Semua Bab Flames of desire. : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Claire's POVDamon lifts the hem of my shirt, pausing just a moment, then he finally lifts it over my head. I hear his intake of breath as the cool air hits my breasts, and my shirt falls to the floor. Damon’s eyes burn my exposed breasts. I can barely breathe. My nipples harden to points. Damon wets his thumb, rubbing circles on my nipples, toying with the sharp, little points. Damon lowers to his knees and starts removing my pants. I step out of them. Damon reaches up again, taking silk panties and pulling them down my legs, my body bare to him. He looks up at me. He doesn’t speak at first, just lets his gaze meet mine. In that moment, I feel unsteady, caught in the gravity of him. My fingers twitch at my sides, restless, trying to anchor me, but my body leans forward slightly without conscious thought. I can’t stop it. I don’t want to. His eyes don’t blink, and a groan escapes him. I look down, seeing his cock straining against his suit pants. He looks at my wet pussy again, and th

Damon’s POVI cannot understand why she sneaked away. I do not understand her at all. I do not understand why Claire went and hid away. Is she embarrassed about sleeping with me? I do not understand. I do not understand anything that she has been doing to me. To sneak out of this room as if she were a criminal. Is it only because of me, or is it because of what happened between her and Mike and my niece? I know about her having been married to Mike, the biggest scumbag in town. Maybe I do understand why she doesn't want anything to do with me, because I am the most powerful man in this town. However, I'm not looking for love. I'm just looking for a companion. My ex-wife hurt me so much that I do not even want to talk about it.I doubt Claire will need the job, and the only job there is will be at my company. I do not care about Emma and what she thinks. If I want to employ Claire, I will employ her. However, Claire also has to understand that she cannot just use me and run away. She wi

Claire’s POV I walk over to fetch the two cappuccinos, trying to breathe through the tension collecting in my shoulders. It’s just another shift, I tell myself. Just another day of pretending that nothing bothers me. But the moment I return to the table, I already know it’s too late. Sienna doesn’t even look at the cups before she starts complaining.“The cappuccino is cold. And the foam is wrong. Everything is wrong.” Her voice is sharp enough to cut glass.Of course. Of course she’s going to complain. Because I’m the one serving her. And Sienna Winters will never pass up an opportunity to make my life harder.Then she says the words I’ve been waiting for but still dreading.“I want to see the manager.”I swallow the sigh threatening to escape and turn away. I know exactly how this is going to end. I know the manager is going to fire me, not because I deserve it, but because Sienna wants it. And Sienna always gets what she wants. She already took my husband,my whole life, really, and

Chaire's POVThe office hums with quiet efficiency as I step inside. Withfield Incorporated gleams with glass walls and brushed steel, modern and commanding, a place built to remind the world of its power. My office is smaller than the corner suites, but it’s mine. My name, Claire Johnson, Legal Advisor, is etched neatly on the glass panel. Every time I see it, my chest tightens with a mix of pride and disbelief. After the wreckage of Green & Partners, after all those years of doing my ex-husband’s work, feeding him victories he never earned, only to be discarded like I was nothing, I never thought I’d find a way back. But Damon gave me that chance. Damon Whitfield. My boss. My secret. My lifeline. I tell myself this job is a fresh start, that it has nothing to do with him. But I can still feel his touch from last night, the warmth of his body pressed against mine, the quiet certainty in his eyes when he told me I was more than enough. The memory steadies me until the sound of heels cu

Damon's POVIt’s late. Too late to be here. I know that as I drive the near-empty streets, headlights cutting through the dark. My rational self has been telling me for hours to go home, pour a drink, and forget the way Sienna’s venom laced every word she spat today. But I can’t. I see Claire’s face, that quiet resilience she wore when Sienna attacked her in the meeting. She held her ground, but I know cruelty leaves marks you can’t always see. And the thought of her alone tonight, nursing wounds she shouldn’t have to carry, eats at me. So I find myself outside her apartment complex at nearly midnight, palms gripping the steering wheel like it’s the only thing keeping me steady. This is reckless. Stupid. Dangerous. I know all of it. But none of it stops me. I get out of the car, cross the silent parking lot. The building is quiet, every window dark. The kind of silence that feels sacred. My footsteps echo in the hall as I find her door and knock, soft enough not to wake anyone, firm en