His Filthy Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Chapter 22 Marcus’s POV I pushed open the door to the conference room and found Damien still standing near the long table, tablet in hand. A full year had passed since I last saw him in person. He looked the same in the ways that mattered: same sharp posture, same controlled expression but there was a tension around his shoulders that hadn’t been there before. The moment he turned and saw me, something in his face eased. I walked straight over and pulled him into a firm hug. He returned it without hesitation. hesitation. “Long time bro,” I said as he stepped back, smiling. “You look the same. Still carrying the weight of the entire company on your shoulders.” “And you look like you haven’t slept since the flight,” Damien replied. I laughed under my breath and dropped into one of the chairs. “You’re not wrong. I only landed this morning. You’re not wrong. I only landed this morning. I just want to see my married friend.” I leaned forward. “I need the real version. Not

Chapter 24Damien’s POVI closed the door behind us.The woman whose name I had not bothered to use more than once was already reaching for my jacket. Her movements were familiar, practiced, and free of any expectation beyond the night. I let her pull the fabric from my shoulders. This was what I had chosen. Something simple. Something that would not look at me the way Elena did.I pushed her back against the wall and kissed her hard. She responded immediately, opening for me without hesitation. My hands moved under her short dress, finding bare skin and the absence of anything underneath. She was already wet. Ready. Uncomplicated. I dragged my fingers through her slick folds, feeling how easily she opened for me, before I turned her around and bent her over the low dresser near the window.I freed myself, lined up, and pushed into her in one deep thrust. She moaned loudly, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Her heat closed around me immediately tight, wet, and eager. I set a hard, st

Chapter 26Damien’s POVMarcus opened the door before I could knock.He stepped aside without a word and let me in. His place was quiet, the lights low, the city visible through the wide windows behind him. I walked in, set my keys on the side table, and stood there for a moment, unsure what to do with the restlessness still sitting under my skin.Marcus closed the door and walked past me toward the kitchen. He opened a cabinet, pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and poured two glasses without asking.“You look like you need this more than water,” he said, holding one out to me.I took it. The glass felt solid in my hand. I needed something strong enough to dull the edges, something that might push Elena out of my head for even a short while. I drank. The burn settled slowly in my chest.Marcus leaned against the counter, watching me over the rim of his own glass. The same steady look he had always used when he knew I was carrying more than I wanted to say.“You look like you haven’t sto

Chapter 28Elena’s POVI changed quickly into simple dark clothes and met Damien in the entryway.He was already waiting, keys in hand, the same tired tension still set in his shoulders. He did not speak as he opened the front door. The night air felt cooler than before, brushing against my face as we stepped outside. We walked to the car in silence. He opened the passenger door for me without looking at me, then went around to the driver’s side and got in.The drive to the hospital was quiet. City lights moved past the windows in long, blurred streaks. Damien kept both hands on the wheel, his focus fixed on the road. I watched his profile in the dim light of the dashboard. The controlled expression was back, but it looked thinner than usual, as if the night had worn too many layers off him already. The faint scent of whiskey still clung to him. I did not try to fill the silence. There was nothing simple to say.When we arrived, he parked near the main entrance and sat still for a few

Chapter 30Damien’s POVThe doctor led us a short distance down the hallway into a small private room. My dad followed close behind. Elena stayed with me. The door closed with a soft click, sealing us off from the noise of the corridor.The space was plain two chairs, a narrow desk, a single window that looked out onto the dark parking lot. The air felt cooler in here, quieter. The doctor did not sit. He rested one hand on the back of a chair and looked directly at me, his expression carefully professional.“Your mother’s condition is stable for the moment,” he began, “but the injuries are more complex than we first believed. There is internal bleeding we are still monitoring, and swelling that has not fully settled. We are keeping her under close observation through the night. The next several hours will tell us more.”Victor’s voice was tight. “You said she was lucky.”“She is,” the doctor replied. “The impact could have been far worse. A few inches difference and the outcome would