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Damien didn't ask if I wanted to go out. He just decided. It was barely past dinner when he walked into the living room, still shirtless from the shower, towel slung low on his hips. I was curled on the couch in one of his oversize T-shirt, scrolling on my phone, pretending I wasn't replying the way he had fucked me a few hours ago.He dropped onto the cushion beside me, thigh pressed to mine. “Get dressed,” he said.I didn't look up. “Why?”“Movie,” he said excitedly. I snorted. “You hate movies.”“I hate crowds. I don't hate movies.” He plucked the phone from my hand, tossed it onto the table. “We are going alone.”I finally met his eyes. “You rented the whole theater, didn't you?”He didn't even try to deny it. Just smirked. “Get dressed. Something easy to take off.”My stomach flipped. “You're unbelievable.”“You will love it.” He stood, pulled me up with him. “Ten minutes. I'm driving.”I rolled my eyes but went anyway. In the bedroom I dug through the ridiculous pile of new clo

The Intercom buzzed again, sharper this time.The doorman’s voice came through, hesitant. “Sir he's… refusing to leave. He's shouting. Security is on their way, but he's asking for Miss Elena.”Damien's arms were still locked around me. I felt his chest rise and fall, taking deep controlled breath, then he moved.“Stay here,” he said, voice low. No room for argument. I sat up fast, sheets falling to my waist. “Damien…”He was already pulling on sweatpants. He didn't look at me when he spoke again. “I said stay.”He walked out, shutting the bedroom door. I sat there frozen for maybe five seconds before I scrambled out of bed, yanked on one of his big shirts and ran after him barefoot.I caught him in the lobby, phone already to his ear speaking quietly to security. “Hold him at the gate. Do not let him inside. I'm coming down.”“I told you to stay,” he said in a calm voice. “I'm not letting you go down there alone,” I shot back. “He's drunk, he's mean and he's my mess.”Damien's jaw

I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Damien's low voice on the phone somewhere down the hall. The bedroom was dark except for the thin stripe of morning light sneaking through the blinds. My body still felt heavy from the sex at the diner, sore in the best and worst ways. I stretched, winced and reached for my phone on the nightstand.No new messages from him. Just Sofia from last night:Sofia: Girl you better not be dead. Text me when you wake up. I need details.I smiled and typed back quickMe: Alive. Barely. Coffee tomorrow?Sofia: Tomorrow? Bitch I need it today. Lunch at 1?Me: DealI dropped the phone and sat up. The sheets slid off. I was naked, again. Damien had this habit of stripping me completely before bed, like clothes were an insult to his skin touching mine.I pulled on one of his T-shirts and walked barefoot down the hall. He was in the kitchen, back to me, phone to his ear, voice low.“...make sure the paperwork is filed by noon. Yes, in her name. No que

The next few days felt like floating. I woke up in Damien's bed every morning with his arm slung over me like it belonged there. He would kiss my shoulder, murmur something sleepy and filthy, then roll out of bed to make coffee while I pretended to stay asleep a little longer just to watch move around the kitchen shirtless.I still went to the diner. Not ever shift, but enough to feel like I hadn't completely lost myself. Mike had already gotten the memo, new owner, new rules, no more late closes for me. Sofia kept teasing me mercilessly, calling me “Mrs Blackwood” every time I walked in. I'd flip her off, she would laugh. It was the only thing that still felt like my old life.That afternoon I was wiping down the counter after the lunch rush when the bell above the door jingle.I didn't look up at first, just kept wiping. Then I heard a voice. “Still slinging coffee, huh?” My hand froze.Marcus stood just inside the door, hood up, hands in pockets, that same crooked smirk he used to

After Sofia left I noticed how distant Damien was.“Is there something wrong?” I asked, concerned. “I should be asking you that,” he said calmly.“What?” I asked, confused.He stood up walking towards me and for some reason I felt this fear and stepped back. “You seem to be hiding things from me,” he took another step forward.“Damien… I'm not hiding…”“Stop lying,” he said calmly.My first instinct was to run towards the door, and for a moment, just a moment I saw the hurt in his eyes.“You are taking pills,” he said slowly.My eyes widened in shock, how did he find out?“I can explain…”“You kept it from me,” he moved closer. “I'm sorry,” I looked down “I'm not just ready for a baby yet,” I confessed. “I'm not angry… well I was, not anymore. I completely understand you.” His voice a little bit soft.I raised my head to meet his eyes. “Really?”“Yes, but don't keep anything from me again,” he warned.“I won't,” I nodded slowly. I searched his eyes. “You're not mad?”“I'm disappo