All Chapters of Boardroom to Bedroom: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Oopsie

Elena's POV"I'll help you remember," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.The space between us went still, like the air was holding its breath. Damian's eyes locked on mine - the tension between us was no longer just emotional, it was physical, magnetic, relentless. He didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't look away.He didn't have to.I closed the distance.My lips pressed against his - soft, searching, then deepening with the kind of hunger I'd buried for far too long. Damian responded instantly, like his body remembered everything his mind had been forced to forget. His hands moved to my waist, rough and sure, pulling me against him as he stepped back into his office chair.The kiss grew desperate.Breathless.I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and the chair rolled back slightly before stopping against the desk behind him. He pulled away for a second, just to look at me - like he was seeing me for the first time and every time all at once."I remember this..." he breathed

Where Secrets Stop Breathing

Elena's POVLucas's voice sliced through the room like broken glass."Elena?"That one word-my name-hit harder than a slap. Damian and I sprang apart so fast his chair rolled back and hit the shelf behind him. My breath froze in my chest. I turned, slowly, like a guilty criminal awaiting a verdict.Lucas stood at the doorway, his hand still gripping the handle as if he'd tried to catch himself but failed. His eyes were wide, disbelieving... and already breaking. He didn't move. He didn't blink. He just stared, as if by staring hard enough, he could wake up from this nightmare."Lucas..." My voice cracked. "I can explain."His mouth pulled into a half-laugh-one frustrated, devastated, mocking exhale. "Explain?" His eyes flicked to Damian, then back to me. "What exactly are you planning to explain, Elena? I just watched you kissing him."Damian stepped forward, but Lucas's glare pinned him in place."Don't," Lucas warned. "Don't come near me."Damian froze, his jaw tightening. I could f

Lucas with the Bomb

Damian's POVThe following week felt... wrong.Not because of work. Not because of the board meetings, the calls, the endless crisis clean-ups after eliminating Lazarus.No.It was Elena and Lucas.Or rather-Elena and the aftermath of Lucas seeing us kiss.He'd barely looked at me since then. He'd been quiet, too calm... and something about the calm made every hair on the back of my neck stand upright.Elena tried to act normal at work, but I saw the tension in her eyes.Lucas stopped dropping by the office. Stopped texting her. Stopped calling.Silence, when it came from a man like him, wasn't peace.It was planning.And he was planning something.I could feel it.Friday afternoon, the office was thinning out fast. People were rushing home, excited for their weekend. Rachael had been temporarily transferred to another branch, but she came by today because I needed her to retrieve a file-a contract she had drafted before she left.She walked into my office with her usual warm smile,

When Proximity Turns Dangerous

Damian's POVRacheal's suitcase looked too small to hold all the fear she was carrying.She stood at the edge of my living room that evening, fingers knotted in front of her, eyes darting around like she expected Lucas to burst out from behind one of the couches with another bomb."Are you sure I'm not imposing?" she asked softly."You're not," I said, dropping my keys into the bowl by the door. "You're safe here. That's all that matters."She exhaled shakily, the tension in her shoulders easing a little. I could still see the way her hands trembled-after almost blowing up in my car earlier that week, anyone would tremble. But Racheal wasn't just anyone. She'd always been composed, mature, grounded. Seeing her like this made something protective coil inside me."Besides," I added, giving her a faint smile, "Elena's apartment is just upstairs. If anything goes wrong, there's backup."Racheal's mouth twitched. "You mean if she stops hating me long enough to help?"I smirked. "She doesn'

The Tie Between Us

Elena's POVIf humiliation had a shape, mine would've looked exactly like a chrome coffee cup frozen halfway to Lucas's mouth.That was the moment everything went downhill.But today?Today was somehow worse.Rachael was back.Not back as in "visiting."Not back as in "dropping something off."Back as in fully reinstated, standing beside Damian with a shiny new badge and a smile that made me want to throw her into the nearest elevator shaft.I watched them from down the hall because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. Rachael stood close to him-too close-holding her tablet while Damian reviewed something on it. They weren't touching, but the air between them was soft, familiar.Comfortable.The kind of comfortable people only have when they've shared more than spreadsheets.I swallowed a sour taste.Two days ago, she'd been transferred across the city. Two days ago, she'd packed her things and left this office quietly. Two days ago, Damian hadn't said a word about missing her.

Two Lines

I stare at the calendar on my phone for the fifth time this morning, as if the dates will magically rearrange themselves and show me something different. Maybe I counted wrong. Maybe work stress shifted my cycle. Maybe the universe is simply confused.But I'm not.My period is six days late.Six.That has never happened. Not to me. Not with my body that has always been annoyingly punctual-almost too punctual. So why now? Why this month? Why after everything has spun completely off its axis?"No," I whisper to myself, pacing the length of my tiny living room. "You're overthinking. It's stress, Elena. Just stress."Except my chest is tight. My palms are sweaty. And every time I breathe, I feel something coil tighter in my stomach-fear, hope, panic, I don't even know.There's only one explanation. One disturbing, impossible, stupid explanation.Damian.My body goes hot all at once. Not Lucas. Not Lucas-we haven't been intimate in weeks. Not since things got... whatever they became. Cold.

It's YOU, you Imbecile!

Elena's POVIt's been a month. One whole month of simmering rage, indignation, and silent plotting.And I'm still furious at me. Furious at the universe. And absolutely, completely, unequivocally furious that Damian-my Damian, the idiot who got me pregnant-has the audacity to be out there gallivanting with Rachael like nothing happened.Like he didn't just ruin my uterus. Damian, of course, was seated across the conference table in his usual smugly charming way, his designer suit perfectly tailored, hair impossibly styled, and that infuriating half-smile that made women swoon and men hate him in equal measure.I'm sitting in the middle of a meeting, trying my absolute best to look calm and professional while listening to Damian prattle on about quarterly projections. My jaw is tight. My hands are folded neatly on the table, but inside, I am simmering like a pressure cooker.I mean-seriously. I clench my fists under the table, nails digging into my palms.My stomach churns. Not just

…ready to strangle him with my IV line

Elena's POVI surfaced into consciousness like someone dragging me out of deep water. Sound came first—muffled voices, the distant beeping of a monitor—then the blinding hospital lights.And then him.Damian.Sitting stiffly beside my bed like he’d been carved out of expensive marble, jaw locked so tight the muscle twitched. His elbows rested on his knees, both hands clasped together like he was praying—or trying very hard not to smash something.He noticed the moment my eyelids fluttered. His head snapped up.And God… his eyes.Cold. Guarded. Calculating.The ultrasound picture lay folded with surgical precision on the bedside table, placed there like evidence in a crime scene.I blinked, throat tight. “Damian?”He didn’t answer right away. He just watched me—too intensely, like every breath I took was suspicious.Finally, he spoke. “You passed out.” His tone was clipped. Controlled. “The doctor said it was stress, exhaustion… and the pregnancy.” The last word came out like it person

The Deleted Confession

By the time I was discharged from the hospital the next morning, Damian had turned into a robot.A polite, professional, maddening robot.He drove me home in complete silence—well, not silence, the man had the audacity to turn on the traffic updates radio station—then dropped me off with a stiff “Rest.”No hug.No comforting hand.Not even a smile.He didn’t even wait to see if I made it inside the building before driving off.The next day at work was worse.Much worse.I spotted him the second I stepped into the office—standing by the glass panels with two managers, suit immaculate, posture perfect, expression unreadable.When he saw me… he froze.Just for a second.Just enough for me to see the crack.Then he straightened and gave me a nod. A literal nod. Like he was greeting a board member, not a woman whose unconscious body he carried into the ER less than 24 hours ago.“Good morning,” he said stiffly.“Morning,” I muttered, glaring.He didn’t wait for anything else. He just turne

Anger at His Threshold

I didn't sleep.Not a single minute.I spent the whole night pacing my apartment like a feral cat, checking my phone every five seconds even though I KNEW the message had been delivered. Delivered. Blue tick. No reply.Damian saw my text.Damian SAW "The pregnancy is yours," and still didn't respond.The longer I thought about it, the more my blood boiled.Who does he think he is? Ignoring me? Acting confused in the hospital, pretending he didn't notice the timeline? Then ghosting me after I finally told him the truth?Unacceptable.So yes - I was fully justified when, at exactly 8:02 a.m. on Saturday morning, I marched straight to his door and banged on it like I was owed money.Because I was.Emotionally.And hormonally.And spiritually.The door finally swung open - and there he was. Damian Cross. Tall, rumpled from sleep, hair messy, wearing joggers and a T-shirt, looking unfairly attractive for someone who deserved to be punched in the throat.His eyes widened the second he saw m

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