All Chapters of You're Mine, Damon Sinclair: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Naomi sat at the dining table, still in Damon's shirt, fingers curled around a mug of untouched coffee that had long gone cold. She couldn't sleep last night and deluding herself that she might this morning or later in the day was silly. Damon’s footsteps echoed faintly from upstairs. He was getting ready for work, she thought. He probably slept so well last night while she could barely shut her eyes! He was just too…composed. And maybe that was what irritated her most. How could he be so calm when her entire world felt like it was folding in on itself?She didn’t want to stay another second under the same roof. The air here was heavy, too filled with ghosts of memories and arguments they’d never finished. Not to mention the answered questions in her head. Before he could come downstairs, she was already on her feet.Naomi changed into a simple white blouse and grey skirt, clothes she had requested one of the house staff to fetch from Damon's room, tied her hair into a low bun, and

She couldn't sleep.The clock read a little past midnight when Naomi gave up pretending she could sleep. The air in the guest room felt too heavy, pressing against her chest, every breath catching like it didn’t belong to her. She sat up, running a hand through her hair, and for a long while she just stared at the faint line of moonlight spilling across the floor.It wasn’t the house that felt unfamiliar, it was the silence. Or maybe it's just how messed up her thoughts were. Her throat ached. She told herself she just needed water, maybe milk. Anything to help her sleep. She slipped out of the room quietly, wearing the same oversized T-shirt she’d thrown on hours ago, the same one Damon gave her the night before. The hallway light was dim, the only illumination coming from the kitchen and the entire floor was empty. Even the staff called it a day already.Naomi shut her door with a sigh, good. The last thing she wanted was to talk to anyone. She'd crossed paths with Patrick when s

The whiskey in front of him gleamed under the dim bar light, its owner indecisive. Damon hadn’t touched alcohol in almost a decade, partly because of the man he became whenever he was drunk. The other half? He's been able to hold his shirt in place for a while now but the past few weeks haven't been that much of a peaceful time. He sat alone at the corner of the mahogany counter, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the untouched glass before him. The bartender waltzes around the bar with a tray and soft jazz fills the air, accompanied by the occasional laughter of strangers.Only a handful of elites knew about this bar. It wasn't a club, just a cosy bar with exclusive membership.Damon didn’t belong here. He never had. But then again, he hadn’t belonged anywhere lately. Not in the boardroom where his name carried weight, not in the house that felt emptier with every passing day, and certainly not beside the woman who turned his world into something more sensible.Now Naomi couldn’t even look at

The sun dipped low over Jack’s private estate, stretching across acres of grass and white fences. The polo field gleamed like an emerald carpet and freshly trimmed. It was just right for Jack to engage himself with something he enjoyed. Besides, he had just acquired this property a week ago, just for this field and it was high time he made his money work for him as it should. Horses snorted, pawing the turf as the grooms tightened saddles. Jack was already mounted, his mallet swinging lazily at his side while he watched the practice match unfolding before him. His teammates: business partners, politicians, old-money parasites, watched him in silence. As much as this was supposed to be a game, they knew better than to challenge him on his own land.Jack nudged his horse forward, racing across the field, driving the ball with his mallet. If there was one sport he was good at, no, great at, it'd be polo and there was no arguing against that. He was preparing for the final stroke when

Morning light spilled across the bedroom floor, warming the edges of Naomi’s blanket. She blinked awake slowly, feeling Damon’s arm draped around her waist. His breath brushed the back of her neck steadily.Last night felt like closure, something they both needed, one she had stopped believing they’d reach. She leans back into him, a smile tugging the corner of her lips. This is exactly where she wanted to be. Right here, in his arms, spoilt silly by him and loved deeply. Her phone buzzed before she could shit her eyes again and enjoy the peace that finally found them. She frowned as the sound persisted. Why would anyone call her so early in the morning on a weekend for that matter? It better be life and death. Naomi reached for the bedside table and grabbed her phone. Soonie.Her stomach tightened. She slowly slipped out from Damon’s embrace, careful not to wake him. He murmured something incoherent and rolled onto his back, one arm resting over his forehead.Naomi glanced at th