đź’« Chapter Two: The Job Offer
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AVA
Ava stood frozen in the doorway, her heart thudding like a drum in her chest.
Damien Blackwood.
The man whose bed she woke up in. The man who had looked at her like a secret and touched her like a storm. The man she had told herself she’d never see again.
And now, he was sitting behind a massive desk like a damn king.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her body screamed run. But her pride told her to stay.
He looked good. Too good. Navy suit, crisp white shirt, a silver watch that probably cost more than her monthly rent. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin.
Calm. Confident. Dangerous.
His eyes swept over her slowly, deliberately.
“Miss Carter,” he said smoothly. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon.”
She cleared her throat. “Neither was I.”
Damien rose to his feet, tall and commanding. He walked around the desk, closing the distance between them until she had to tilt her chin up again — just like that morning.
“I see you’ve applied for the marketing assistant position.”
“Yes.” Her voice came out breathier than she wanted. “Is… is there a problem?”
“Not at all,” he said, his lips curving slightly. “In fact, I’m reconsidering the role entirely.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” he said slowly, “I think you’re overqualified for something so small.”
“I need a job, Damien,” she snapped, instantly regretting the use of his name.
His eyes sparked with something unreadable. “And you’ll have one. If you want it.”
“Is this a joke?”
“No. It’s an offer.”
He walked back to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a sleek black folder. “There’s a position opening up on the executive team. Temporary, but important. I need a liaison between my personal brand and PR. Someone I can trust.”
She blinked. “You want me to work directly with you?”
He didn’t smile this time. “You already know how to follow instructions. That’s more than I can say for half the staff here.”
Her cheeks burned. She opened her mouth, then closed it.
“I’m offering you more money,” he added. “Flexible hours. A private office. And yes, it’s perfectly legal and within company policy.”
Ava swallowed hard. “Why are you doing this?”
He met her eyes. “Because I want to see what happens when I keep you close.”
Silence stretched between them.
Ava’s brain was screaming. Every logical part of her said leave. Find another job. Forget this man.
But the desperate part — the part that needed income, stability, and some twisted part of closure — made her nod.
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll take the job.”
Damien’s gaze darkened. “Good.”
He handed her the folder. “Review the contract. Sign it by tomorrow.”
She took it with trembling fingers. Her pride warred with her fear. She turned to leave, but paused at the door.
“One condition,” she said, facing him again. “What happened between us? It never happened.”
He studied her, unreadable.
“If that’s what you want.”
“It is,” she lied.
His eyes flicked down to her mouth. “Then it never happened.”
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DAMIEN
She was back. And she looked even better than he remembered.
Damien watched her walk out, chin high, spine stiff. But her hands were shaking. He saw it.
She was trying to act unaffected. Detached.
He liked it.
Because the Ava he met that night — the one who kissed him like she wanted to forget the world — wasn’t gone. She was buried under layers of fear and self-control, but he’d seen the truth.
And he intended to peel it all back.
One. Layer. At. A. Time.
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AVA
The apartment felt colder than usual that night.
Ava sat on the edge of her bed, the black folder spread out in front of her. The numbers made her blink — not just because of the salary, but because of what it all represented.
Power. Control. Proximity.
He wanted her close, and he didn’t hide it.
But what was his game? What did Damien Blackwood gain from putting her on his executive team? Was it guilt? Curiosity? Or something darker?
She thought of the way he’d looked at her. Not with pity. Not with regret.
With intent.
Ava signed the contract anyway.
Because rent was due. Because her sister’s health bills were piling up. Because she couldn’t afford to walk away from an opportunity, even if it came from the devil himself.
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Her first day started with a keycard, a personalized desk plate, and an overwhelming sense of being watched.
Her new office was just outside Damien’s — separated by glass, with a direct view into his domain. As if he wanted to make sure she never forgot who ran the show.
She kept her head down. Answered emails. Read briefing documents.
Tried not to think about the weight of his gaze through the glass.
It wasn’t long before the door opened.
A woman strutted in — tall, brunette, gorgeous, and clearly used to getting her way.
“You must be the new girl,” she said with a forced smile.
“Ava Carter,” she replied, standing politely.
“Of course you are.” The woman’s eyes flicked over her. “I’m Celine. I handle Damien’s schedule. Used to handle a lot more, but…” She gestured to Ava’s office, her smile tightening. “Looks like he’s… restructuring.”
Ava didn’t respond. She didn’t need to.
Celine stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Word of advice? Keep your legs closed and your head down. Damien doesn’t like distractions. And he doesn’t do repeats.”
Ava’s jaw clenched. “Thanks for the tip.”
Celine smirked. “You’ll need it.”
She turned and walked out, her heels clicking like gunshots on marble.
Ava sat down slowly, hands trembling in her lap.
This was going to be war.
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DAMIEN
The moment he saw Celine walk into Ava’s office, Damien set his coffee down and watched.
He knew Celine. Knew her type. She didn’t like being replaced.
He smiled to himself when Ava didn’t back down.
She wouldn’t be easy to break. And he liked that.
He stood and stepped into Ava’s office without knocking.
She looked up, startled.
“Walk with me,” he said simply.
She followed him through the building, past curious stares and whispers. When they reached the rooftop garden, he finally stopped.
“I hired you for a reason,” he said, turning to her. “Don’t let anyone in this building make you forget it.”
“I won’t.”
He looked at her, long and hard. “And stay away from Celine. She bites.”
“Is that a warning or advice?”
“Both.”
The wind lifted a strand of her hair, and he caught himself wanting to tuck it behind her ear.
Instead, he stepped back.
“I’ll see you in the strategy meeting.”
And he walked away before he did something reckless.
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AVA
The meeting room was full of executives, all older, sharper, and clearly confused by her presence.
But Damien made no introductions.
He just gestured to the chair beside him — not across, not behind — beside.
She sat, chin lifted.
And when the meeting ended, he leaned close and whispered, “You handled that well.”
A spark raced down her spine.
“Just doing my job.”
His lips brushed her ear.
“Good. Because this is just the beginning.”
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