Todos os capítulos de Boardroom to Bedroom: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Damian's POVIt started out innocent-at least, it was supposed to be.Rachael had come over with a blanket, two cups of hot chocolate, and that mischievous grin that made it impossible to say no. We'd planned to watch a movie, just something light to unwind after the long, exhausting week.But then the movie turned into late-night talk.And the late-night talk turned into teasing.And teasing-well, teasing was dangerous with Rachael."Why do you always look at me like that?" she'd asked, curling her feet under herself on the couch."Like what?""Like you're thinking something you shouldn't."She wasn't wrong.The movie flickered in the background, forgotten, the sound low and distant compared to the soft rhythm of her laugh. The room felt too small for both of us and all the things we weren't saying. When she leaned closer, brushing my arm as she reached for the popcorn, the

I was in trouble.By the time we got to work, the shift between us was impossible to hide. Her eyes found mine in the elevator; a quiet smile passed between us - small enough to look innocent, but deep enough to say we remember.We tried to act normal. Professional. But the air in my office was too still, too full of echoes from the night before.At one point, she came to hand me a report, and her fingers brushed mine. It was a simple touch - but it lingered, both of us pretending not to notice."Thanks," I said, a little too softly.She met my gaze, lips curving. "Anytime, sir."Sir. She said it with that teasing tone, the one that made my pulse skip.I leaned back, pretending to read. "You should be careful calling me that.""Why?""Because you sound like you're flirting.""Maybe I am."I looked up then, really looked, and there it was - that spark again. The on

Damian's POVThe office smelled faintly of coffee and fear - though not my fear. Someone else's.Rachael's desk had been moved. That much I noticed the instant I stepped in. The chair was empty. Her things... gone. A note, crisply folded, sat where her planner used to be: "Temporarily transferred for project management - HR."I didn't even need to read between the lines. I knew exactly who had orchestrated this. Elena.I slammed my briefcase onto my desk, the sound sharp enough to make the few early birds in the office flinch. My pulse thudded in my ears - not from stress, not entirely - from fury.She thought she could take Rachael from me. Thought she could remove the one person who made me feel again without me noticing.I sank into my chair, gripping the edge, jaw tight. My mind was a warzone. Every scenario, every conversation I could have, ran like a loop. I could see her smug smile already. "Let's see how he ha

Elena's POVI didn't bother knocking. I didn't care.My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs I thought it might split. The closer I got to his door, the more the heat in my chest grew - a toxic mix of jealousy, betrayal, anger, and something worse:Longing.I walked straight in. No greeting. No hesitation.Damian was in his living room, shirt halfway unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, as though he belonged to some magazine spread. He looked up, startled - but something else flickered in his eyes.Something like recognition.I walked toward him. Every step steady, even though my insides were shaking.He opened his mouth. "Elena-"I didn't let him finish. I reached up, grabbed his collar, and crashed my mouth against his, hard, immediate, and utterly devoid of gentleness. It was a demand, a confession, and an accusation all rolled into one desperate, consuming action. I used the pressure of my body against his, pouring every ounce of the week's fury, confusion, and longing into the

Elena's POVThe office was almost completely dark, except for the silver glow of the skyline spilling through the window. The overhead lights were off-Damian hated harsh lighting when he was thinking.Or when he was pretending not to.I was leaning against the far edge of his desk, arms folded loosely, eyes fixed on him in that leather chair like he was some unsolvable puzzle.He wasn't writing. He never was anymore.He was staring.Not at me. Not even at the window.But at his own reflection in it."You're doing it again," I said softly, breaking the quiet between us.He blinked and turned, like he was snapping out of something deep. "Doing what?""That thing where you're looking at the world, but you're not in it."His jaw tightened. He looked away again. "It's nothing.""No," I said, stepping toward him slow, deliberate. "It's Lazarus."A pause.He didn't deny it.Just a muscle twitch in his cheek. A blink longer than usual."You think the lapses are because of Lazarus?" he asked,