ONE NIGHT STAND

Chapter six

He loved Gina, but a part of him couldn’t ignore the connection he had felt with Blaire.

Meanwhile, after work in the evening, Blaire arrived at the bar, her heart raced with anticipation.

The dim lights and familiar atmosphere welcomed her, but as she scanned the room, her heart submerged.

Damien wasn’t there.

The absence of his presence felt like a heavy burden on her chest, and she fought to push back the disappointment.

“ Come on Blaire, stop dreaming,” she murmured to herself, forcing a smile as she approached the bar. “You’re just going insane and giving yourself up for heartache.”

She ordered a drink, trying to distract herself.

The lively chatter around her felt distant, and she found herself lost in her thoughts. Why was she coming back to Damien? Who probably just wanted a one night stand.

She didn’t know him well enough to feel this way, yet he had stirred something within her, she thought was buried.

As she sat taking her drink, memories of their brief encounter and intense s*x replayed in her mind, mixing with doubts and insecurities.

Maybe she was just another temporary moment in his life, a dream he’d soon forget.

Back at home, Damien hung up the phone after their conversation. He glanced at the picture of Gina on his desk, smiling and radiant.

He loved her, but things weren't the way it used to.

The thought of Blaire rushed through his mind.

The conversation they had shared moved on the edge of his memory, and he couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing. A nagging feeling of curiosity stirred within him, but he quickly pushed it aside.

“Focus on the future, it was just a one night stand.” he reminded himself. “You have a life to build with Gina and a legacy to uphold.”

But as he settled into the evening, a flicker of doubt lingered. What if he was missing out on something real with Blaire? The thought was unsettling yet alluring.

Back at the bar, Blaire groaned, she finished her drink and realised she should leave, but she hesitated, trapped in a web of hope and uncertainty.

The night felt long, and the absence of Damien left her feeling emptier than before.

With a heavy heart, she finally rose to leave, whispering a silent wish for the evening to have turned out differently.

Just when she was about to leave she heard a voice.

“ How could you betray this stranger by having the drink without him?” She looked up and it was Damien.

Blaire’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. She looked up, her breath jerking in her throat as she met Damien’s stare.

He stood there, looking as handsome as ever, a clue of amusement in his eyes that quickly softened into something more serious.

“ You’re here, I... I don't think I was betraying anyone,” she stammered, her cheeks blushing. “I wasn't expecting you either, why are you here?”

He stepped closer, the warmth exuding from him drawing her in. “ Well I thought I should have a drink too. You're not the only one in need. And something kept pulling me back here.” His eyes searched hers, a mix of sincerity and naughtiness moving within them.

Blaire felt her resolve begin to fall apart under his intense gaze. “ Oh! I see. Why did you choose this bar anyways?” she asked, trying to sound informal, but the unease in her voice betrayed her.

“ I was bored,” he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal.

She raised an eyebrow, unsure if to inform him of her awareness of his identity. “ Who are you?”

“ I'm Damien, I told you the other night.” he replied, a grin playing on his lips. “ You're the first lady I met who didn't recognise me at first sight. But that's a good thing.”

Blaire chuckled softly, the tension between them easing slightly. “ So you're truly Damien Smith.”

“Ohh! Now you know,” he said, his expression softening. “ For now, I'm just Damien.”

She nodded, her heart racing as he sat on the stool next to her.

Blaire could feel her pulse quicken as she remembered their previous encounter and intimacy, the way he had made her feel alive in ways she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“ About the other day, I'm sorry I left so early.” he said, his tone casual but attentive.

“No, it's fine.” she replied, taking a sip of her drink to steady herself. “ Thanks.”

“ For?” He leaned in, genuinely curious.

Blaire hesitated, unaware of how much to reveal. “ For spending time with me that night.”

Damien’s expression shifted. “ Are you a s*x worker? I mean we only met that night, had s*x while drunk and you seem okay with it. Are you here for the money? Well I should have thought about that too. I mean you know I'm Damien Smith.”

“ No, How can you be so mean?” she said, disgusted by his attitude . “ I didn't even know who you were until that morning.”

He nodded, his gaze rather cold. “ And you took the money I dropped on the cupboard. For a moment I thought what I felt was real.”

Their conversation became cold, as Blaire disagreed with taking his money, and didn't realise he had dropped some money.

she felt disappointed in herself.

The atmosphere around them shifted, and Blaire felt a coldness creep into their conversation. Damien's words settled heavily between them, and the warmth that had briefly ignited her heart began to disappear.

“Look, whatever we had that night was not real, and you forced me into having an affair with you,” he said, his voice cold and detached.