Faking It With Damian Black Novel Novels & Stories

But I’m not finished. She would rebuild. She would rise. She would take back her career, her name, her power. And when she stood at the top again, a phoenix from the ashes? She would make them burn. She opened her laptop again, her fingers a blur, this time typing: “Damian Blackwell medical condition”. Before she could hit enter, a soft cough echoed from the doorway. Amara jolted, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Damian stood there. Tall. Imposing. Dressed in a black turtleneck and tailored slacks, his hair slightly tousled, as if he’d just run a hand through it in a moment of frustration. His silver-gray eyes, sharp and intelligent, locked onto hers.

Damian whispered into my hair, voice low enough to stir my skin: “Vivian… don’t scare me like this again.” His hand tightened gently around mine. “Promise me.” I opened my mouth to respond, but my eyelids were already heavy, sleep tugging me under. Just before I drifted off, I whispered, “I promise.” But even half-asleep, one thought burned quietly in my mind. If Damian keeps caring for me like this… How much longer will I be able to pretend I’m not falling for him

Which was never a good sign. “Permit me to do something super crazy.” My eyes widened immediately. That sentence alone was enough to make me nervous. Because with normal people, “super crazy” could mean ordering dessert before dinner. With Damian? Super crazy could mean starting a war. “Damian, don’t...” Too late because of course he didn’t wait for my response. Why would he? This was Damian Blackwood. The same man who casually invited my emotional trauma over for dinner like he was offering free dessert.

Damian emerged from the terrace, whiskey glass in hand, his silhouette sharp against the neon-lit Vegas skyline. His grey eyes pinned her, heavy with intent. A reflex she couldn’t stifle sent her fingers brushing over the book’s spine. He crossed the room, his steps deliberate, his gaze unwavering. He plucked an orchid from its nest of tissue paper, his thumb grazing its velvety edge before his fist closed, crushing it. The ruined petals fell to the marble like ash. “He thinks he can claim your mind, milaya,” Damian said, his voice a low growl, the Russian accent curling around the endearment. “My uncle missed the lesson on the Strip.”

“ Tell me , how far have the two of you gone ? “ asked madam Diana . “ We have already slept together a couple of times . “ said Damian . The look on madam Diana’s face made Damian feel the chills for the first time in a while in his life . The only time he felt the chills was when madam Diana confronted him about organising messy deals . “ I should have prevented you from coming to this city . You should have stayed abroad for a few months more . Yeah ! “ said madam Diana trying to keep her calm . “ Be a bit more understanding mom . I just dated someone whom I thought was interesting and felt comfortable with . Now , you are making me feel as if I am a criminal . I didn’t rape him . He was

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

“Is that why you barged into my office? Ever heard of knocking?” Damien smirked. “You should know by now, I don’t take orders from anyone. That’s why my Last name is Blackwood.” Amelia leaned back in her chair, arms folded. “Cute. So, what do you want, Damien? I thought we were still enemies especially after what I did to your lovely wife.” He gave a small chuckle. “Why are you always so dramatic?” He walked closer, stopping in front of her desk. “You were right about Katherina, by the way. The chaos that follows her still hasn’t ended.”

Pictures of me and Kade outside the venue, his hands on my waist and us leaving together. God. We looked like a real couple. “They know Kade is your new client.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The elevator feels too small, too hot, too freaking crowded. My lungs almost give up as I see another headline flash across my screen. COULD THE BLACK OUTCAST BE DATING HIS BROTHER’s BEST-FRIEND FOR REVENGE? DIRT BIKER KADE BLACK’s GIRLFRIEND IDENTIFIED AS MANAGER. CLIENT-MANAGER ROMANCE? My eyes squeeze shut. I wasn’t thinking when I asked him to pretend for me, I should’ve ended things there.

Before I could ask what she meant, I heard the sound of tires screeching against wet asphalt. A black car stopped a few feet away. Damian. He stepped out, rain plastering his shirt to his chest, eyes locking on Caroline. Then on me. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said sharply. “I could say the same,” I snapped. “Touching,” Caroline said, clasping her hands. “Both of you, here to save each other. Poetic, really.” “End this,” Damian growled. “Oh, but it’s just beginning.” She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small device - a recorder. “You built your empire on lies, Damian. Time to let the world hear them.”

He grabbed my jaw, placing a chaste kiss there before abruptly leaving the room, leaving me wet, aching, and panting. Damien Black was fucking wicked. Utterly fucking wicked.