All Chapters of Flames of desire. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Claire's POVHis lips trail down my throat, slow and deliberate, leaving a path of heat that makes me shiver. When he reaches my collarbone, he pauses, as though savouring the taste of forbidden fruit.“You’re trouble,” He breaths, his hand sliding along my hip, pulling me firmly against him. I feel the truth of his desire, hard and insistent, and the sound that escapes my lips is half-plea, half-surrender.“Then ruin me,” I whisper.That undoes him. His mouth crashes against mine again, urgent now, his hands wandering greedily, possessively, as if he can't decide which part of me to claim first. The buttons of my blouse give way under his fingers, fabric parting until my skin is bare to his touch. The roughness of his palms contrasts with the reverence of his movements. Each caress both worship and hunger. When he lifts me, I wrap my legs around his waist without hesitation, gasping as my back meets the cool wall. His mouth devours mine, tracing my jaw, my throat, lower—every kiss a

Claire's POVI am not going to sleep again. I might as well stay up, as I need to go to work early today. Yes, I am working at Whitfield Incorporated. Damon has changed my life for the better. I have a better job now. A job I wanted my whole life since I finished university. I was in a dead-end job at Green and Partners. I was one of the attorneys there, but this is a small town, and the court cases are mostly divorce cases. It was boring. However, we did get the bigger cases, people suing bigger companies, etc. However, although I did all the preparations and everything for Mike, he always took the credit. They never wanted me to handle the bigger cases. Now, I am the legal advisor for Whifield Incorporated. I smile as I think back to the night that changed my life for the better. *Flashback*Two months after my divorce, fate, or maybe irony, decided to intervene. I had no job and no money, so I could not move out of town. My apartment was at least paid for, and my neighbour, a swee

Claire's POVI get in my car to drive to work. I have a company car now. Damon gave me one last night. I know Damon gave it to me because he does not want me to walk to work and home every day. Although it is a small town, it can still be dangerous. Willowchreek is small enough for everyone to know everyone's business, but large enough to be dangerous after dark. It is a close-knit community, but there are also unwelcome elements in the community. However, the part where my apartment is situated is in the better part of town. Mike made a lot of money, and we could afford to buy this apartment. He always told me we would buy a house when we had children. Well, that never happened as he always said he was not ready to have children. His mother always blamed me for not giving him children. I wanted children as I am not getting any younger. I am almost twenty-nine. I smile bitterly. Everything that went wrong in our relationship was always blamed on me. However, I do not want to think abo

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