All Chapters of The Maid's Deception: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"Fine. Have Aria schedule it." Damien glanced at her. "Morning, before 10 AM. I want it handled before the day gets away from me.""Yes, sir." She made a note on her tablet.Julian headed for the door, then paused. "Damien, one more thing. Can I borrow Aria for a moment? I want to go over some logistics with her for the call."Damien's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why?""Because she's your assistant and I need her help coordinating schedules. Unless you have a problem with that?"A long pause. Then: "Fine. Five minutes. She needs to prepare for the board meeting.""Five minutes. Promise." Julian gestured to Aria. "Shall we?"She looked at Damien, who gave a curt nod. Permission granted.She followed Julian out of the office, expecting him to stop at her desk. Instead, he kept walking toward the break room."Mr. Pierce, where are we.....""Call me Julian, Aria. I thought we were close. And we need to talk."Her stomach dropped. This wasn't about scheduling calls.The break room was empty a

The rest of the day passed in a blur of tasks and phone calls and the constant hum of office activity.Lunch with the investor went well.....Damien took the potential client to an exclusive restaurant while Aria stayed behind, managing calls and coordinating with other departments.The Tokyo video conference at 3 PM was flawless. Aria had tested all the technology beforehand, prepared translation documents, and had relevant files ready for immediate reference. Damien gave her an approving nod when it concluded without a single technical glitch.The legal call at 4:30 PM was more complex. Contract negotiations for a major acquisition. Aria took detailed notes, flagged important clauses, and pulled up reference documents the moment Damien needed them.By 6 PM, when most of the staff started packing up for the evening, Aria was exhausted but satisfied. She'd handled everything smoothly. Anticipated needs. Made herself indispensable.Proven herself. Again.She was organizing her desk, pre

"Am I?" She pushed off the wall, swaying slightly but managing to stay upright. "Because you've spent four days treating me like I'm nothing. Like I don't matter. Like that moment yesterday in the conference room meant nothing.""That's not.....""So maybe I should let Mark flirt with me. Maybe I should let him buy me drinks and make me laugh and treat me like I'm worth something instead of like I'm...."She didn't get to finish.Damien closed the distance between them in two strides, his hand gripping her upper arm....not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to stop her words."Don't," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't threaten me with other men. Don't pretend you'd ever let anyone else touch you. We both know that's a lie.""Then what am I supposed to do?" Tears filled her eyes.....the alcohol stripping away her defenses. "How am I supposed to work beside you every day, feeling what I feel, wanting what I want, and getting nothing in return? How am I supposed to endure th

The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with such intensity that she screamed, her body convulsing, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers.Damien worked her through it, his fingers relentless, prolonging the pleasure until she was sobbing, until she was begging him to stop, until she was completely wrecked.When it finally ended, she collapsed against his chest, boneless and trembling."That's one," he said, his voice dark with satisfaction. "But I'm not done with you yet."******DAMIEN'S POVDamien slowly withdrew his fingers, making Aria whimper at the loss. He brought them to his mouth, tasting her, groaning at the flavor he'd been craving for over a month."Delicious. Even better than I remembered."She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, her face flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses. She looked thoroughly debauched. Completely his."I want you to ride my hand," he said, positioning his fingers at her entrance again. "I want you to show

ARIA'S POVThe alarm shrieking at 5 AM felt like a personal attack.Aria groaned, reaching blindly for her phone to silence it, and immediately regretted the movement.Pain. Everywhere.Her head pounded with the mother of all hangovers. Her mouth tasted like something had died in it. Her muscles ached like she'd run a marathon. And there was a strange soreness between her thighs that made her freeze mid-reach.What the hell?She forced her eyes open, squinting against the weak morning light filtering through her curtains. She was in her bed. In her pajamas....wait, no. She was wearing yesterday's bra and panties but nothing else.When had she undressed? She didn't remember undressing.Actually, she didn't remember much of anything after... after...The bar. Morrison's Bar. She'd been drinking with Sarah and the others from work. She remembered wine. Lots of wine. Then vodka. Then...Her memory cut off like a film with missing reels.She sat up slowly, her head swimming, and tried to p