Chapter 14: After the Fire
501 Words
Lena woke to the hush of early morning and the soft weight of Damien’s arm draped over her waist. Sunlight leaked through the curtains, golden and quiet. For a moment, she lay there—still, warm, and stunned by the feeling in her chest.
Last night had changed something. She felt it in the way he had touched her. Not possessive. Not calculated.
Real.
But now, reality hovered just outside the walls of Damien’s penthouse—threatening to crash back in.
She slowly slid out from under his arm, grabbed a silk robe, and padded quietly into the kitchen. She needed space. Clarity. Coffee.
The machine hissed as she poured a cup. The bitter scent grounded her, but her mind raced.
*What are you doing, Lena?*
The whole arrangement was supposed to be business. Temporary. Clean.
Now? She’d crossed a line. And there was no going back.
A rustle behind her made her turn.
Damien stood in the doorway, shirtless, eyes still clouded with sleep. “You left the bed.”
“I needed air.”
He leaned against the doorframe. “Do you regret it?”
Lena didn’t answer right away. “No,” she said finally. “But I don’t know what it means.”
“It means we stop pretending this is just a deal.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you want?”
“I’m not sure what I want,” he admitted, stepping into the kitchen. “But I know what I don’t want. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and find you gone.”
Lena blinked, surprised by his honesty.
He took the cup from her hand and sipped. “You make terrible coffee.”
“Don’t distract me with insults.”
He smiled faintly. “Then let’s talk.”
They sat at the kitchen island, knees almost touching. It felt domestic. Intimate. Unfamiliar.
“I don’t know how to do relationships,” she said, her voice low. “My last one ended with betrayal and a lawsuit.”
Damien’s expression hardened. “What did he do?”
“He stole my ideas and published them under his name.”
Damien’s jaw clenched. “Remind me to ruin him.”
Lena chuckled, the sound surprising even herself. “You don’t even know his name.”
“Doesn’t matter. You don’t betray someone like you and walk away clean.”
She stared at him, her heart skipping.
Maybe this man wasn’t just power and contracts. Maybe—just maybe—there was something deeper.
A knock on the penthouse door shattered the moment.
Damien stood, frowning. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
He opened the door.
A man in a gray suit stepped in, handed Damien a sealed envelope, and left without a word.
Damien opened it, scanned the contents—and stilled.
“What is it?” Lena asked.
He looked up at her, eyes suddenly cold. Guarded.
“A threat,” he said quietly. “To both of us.”
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