All Chapters of HIS BLIND OBSESSION : Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

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Chapter 40 — Damien’s POV

I was not sleeping. I lay in the dark and thought about his foot against mine under the table and eleven minutes in the kitchen and the decided kind of okay and five weeks that was starting to feel less like consideration and more like cowardice. Lena’s voice. You were already gone before the accident. You were never fully there. I was here now. Lying in the dark at eleven pm aware of every sound Noah was making twenty feet away. The shift of his mattress. The quality of him not sleeping either. Two people in adjacent rooms both awake and not saying so. I sat up. Five weeks was forty-one days. Forty-one days of his foot against mine and his hand in mine and the decided kind of okay while I held a line I had drawn because I was frightened and had dressed it up as consideration. Walsh had said the procedure was in five weeks. Walsh had not said wait five weeks to be a person. I stood up. Found my door. Opened it. The hallway. Dark and quiet. I moved through it the way I moved

Chapter 41 — Noah’s POV

I didn’t sleep. I laid in the dark for four hours with his forehead against mine and his breath on my mouth living in my head on repeat and stared at the ceiling and thought about four weeks and six days like it was a countdown to something that could either save me or ruin me. Probably both. At five forty-five I gave up. Got up. Showered. Stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself for approximately two seconds and then looked away because that was enough of that. Made his coffee. Six twenty-eight. Right side. Two inches from the corner. I knocked. “Come in,” he said. I opened the door. He was at his desk. Jacket on. Assembled. Every wall back in place, the complete and deliberate version of Damien Cole that showed up every morning and gave nothing away. Except. His jaw was slightly tight. The muscle there doing the thing it did when he was managing something close to the surface. I set the coffee down. “Good morning,” I said. “Good morning,” he said. I turned t

Chapter 42 — Damien’s POV

Daniel arrived at noon without being invited. I heard the elevator at twelve and knew immediately because Daniel’s footsteps had a rhythm I had catalogued thirty years ago and could not unknow. Easy. Unhurried. The walk of someone who had decided where he was going and expected to be welcome when he got there. I had not invited him. “Daniel,” I said from my office without moving. “Damien,” he said from the entrance hall. “I didn’t ask you to come,” I said. “I know,” he said. Already moving toward the kitchen. “I brought lunch.” I put my phone down. Stood up. Walked to the kitchen doorway. He was unpacking containers onto the counter with the ease of someone who had been in this kitchen a hundred times, which he had not, but Daniel treated familiarity as something you decided rather than earned. Noah was at his desk. I could hear him keyboard, chair, the quiet rhythm of him working. He had not come out. “Noah,” Daniel called. Too loud. Carrying deliberately. The keyboard

Chapter 43 — Noah’s POV

Daniel left at one fifteen. He hugged me on the way out which he had never done before and said absolutely nothing about it and pressed the elevator button and was gone before I could ask what that was about. I went back to my desk. Sat down. Stared at the Zurich checklist on my screen. Us. He had said us. Not the checklist. Not we. Us. Like it was the most natural word in the world, like it had always been the word, like two people and a penthouse and four weeks and six days had been us for longer than either of them had said out loud. And then a promotion. And whatever you need for Eli and Caleb said quietly at the kitchen counter like it was a small thing. Like it was nothing. Like paying my brother’s hospital bills and now restructuring my entire employment package was just something that needed doing so he was doing it. I pressed both hands flat on my desk. Breathed. My phone buzzed. Daniel. How are you doing. Sitting at my desk, I typed. That’s not an answer. I

Chapter 44 — Damien’s POV

Marcus called at nine am.“Hale’s lawyers filed something,” he said. “A countersuit. He’s claiming wrongful termination from three years ago. Says the timing of our criminal case against him is retaliatory.”I sat back in my chair.“He’s trying to muddy it,” I said.“He’s trying to delay it,” Marcus said. “If he can drag this into a years-long legal fight, the data breach charges get tied up with his employment dispute. Juries get confused. Settlements happen instead of convictions.”“What does he want,” I said.“Money,” Marcus said. “And for us to drop the criminal referral.” A pause. “Damien there’s something else. His filing mentions Noah by name. Claims Noah’s hiring and rapid access escalation was irregular and worth investigating.”I went very still.“He’s trying to make this about Noah,” I said.“He’s trying to make this messy enough that you back off,” Marcus said. “It’s a pressure tactic. It won’t hold up. But it means depositions. It means Noah might need to give a statement

Chapter 45 — Noah’s POV

The deposition room had no windows.I sat at one end of a long table with Marcus beside me and a court reporter typing quietly in the corner and Hale’s lawyer across from me, a woman named Patricia Glenn who had the energy of someone paid by the hour to be intimidating.Damien was not in the room. He had argued about it for two days and lost and was somewhere outside it, listening through whatever updates Marcus could give him, which was its own kind of unbearable.“Mr Carter,” Patricia Glenn said. “You were given level three database access four days before the breach occurred. Correct?”“Yes,” I said.“That’s an unusually fast escalation for someone in your position,” she said. “Personal assistant. No background in finance, law, or technology.”“I have a literature degree,” I said. “Mr Cole gave me access because I found an error his legal team missed. He valued the work, not my résumé.”“Convenient,” she said.“It’s documented,” I said. “The email chain exists. Marcus has copies.”

Chapter 46 — Damien's POV

I gave the driver an address I had not said out loud in three years. Noah sat beside me in the car, quiet, the quietness of someone who had just dismantled a deposition in eleven minutes and was still coming down from the thrill of it. "Where are we going," he said. "Somewhere I used to go," I said. "Used to," he said. "Before," I said. He understood. He didn't push. The car stopped after twelve minutes. I knew the route without needing to be told, every turn memorised long before the accident took it away from me visually and long after it had stayed mapped in my body regardless. Central Park. The entrance near Seventy-Ninth. I got out. Found the path with my cane, the one I had not used since the night I went to find him at the hospital, and felt Noah fall into step beside me without taking my arm, without hovering, just present. "There's a bench," I said. "Third one on the left after the fountain. Used to be my spot." "Used to be," he said. "I haven't been here in thre

Chapter 47– Noah’s POV

The first time someone accused me of being in love with Damien Cole, I should have laughed. Instead, my stomach dropped.The car ride back from Central Park was quiet. Not awkward, not uncomfortable, just full. The kind of silence that existed when too much had been said and neither of us had figured out what to do with it yet. I kept thinking about the bench. About his voice when he said I mattered enough for him to bring me somewhere real. Most people wouldn’t understand why that hit so hard. Most people didn’t know Damien Cole.Beside me, he sat calm, one hand resting loosely against the seat between us. Close enough that I could have reached it. I didn’t. I still felt it anyway.By the time we pulled into Cole Industries, I’d almost convinced myself to stop thinking about it. Then the elevator doors opened, and the atmosphere shifted immediately. Conversations stopped. People looked away too quickly. I frowned because something was wrong, and beside me Damien noticed at the same t

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