All Chapters of His For A Night: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

MayaI kept my eyes fixed on the presentation folder in front of me. Deliberately.Avoiding looking up. Avoiding him.Damian sat to my left, flipping through slides on the screen, talking with far more energy than usual. He was confident on most days... but not today.Not with Roman in the room. Roman hadn't said much. But his silence was loud.He sat across from us with a stony face one hand resting over the other as he listened with chilling stillness.He wasn't the man I remembered. He wasn't the man who kissed me like he needed to breathe me in. He wasn't the man who declared that he wouldn't let me marry Damian.Damian cleared his throat and tried to smile. "We're projecting a steady incline in revenue over the next quarter. The diversification plan will ensure we sustain market share while the investment continues to scale."Roman's dark eyes never left the screen, but his fingers tapped once slowly against the table.And then, without warning, he spoke. "Your numbers are inflat

MayaI came to work early slid into my seat quietly, trying to breathe past the tight feeling in my chest. I turned on the monitor and pretended to scroll through emails, but my gaze kept betraying me.It went to him. Roman.Through the glass wall of his office, I could see him. Leaning against his desk, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a phone to his ear, his brows drawn.His voice was low, muffled by the glass, but the intensity in his posture said more than words ever could. I hated that I noticed that. I hated that I cared enough to notice at all.I hadn't spoken to him since our last interaction. The folder he tossed me was still sitting unopened in the drawer beneath my desk. Childish? Maybe. But I hadn't decided how to feel about any of this yet—him being here, working under my father's name, walking around like this wasn't insane.Because it was. It was insane.Why was he even here? Who sent him? What was he planning?And more importantly—why did a tiny part of me fee

RomanShe smelled like peaches. That damn elevator scene hadn't left my head.The way her breath hitched when I stepped in. The way her spine stiffened, like she was ready for war but her eyes, those eyes, they betrayed her.Maya Hartwell still burned for me.She tried to act like she didn't. But I saw through it. Hell, I felt it.The way her lips parted, the way she barely held herself together that wasn't someone indifferent. That was someone lying to herself.And maybe I was lying too. Because the truth was, I didn't just want her close so she could watch her father's empire unravel from the inside.I wanted her close for me. For the way she still challenged me with every word. For the fire she gave even when she was losing ground.And maybe... because the chaos in her eyes made me forget the ones in mine.But she was also a distraction. One I couldn't afford.I could play it cool. I could stay sharp with her sitting right across from me. But her?She couldn't fake it well enough.