Todos los capítulos de A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The night crept in with an unexpected chill, casting a mist over the city’s skyline as Damien scrolled through his phone. The clock struck midnight, all the same, no response. His fiancée, Gina, had been away for months, working overseas. They’d grown familiar with the distance, to the random messages, the occasional video calls that somehow made them feel like they were in the same room. But tonight was different. His calls went unanswered, his texts read but without reply.Anxiety constricted in his chest. He scrolled through their last conversation, her smiling face staring back at him in their old messages. Has something happened? Was she pulling away? The distance was supposed to be temporary, but lately, it felt like a widening chasm that neither could cross. His mind wrapped with possibilities, each worse than the last.Unable to bear the silence, he grabbed his coat and keys. Maybe he just needed a distraction. The city streets, loud and insensitive, beckoned him as he drove

Blaire stirred awake, her body was warm and heavy beneath the soft bed sheets. A feeling of confusion washed over her as she blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains. It took her a moment to realise she was completely naked, and panic rushed through her. She sat up immediately, the bed sheets slipping from her shoulders.“ Oh my God! Damien?” she called out, but her voice echoed back to her, bare and unanswered. The bed was rumpled beside her, the space where he had rested now just a memory, as he wasn't there. She became confused and disappointed washed, as she struggled to recall the events of the previous night. Shards of laughter, whiskey, and that thrilling kiss danced in her mind, but she felt distant and disgusted, like shadows fading in the dawn.She turned her legs over the edge of the bed, her heart dashing as she searched for her clothes. She was late for work. After hastily dressing, Blaire stood in front of the mirror, checking out her reflection.

Blaire awoke the next morning with a persisting sense of longing. Her conversation with Damien played over in her mind, a moment that refused to diminish. She missed the warmth of his presence, the way he made her feel seen and understood. The excitement of their meeting had quickly turned into a quiet throb of desire.As she prepared for the day, a hasty thought crossed her mind, she thought of going back to the bar where they had met. It felt silly to chase after something that might not even exist, but the idea of seeing Damien again sent a spark of hope within her.“Why not? I mean what's the worst that could happen, but I have to avoid Mark's nagging today by going early.” she whispered to herself, getting hold of her jacket and heading out the door to the coffee shop.Damien sat in his room, his phone still warm from his conversation with Gina. They had discussed everything about her return to the city and his father's desire to see them married that seemed to weigh heavily on h

Blaire rushed in through her apartment door, her emotions heavy and pure. She got to her room, without uttering a word to her mother, taking off her clothes into the bathroom. The sharp ache in her chest barely slowed down by the rush of water streaming over her. She leaned against the cool tile, pressing her forehead against it, allowing the shower rain down on her. Damien’s words echoed in her mind, a painful reminder of how easily he’d dismissed her, how carelessly he’d reduced their shared moment and rendered her a slot . “Just a fling… wow! And I thought I felt something real.” Blaire gripped her jaw, swallowing back the tears that threatened to break free. How foolish had she been to imagine anything real? For a moment, she had thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something between them. But who was she kidding? He was only a stranger she admired. She offered herself to him , and he’d made that very clear. The cold truth settled over her heart as the shower poured down, t

Rachel raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension. “You mean Dad is trying to marry you off wealth? You can't lie, besides it's a good thing. You and Gina are already in love.” Mr. Harold glared at his daughter. “This is a serious matter, Rachel.” “Oh, come on! You’re always talking about ‘strengthening family ties’ and ‘legacy,’” Rachel teased, dropping down on the couch. “It’s not like you’ve ever listened to Damien’s feelings about this.” Damien chuckled, grateful for his sister’s lightheartedness. “Thank you, Rachel. I was starting to think I was alone in this.” Mr. Harold shook his head, unable to suppress a faint smile at his daughter’s irreverent attitude. “You two are impossible. But mark my words, Damien, you’ll regret falling in love .” “Yeah, well, I’ll take my chances,” Damien replied, crossing his arms boldly. As the atmosphere lightened, Rachel pulled out her phone, grinning mischievously. “Let’s take a selfie, shall we? #Mycrazyfamily.” Damien couldn’t help but laugh