we weren’t trapped in the same breath, the same storm.I tried not to come undone. Tried to convince myself this was just a glitch in the system—some innocent booking error. Not fate. Not cruelty. Not him.But the second I saw that single, king-s
The Stranger My Heart Belonged To 24. Professional Distance.
SADIE’S POVI walked fast. Not because I was in a hurry.But because if I slowed down, I knew the tears would catch up.I kept my head down as I stepped out of the building, past the cold glass and steel that had somehow become my world. Past the place where I thought, just maybe, I was starting to belong.But I didn’t.Not really.Not in his world.The wind bit at my cheeks, but it wasn’t the weather that made me shiver.It was the way he looked at me—like I’d crossed a line he’d drawn in the sand with military precision. Like I had made a mistake by caring.It was just breakfast. Just eggs. Toast. Coffee. But for me, it wasn’t just anything.It was a thank you. A gesture. A quiet, trembling hope that maybe he’d smile differently. That maybe he’d look at me and see something more than just another assistant.Instead, he reminded me—clearly, coolly—that his kindness was not for me to read into.Don’t get the wrong idea, he said, without even needing to say the words.And maybe he was
The Stranger My Heart Belonged To 23. I Was Wrong About You.
SADIE’S POV.Typical bullies—they only have courage when they outnumber you. The moment someone stronger appears, they scatter like roaches.I caught a glimpse of Angelica’s face—this isn’t over. I don’t know when I’ll finally be free of them.When they finally left, I realized I was still wrapped in Damon’s arms.I stepped back quickly, lowering my gaze as my fingers brushed away the lingering touch of his suit. “Thank you,” I said quietly, the words catching on the tight knot in my throat.I bowed slightly, more out of instinct than grace.I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. My cheeks burned, and I hated how exposed I felt. Like he could see every part of me I tried so hard to hide.He didn’t move. His voice came a moment later, calm but firm.“You’ve left their house, haven’t you?”I nodded. “Yes, sir.”A silence followed—not sharp, but heavy. Like something was trying to settle between us and neither of us wanted to name it.“I’m sorry if… if my personal life has interfered w
The Stranger My Heart Belonged To 22. Wait for Me, Stay for Her.
DAMON'S POVIt was ten o’clock.The hallway outside my office was dark, quiet—the way I liked it. Everyone had gone home hours ago. I preferred it that way. Cleaner. Sharper. No noise to disturb my thoughts.I was reaching for my suit jacket when I heard her voice.Faint. Soft. Somewhere outside my office door.I stopped.“Yeah, I already ate earlier,” she was saying. Her laugh was quiet—real. Not the professional kind she wore like armor around me. “No, I can’t tonight. He’s still here. I’ll leave after Mr. Prince does.”I froze mid-motion.Every word tightened like a vice around my throat.She waits.Every goddamn night, she waits until I’m gone.I tried to remember—how often had I passed her desk, thinking nothing of it? How many times had I left without realizing she was still sitting there, quiet, composed, always a step behind me? Not because she had to.Because she chose to.And now she was laughing for someone else. Soft. Familiar. Warm.Jealousy crept up my spine like cold fi
The Stranger My Heart Belonged To 21. The Lies Between Us.
DAMON’S POVI wasn’t sure why I called her in. Not really.I told myself it was about the breakfast issue—that idiotic little mishap that wouldn’t have even made it to my desk if it weren’t for the fact that it involved him. My grandfather.But somewhere between checking my watch and hearing her knock, I knew the truth.I just wanted to see her.“Sit,” I said, and watched the way she moved—like she was trying to shrink and disappear but couldn’t help carrying herself like she had a spine made of glass.Breakable, maybe. But still sharp.She sat.Her eyes flicked toward me, cautious but steady, and that infuriatingly calm face didn’t flinch.I leaned forward slightly, studying her. “You should be afraid of me,” I said again, voice lower this time. Then I added, “Especially if you keep playing with the truth.”A flicker crossed her face. Subtle, but I caught it. A crease in her brow. She disagreed.My jaw tensed. “You don’t agree?”She hesitated. I could see it—her instinct to fire back
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