The Night That Changed Everything
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His voice came out sharp at first, full of irritation.
“ I thought you disowned me; why are you calling? What do you want ?”
There was a pause at the other end.
“You know I can never come back” “I'm not interested in inheriting anything from you, and I don't care about how your company is doing; I have mine to worry about.
Silence again.
I don't care about what you have decided and don't ever call me again, his jaw tightened as he ended the call.
She never meant to listen, but the room was too quiet to ignore the intense conversation.
After a moment, he ended the call. He stood near the window, staring outside like he was trying to clear his head. She saw the tension and anger the call caused, and she knew the person on the other end had a bad history with him.
“Is it business?” She broke the silence.
He turned his head slightly before acknowledging the question. “Something like that “
She understood, so she didn't ask further.
Something unspoken had already begun to build since the call ended.
They were meant to spend an extra two days in Spain before returning to New York.
Clara had been staring at the message on her phone for the hundredth time for the past hour.
“Her position had been restored”
“The investigation was complete. The harassment complaint had been confirmed, and the executives involved had already been disciplined.”
She even received several calls from Adrian, but she hadn't answered any of them.
She didn't know how she was supposed to feel.
Happy?
Relieved?
Vindicated?
When she had spoken up, nobody had stood beside her. Nobody had defended her while she was being humiliated and escorted out like she had done something wrong.
And now they wanted her back; a bitter smile tugged at her lips.
Dressed in a soft silk nightgown that fell elegantly above her knees and exposed her perfect figure, Clara left her room and headed downstairs.
The apartment was unusually quiet.
Needing to clear her thoughts, she poured herself a glass of whiskey and took a slow sip.
The cool liquid slid down her throat, but it did little to calm the storm in her mind.
As she descended the last step, she saw Damien.
He was there.
Standing by the window, a glass in his hand.
He appeared lost in thought, staring out at the glittering lights of Spain.
Then Damien turned slightly, his gaze finding her. “Can't sleep?? “
For a few minutes they sat on the couch too close to each other, their eyes fixed on each other like they wanted to finish what they couldn't finish in the day.
Seems you drink a lot like me, his eyes fixed on her, while teasing her. He looked so absorbed and aroused already.
She knew, “You wanna kiss me”, she whispered, ignoring his question. Before she could finish it, his lips were ready on her like he was waiting for the question.
She kissed him back, tasting the alcohol in his mouth.
He drew her closer on the couch and slipped his hands to her nightgown. His hand slid slowly into her hair before he kissed her again, deeper this time, like the restraint between them had finally shattered.
Clara kissed him back immediately, her fingers gripping the front of his shirt while he pulled her closer against him possessively. Every kiss felt hotter than the last, filled with weeks of tension neither of them could ignore anymore.
Without breaking the kiss, Damien guided her gently backward onto the bed.
The moment Clara sank against the soft sheets, his dark eyes slowly traveled over her body with open hunger, and the look on his face alone made heat rush through her chest.
He pulled back just to look into her eyes again.
“Should I continue?” he asked while sucking her n****e.
Clara nodded , her gaze filled with desire and trust.
That single look was enough to destroy whatever restraint Damien had left. He removed his underwear and pulled her nightgown up with hunger in his eyes.
He slid his finger into her, feeling the wetness, and she gave out a loud moan, filling the dark room as the tension between them finally broke completely.
“Da…Damien” Clara whispered weakly as his hard c**k entered her.
“Relax, it's only halfway in,” he murmured while catching his breath. A rough groan escaped him while he threw in his first stroke
The night blurred afterward into warmth, tangled sheets, heavy breaths, soft kisses, and whispered words neither of them would fully remember by morning.
And somewhere between the touches, the kisses, the moans, groans and the overwhelming s*x, they knew it was more than just attraction. Damien held her possessively in his sleep while they slept.
In the morning, Damien was already in another room, occupied with a business call with Vanessa, his voice low and steady through the walls, and she was downstairs quietly packing her things.
It was her last day in Spain. Tomorrow, she will be leaving.
She folded her clothes, trying not to think about yesterday… trying to act as nothing had changed between them.
Like nothing had happened.
A knock came at the door.
She paused, then walked over and opened it.
A woman stepped in, the kind of woman who looked as if she belonged on the cover of a magazine.
Her fitted designer dress hugged her figure, with perfectly styled hair falling over her shoulders.
Large sunglasses covered half her face; she removed them slowly.
Their eyes met.
A smile appeared on the stranger’s lips.
The stranger smiled warmly, showing perfect white teeth.
“Hi, I’m Sophia”.
I suppose this is Damien’s apartment?” “Yes,” Clara replied, hesitating with a straight face full of curiosity. The woman smiled wider.
“I’m here to see Damien… my fiancé.” The words pierced her chest, and she froze, unable to speak. The cold spread through her feet, and she couldn't explain why those words hurt.
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