All Chapters of My One-Night Mistake Is My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The car stopped in front of a building Aria didn't recognize.Not a home. Not yet. The sign above the entrance read Blackwood Enterprises in letters that caught the morning light like they were carved from something precious. She had never seen this place before. She had never heard this name before.And yet, here she was.Damien killed the engine. I turned to face her. His expression was unreadable again, the mask back in place after whatever had cracked in the garage."This is where you work now."Aria stared at him. "I don't have a job.""You do now." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folder. Thick. Cream-colored. Her name was typed on the front. "You start today. Nine AM. It's eight forty-five."She didn't take the folder."You cannot be serious.""I am never not serious." He placed the folder in her lap. His fingers brushed her thigh through the robe—she was still wearing the hotel robe. She had no clothes. No shoes. No identity."I'm in a bathrobe.""You're in my car."

Victor Harrington found her in the lobby.Not by accident. Aria knew that immediately. He was standing by the security desk, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than her degree, holding two cups of coffee like an old friend waiting for a delayed train.He smiled when he saw her.Not Damien's smile—controlled, dangerous, a weapon disguised as charm. Victor's smile was warm. Open. The kind of smile that made you want to confess things."Aria." He said her name like he had been practicing it. "I was hoping I'd catch you."She stopped ten feet away. Close enough to talk. Far enough to run. "I don't know you.""You know my name. Damien made sure of that." He extended one of the cups. "Plain oat milk latte. No sugar. You haven't changed."You haven't changed.The words hit her like a key turning a lock she didn't know existed."I don't remember ever meeting you."Victor's smile didn't falter, but something behind his eyes softened. Almost pity. "I know. That's why I'm here."---He le

The Half Moon looked smaller in daylight. Aria stood across the street at five minutes to noon, watching the faded sign flicker above a door she had walked through once before—a night she couldn't remember, leading to a man she couldn't escape. The bar had seemed dangerous then, all shadow and mystery and the kind of music that swallowed regrets. Now it just looked tired. The paint was peeling. The windows hadn't been cleaned in months. Even the street felt abandoned, as if the city had forgotten this corner existed.She thought of Damien's hands clenched at his sides, the way he had looked at her when he said "I love you." Then she pushed the thought away and crossed the street.A bell dinged above the door when she entered. The interior was darker than she expected—wood-paneled walls, cracked leather booths, a jukebox that hadn't played anything this decade. The air smelled like old cigarettes and older regret. A single bartender wiped the same spot on the counter over and over, not