THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORBIDDEN OBSESSION

CHAPTER SEVEN -THE KISS

I couldn't stop thinking about Damien's words.

"If I kiss you now, this contract will never feel fake again."

They followed me into my bedroom.

They stayed with me while I showered.

They were still in my head when I finally climbed into bed.

I told myself it was only attraction.

Nothing more.

But deep down, I knew I was lying to myself.

The next morning, I avoided Damien.

I ate breakfast alone.

I left for the office before he came downstairs.

And when I returned that evening, I went straight upstairs.

I thought I could escape the awkwardness.

I was wrong.

"Are you avoiding me?"

I stopped halfway up the stairs.

Damien stood at the bottom, his hands in his pockets.

"No."

"You've barely looked at me all day."

"I've been busy."

He walked closer.

"Amara."

I turned.

"What?"

"Look at me."

I hesitated.

Then I did.

His eyes were fixed on mine.

"I meant what I said last night."

My heart started beating faster.

"About the kiss?"

"Yes."

I swallowed.

"You don't have to kiss me."

"I know."

"Then don't."

He took another step.

"But I want to."

My breath caught.

He stopped in front of me.

"Tell me to stop, and I will."

I should have told him to stop.

Instead, I whispered,

"I don't know what I want."

His expression softened.

"Then let me make it simple."

He raised his hand and gently touched my cheek.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

I couldn't speak.

I simply nodded.

He leaned closer.

His lips touched mine softly.

It wasn't the passionate kiss I expected.

It was slow.

Careful.

Almost as if he was afraid I would disappear.

My fingers instinctively grabbed his shirt.

The moment I did, something changed.

His arms wrapped around my waist.

The kiss deepened.

My heart raced as I realized that there was nothing fake about what I was feeling.

When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing heavily.

He rested his forehead against mine.

"Tell me this is still just a contract."

I couldn't.

Because I knew I would be lying.

I stepped back.

"We shouldn't have done that."

He watched me carefully.

"Why?"

"Because I'm starting to forget why I agreed to this."

His eyes darkened.

"So am I."

I turned and hurried upstairs.

But for the first time, I wasn't afraid of Damien.

I was afraid of myself.

Because I was beginning to fall for him.