บททั้งหมดของ Your Lips to Mine #3: The Billionaire's Dangerous Muse : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

As the door to the café swung shut behind Sierra, Damian remained seated, his eyes following her every movement as she disappeared from sight. The familiar hum of the bustling café faded into the background as his mind raced, lingering on the interactions that had just transpired. The sudden shift in his thoughts wasn’t like him. Damian was used to keeping his emotions in check, his demeanor a carefully constructed mask that never betrayed his true feelings. But Sierra—Sierra had shaken him in ways he hadn’t expected. There was something about her that lingered in his mind, an unfamiliar feeling that he couldn’t quite place. He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly as the door clicked shut. She was strong-willed, undeniably independent, and, despite the way she tried to hide it, she had a fierce spark that Damian found utterly captivating. She wasn’t like the usual women he interacted with—the ones who seemed more interested in his wealth or his status. Sierra... she was

Sierra sat in the library, the air thick with the smell of old books and the quiet hum of focused minds. It wasn’t the most glamorous place, but for her, the library was a sanctuary. A place where she could block out the noise of the outside world—of people constantly vying for her attention, trying to convince her to follow a certain path, or make decisions that didn’t sit right with her. This was the one place where she could simply be herself, where the weight of expectations was lighter, and she could immerse herself in the numbers, equations, and problems that her professor had handed her. Her phone buzzed from the desk beside her, breaking the silence of the library. Sierra glanced at the screen without touching it, her eyes narrowing as she saw the name flashing on the display: *David Hamilton*. She sighed heavily, her fingers hovering over the phone for a moment before she dismissed the call. She had already given him her answer earlier. Why did it matter to him if she didn

Nathan entered Damian’s office quietly, the weight of his boss’s intense focus palpable even from the doorway. Damian was seated at his desk, his sharp eyes scanning the pages of a file that Nathan recognized all too well—the one containing every detail they had been able to gather about Sierra. It wasn’t the first time Nathan had seen Damian engrossed in those papers, and he suspected it wouldn’t be the last. Damian’s fingers moved slowly, turning the pages with deliberate care. He was completely absorbed, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. Nathan could tell this wasn’t just idle curiosity. Damian had taken a genuine interest in Sierra, one that went far beyond the surface level. There was a spark of something in his boss’s eyes—a mix of admiration and intrigue that Nathan hadn’t seen in years. Clearing his throat softly to announce his presence, Nathan stepped further into the room. “Sir, I see you’re still reviewing the file,” he said cautiously, not wanting to interru

I should have known that Damian’s presence wasn’t just a coincidence. When a man like him shows up at your school library, dressed to the nines and as confident as ever, it’s not because he’s there to return a book. After I reluctantly gave him the time of day, I regretted it almost instantly. The moment he opened his mouth, I knew what he was about to say. “I want to revisit the offer I made you at the track,” he began, leaning back in his chair with that infuriatingly self-assured smirk. I immediately cut him off. “No.” Damian raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my bluntness. “You didn’t even let me finish,” he said, chuckling. “I didn’t need to,” I replied. “I already know what you’re going to say. You want me to observe your car, help fix its problems, or whatever it is you think I can do for you. And my answer is still the same. I’m not interested.” He didn’t seem fazed. If anything, he looked even more entertained. “Sierra, you’re exceptionally skilled. Your knowl

The cool night breeze wrapped around Mika and me as we strolled down the dimly lit street, the soft hum of distant traffic filling the silence between us. We had just left the library after another grueling day of studying, and the weight of the upcoming exams was finally starting to feel bearable. Mika’s chatter about what we’d eat when we got home distracted me from my thoughts when the sound of a car engine revving nearby made us both stop in our tracks.The sleek black car slowed to a halt beside us, its tinted windows glinting under the streetlights. Instinctively, Mika and I exchanged a look, both of us tensing up. Living in a city taught you to always stay alert, especially at night. The driver’s side window rolled down smoothly, revealing none other than Damian Cross, his infuriatingly calm face lit by the faint glow of the dashboard.I groaned audibly. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath. “Good evening, ladies,” Damian said smoothly, his voice carrying