บททั้งหมดของ Unspoken Promises : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

DamianI’m sitting in my usual booth at Sapphire Gentleman’s Club, totally pissed off at not only myself, but also everyone in it. How could I assume Sareena wouldn’t find someone else? That she would be sitting at home waiting for me to find her. She’s a beautiful young lady and guys would be lined up with a chance to be with her. Fuck, I need to fix this.I look around the club and notice that tonight is really slow; only a few tables filled with drunk university kids, a few older men sitting around drinking their scotch; and Franco’s Russian girlfriend perched at the bar. I think her name is Lana. Pretty girl, but she always gives me the creeps. She watches both Matt and I a little too intently. I should probably give Matt a heads-up that she’s here, but he can deal with her when he gets here.A waitress stops at my table, and I recognize her immediately. Last time I saw her, she was naked, on all fours, with my cock down her throat. There was a time I could walk in here

Dr. Cameron JamesI stumble back into my office, lip throbbing, shirt stiff with dried blood. That Yank prick's got a decent right hook; split me clean open. In front of my own staff, no less. Cheeky little bastard’s lucky I didn’t put him through the bloody wall.This is my patch. My hospital. He doesn’t get to swagger in and throw punches like he’s in charge. No, he’s got no idea who he’s pissing off.I drop onto the sofa, grab my tablet, and type in her real name; Dr. Sareena Morelli.” She is Sareena Morelli, not Christina Moretti. That’s where I cocked it all up before. But now I’ve got her real name, and the search lights up. Multiple articles and mentions. Turns out Miss High-and-Mighty’s some Harvard genius; finished med school before she could legally drink. Mafia princess, too. Italian royalty with a pedigree soaked in blood and bribes. Well, well. That’s a twist. No wonder she thinks she’s above it all.I lean back in my chair, grinning to myself. This isn’t j

Sareena aka ChristinaMy head was swimming, and my limbs felt heavy, as I made my way to the bathrooms. I felt like I was already drunk; but I’d only had one glass of wine. Something definitely wasn’t right. I pushed open the bathroom door, desperate to splash cold water on my face, when suddenly, strong hands shove me from behind. I gasped, stumbling forward, lightly hitting the wall.The door clicked shut and locked behind me, and a firm grip on my arm yanked me toward the counter and mirror. My vision cleared just enough to recognize him, through the mirror. Damian. It really was him. I tried to move, but his hands still gripped my arms, holding me in place. His jaw was clenched, his eyes burning with something dark. Something dangerous.“You,” I whispered, trying to fight the haze. “Damian… I’m so glad you’re here.”I tried to reach for him, to throw my arms around him, but he didn’t let me go. Instead, he shoved my hips against the counter. His chest pressed into my

SareenaIt took me a while to steady my breathing. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done, I just grabbed Damian and kissed him. A real, deep kiss.We were still wrapped in each other’s arms when someone began pounding on the bathroom door. “Yo, you guys okay in there? There’s a line of some absolutely gorgeous women out here who actually need to use the restroom,” Matt called from the other side.We laughed, but before I could open the door, Damian pulled me in for one more lingering kiss. When we finally stepped out, I noticed that Matthew hadn’t been exaggerating. Four young women stood in line, but judging by the way they were eyeing him, I had a feeling they weren’t just there to use the toilet.“All good?” he asked, giving me a once-over before smirking. “I can always tell when someone has been fucking in the bathroom. It’s my superpower. Not to mention the messy hair and the dazed expression; it’s a dead giveaway.”“Matt,” Damian growled.“All right, all right! What happe

SareenaDamian picked me up and carried me to the back room, his grip firm but gentle. His eagerness mirrored mine, but there was something else, an uncertainty I couldn’t quite place. I wanted to feel him: his body against mine, his lips, his tongue. But a knot tightened in my stomach. It wasn’t the act itself that scared me; it was the vulnerability. Would I be enough for him?He kicked open the door and set me down, his eyes flicking over me as he turned to lock it behind him. When he faced me again, his gaze softened, searching mine. I knew he could see it, my internal struggle, and the hesitation.“Sareena, what’s going on?” His voice was gentle but firm. “I can see you’re fighting something. Whatever it is, you don’t have to hide it from me. We’re going to be partners in life, so just tell me.”I swallowed hard, my chest tightening.“If you’re thinking about what you just watched in that porn; that isn’t real. I would never force you to do anything you’re not ready for. Trust m