บททั้งหมดของ Loyal to Her Lies : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

“I can’t believe you thought about that.” Damien stated. “I was not about to have sex with him.” “I’m glad you didn’t and Nico was so selfish to even ask that of you.” “He is a selfish asshole,” I sighed. “You know you deserve better.” “I know but I can’t get better just yet.” “You know best.” He sighed. “Let’s get back home before Nico loses his shit.” The ride back was quicker than I expected. I clung to Damien as the bike sped across the streets. When I got back, Damien and I parted ways but not before he gave me a lingering look as he walked away. With a deep breath, I walked inside. Nico was in the kitchen area. He was drinking coffee. Sensing my presence, he looked up. “I’m guessing you fucked him.” He raised a brow. “You’re guessing wrong.” “What happened? Did he sign the papers?” “Yes because I blackmailed him.” I explained the details of what I did and his eyes widened. “You little fucking sneaky bitch.” He smirked proudly and I resist

I stirred the contents of my cup. I had just added milk to my coffee and I was sitting outside watching the sunrise. “Good morning Aisla,” Damien’s voice penetrated my ears and I turned around to greet him. “Hey Damien. Good morning.” I smiled as he sat next to me. “You look sad.” He stated and I sighed. “Once Nico is back in town I’m always sad.” The wind picked up slightly, brushing strands of my hair into my face. Damien tucked one behind my ear, his fingers lingering for just a second too long. I caught my breath, heart stumbling in my chest. “I hate seeing you like this,” he murmured. “So dim when you’re supposed to shine.” “I’m tired of pretending like everything’s fine,” I admitted. “Tired of walking on eggshells and smiling when I want to scream.” “Then stop pretending,” he said. “Even if it’s just with me, stop pretending.” I looked at him, eyes glossy. “What if I don’t know how anymore?” “Then I’ll help you remember.” His voice was steady, hi

I nodded, tapping to the next slide on my tablet. My voice steadied as I began outlining the Phase Two rollout.“We’re expanding production capabilities in three key areas—materials procurement, propulsion testing, and software integration. The first facility is already under lease, and our engineering team is ready to begin the next wave of simulations.”Langford leaned forward, his fingers steepled. “What about regulatory clearances?”“We’ve filed preliminary documents with the Civil Aviation Authority,” I replied. “And we’ve secured a compliance advisor from one of the top firms in London. They’ve reviewed the designs and see no foreseeable blocks.”The other two investors exchanged a glance, then one of them—Mr. Reeves—spoke up for the first time. “You’re surprisingly prepared, given the circumstances.”I smiled faintly. “Preparedness is how we survive. Nico handles the vision. I handle everything else.”Langford let out a short breath that was almost a chuckle. “He always did nee

I lay against Damien’s chest, the quiet thump of his heartbeat grounding me. After what happened with Nico I called him up and we immediately had sex. I was craving him and I needed him. His fingers gently traced circles on my bare back, calming the storm still swirling inside me. Outside, the city murmured—soft traffic, distant laughter—but in here, wrapped in his warmth, the world felt far away. I was so happy that Damien made me feel better. “Was it just to forget him?” he asked quietly. I tensed for a second. Honesty sat heavy on my tongue. “At first… maybe. But not now.” He nodded, like he’d expected it but needed to hear it. “You’re not just something temporary to me, Aisla.” I pulled back slightly to meet his eyes. “I know. And I don’t want to keep hurting you because I’m stuck on someone who doesn’t care.” His hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “You don’t hurt me, not really. What hurts is knowing he gets to be around you and waste it.” I leaned i

I eased the door open slowly, heart pounding as I slipped back into the suite. The hallway behind me was silent, but my body still thrummed with adrenaline—and guilt. Damien’s touch still lingered on my skin, like a secret tattoo inked into my soul.The room was dark except for the city lights filtering through the curtains. Nico was in bed, turned away from the door, his breathing slow and steady.I tiptoed across the room, slipping off my heels with a quiet sigh. I moved toward the bathroom, pretending I had only gone for a late shower, not to another man’s bed.But as I reached for the robe on the hook, I heard it.The shift in his breathing.Then, his voice—low, sharp, too awake.“Where were you?”I froze, my hand midway to the robe. “Bathroom,” I said quickly, too quickly.He turned on the bedside lamp. His eyes met mine, dark and alert. “For almost an hour?”“I couldn’t sleep. Took a walk down to the lobby,” I lied.He studied me—eyes roaming over my flushed cheeks, the faint in