All Chapters of ONE NIGHT,EVERY NIGHT : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

They spent the rest of the morning in bed, talking about nothing and everything. Around noon, Kai checked his phone and sighed. “I have a shoot this afternoon,” he said. “First one back in the city. Marcus set it up last minute. Some magazine spread.” Damien nodded, fingers still resting on the phoenix. “You want me to come with you?” Kai thought about it. “Maybe just watch from the side. I don’t want to make it weird for the team.” The studio was bright and busy. White backdrops, big lights, and people moving everywhere. Kai stood in the middle wearing an open white shirt and dark jeans, the phoenix tattoo clearly visible. The photographer, a tall guy named Nico with messy hair and a loud voice, circled him. “Chin up a bit more,” Nico called. “Yeah, like that. Give me that ‘I know

They left the studio hand in hand. The crew was still whispering behind them as they walked out to the car. Damien kept his arm around Kai the whole way back to the penthouse. Neither of them said much during the drive. The air felt heavy. When they got inside, Damien kissed Kai quickly. “I need to check something at the office. Won’t be long. Stay here and rest.” Kai nodded. “Okay. Come back soon.” Damien drove to ValeTech Tower. The building felt quieter than usual. He went straight to his office on the top floor and closed the door. He sat down at his desk and started going through some papers. Something felt off. He couldn’t put his finger on it. He opened the top drawer and froze. There was a small black device stuck to the underside of the drawer. Tiny. Professional looking. A bug. Damien stared at it for a few second

 They lay together for a long time after, breathing slow, bodies still warm. Damien finally got up to get water. Kai watched him walk to the kitchen, then rolled over and reached for Damien’s laptop on the nightstand. His own phone was dead, and he just wanted to check the time and maybe send a quick text to Lila. He opened the laptop. The screen lit up. Damien had left a folder open on the desktop something called “Background_KL”. Kai clicked it without thinking. Inside were pages of documents. Old photos of his mother. Bank records from when he was a kid. Notes about his toxic ex. Even a copy of the police report from when that ex had gotten rough with him years ago. At the bottom was a short email from a private investigator dated two months ago. *“Subject’s family history confirmed. Father left when he was 8. Mother struggled financially. No major red fl

Kai put the envelope on the coffee table and leaned back against the couch. Damien stayed close, arm around his shoulders. “You don’t have to open it today,” Damien said again. “Or ever, if you don’t want to.” Kai nodded. “I know. I just… it feels heavy. Like my mom’s still trying to talk to me from wherever she is.” Damien kissed the side of his head. “She loved you. That much is clear. And Clara seems like a good person for holding onto it all these years.” They sat in silence for a few minutes. Then Kai’s phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up, thinking it was Lila or Marcus. His face changed. “What is it?” Damien asked. Kai turned the phone so Damien could see. The message had no words. Just a photo. It was them kissing in the back of the li

They lay tangled in the sheets, breathing hard. Damien’s hand rested heavy on Kai’s chest, right over the phoenix tattoo. Sweat cooled on their skin. The room was quiet except for their slowing breaths. Kai turned his head and kissed Damien’s shoulder. “That was… a lot. But I needed it.” Damien pulled him closer, voice still rough. “Me too. I get scared and it turns into this. I just want to feel like you’re really mine. Like no one can touch us.” Kai ran his fingers down Damien’s arm. “I am yours. You don’t have to doubt that. Even when people are watching us from outside, I still come home to you.” Damien kissed his forehead. “I know. But it’s getting to me. The photos. The feeling that someone’s always there. I hate it. I hate that they saw us in the limo. I hate that they might have seen us tonight.&r