A Risky Bet
858 Words
The drive back to Damian’s penthouse felt like a countdown to destruction.
Celeste sat in the backseat of the black SUV, her pulse pounding in her ears as Damian’s man drove in silence. She could still feel Adrian’s kiss lingering on her lips, the taste of rebellion mixed with the dangerous thrill of defiance.
But she knew the price.
Damian would find out.
And when he did, there would be consequences.
Her hands clenched into fists as the city blurred past her window.
How long did she have before Damian made his move?
She had no choice.
She had to act first.
The Calm Before the Storm
When the SUV pulled into the underground parking garage of Damian’s penthouse, Celeste braced herself.
The moment she stepped inside, the air felt thick—like a storm waiting to break.
She had barely taken a step when Damian’s voice cut through the tension.
“Enjoy your coffee?”
Celeste’s breath hitched.
He was already waiting for her, standing by the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights casting an eerie glow against his sharp features.
A glass of whiskey dangled from his fingertips.
His eyes—dark and unreadable—pinned her in place.
Celeste swallowed hard. “It was fine.”
Damian took a slow sip, his gaze never leaving hers.
“Just fine?” he mused. “I would’ve thought kissing my brother would have made it more exciting.”
Her stomach dropped.
She barely had time to react before Damian moved.
He was in front of her in seconds, his hand gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him.
His touch wasn’t rough.
It was controlled.
And that scared her more.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game, Celeste,” he murmured.
Her pulse pounded. “So are you.”
His lips curled into something cold, something deadly.
“I don’t play games,” he whispered. “I end them.”
Her body tensed as his grip tightened ever so slightly.
“I should punish you for this,” he mused, eyes flickering with something dark. “But where’s the fun in that?”
Her breathing grew shallow. “Then what do you want?”
Damian’s smirk deepened.
“I want to see how long you last before you break.”
A Cage Without Bars
Celeste spent the next few days trapped in a suffocating routine.
Damian didn’t lock her up—he didn’t have to.
He made sure she was surrounded by his people at all times, watching, waiting, ensuring she had no way out.
But he never touched her.
Not once.
And that unnerved her more than anything.
Because it meant he was waiting.
For what?
She wasn’t sure.
But she knew she had to stay ahead of him.
Her only chance was Adrian.
They needed a plan.
They needed an escape.
And they needed it now.
A Risk Worth Taking
Celeste waited until midnight.
Until the penthouse was silent.
Then, with her heart hammering in her chest, she slipped out onto the balcony, the cold night air biting against her skin.
She grabbed her phone, hands shaking as she sent the text.
Celeste: We need to meet. Now.
She barely had time to exhale before the reply came.
Adrian: Where?
Celeste: Somewhere safe.
Adrian: I’ll find you.
She tucked the phone away and waited.
Minutes stretched into an eternity before a soft vibration made her heart leap.
A new message.
Adrian: Look up.
Celeste’s breath caught as she lifted her gaze—just in time to see Adrian perched on the neighboring rooftop, his figure barely visible in the dim city glow.
Her chest tightened.
He came for her.
She didn’t hesitate.
With practiced ease, she climbed over the edge of the balcony, gripping the narrow ledge as she carefully moved toward the neighboring building. The wind howled around her, but she didn’t stop.
One wrong step, and she’d fall.
But the risk was worth it.
Because Adrian was waiting.
The Last Choice
The moment Celeste reached him, Adrian grabbed her wrist, pulling her against him.
His grip was firm, steady, grounding.
“Are you insane?” he hissed. “If he catches you—”
“I don’t care,” she whispered.
Adrian’s jaw tensed. “Celeste—”
“I need to get out,” she breathed. “Before it’s too late.”
His expression darkened. “You think he’ll just let you walk away?”
She swallowed. “No.”
Damian wasn’t the kind of man who let things go.
But she wasn’t his.
Not anymore.
“I won’t let him own me,” she said fiercely. “Not my body. Not my choices. Nothing.”
Adrian exhaled sharply. “Then we need a plan.”
Her fingers clenched into his shirt. “We don’t have time. He knows about us.”
His eyes hardened.
“Then we make our move first.”
Celeste nodded, her heart pounding.
There was no turning back.
She was done being afraid.
Now, it was time to fight back.
And if Damian wanted to play games?
She’d show him exactly what she was capable of.
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