Entangled With My Boss

Chapter 5: A different Side to the Devil

Emily's Point Of View

"Let go of her. Now."

His voice was cold and sharp like a blade making Connor freeze in an instance. His hand, still poised mid-air to strike me, was gripped tightly by another. My eyes darted from Connor’s clenched fist to the large hand wrapped around his wrist, and then I followed the arm up to the face.

Damien Westwood.

My Freaking Boss

I stopped breathing.

"I said, let her go," Damien repeated, his voice like ice.

Connor hesitated, but after a tense moment, he released my throat. I stumbled backward, gasping for air, my fingers flying up to rub the sore spots on my neck. Connor turned to Damien, glaring.

He moved close to Damien matching his chest towards my boss’s, it was obvious that Connor was no match for Damien but his pride wouldn't let him back down

"Who the hell are you to interfere in my business with my girlfriend? And why the hell are you touching me?"

Damien didn’t even flinch. "I’ll do more than touch you next time you lay a hand on her."

Connor scoffed, puffing his chest. "Oh yeah? And who the hell do you think you are to order me around?"

Damien’s eyes narrowed, and he took a slow step forward. "I’m Damien Westwood. Her boss. The man who could ruin your life with a single phone call."

Connor went still. His bravado faltered.

I stood frozen, heart pounding, torn between fear and disbelief. Damien Westwood had just defended me.. against Connor.

Connor's jaw clenched, and he turned his glare on me. "Don’t bother coming home, Emily. You just embarrassed me in front of everyone. If you as much as come close to the house, I will kill you and feed your corpse to the dogs."

And then he stormed off.

As soon as he disappeared from view, I felt Damien's eyes on me. I turned to him instinctively and began stammering. "Mr. Westwood, I..I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…"

Before I could finish, he grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful like Connor’s grip, and he pulled me toward his car.

"Mr. Westwood, please... I can explain—" I tried to keep up, heels clicking against the floor, but he said nothing.

He opened the passenger door and practically shoved me inside before getting in and starting the engine. The silence was suffocating. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or... something else.

Where was he taking me? He had just defended me, doesn't that mean he isn't angry at me? I kept my hands in my lap, trying to keep myself from trembling.

Why was he even doing this?

After a short drive, he pulled up to a luxurious restaurant.. the kind I'd only ever seen while walking home. He stepped out, walked around, and opened my door. I got out slowly, confusion written all over my face.

“W… Why are we here?” I asked as I stepped down. But he said nothing and turned on his heel into the restaurant.

Inside, we were led straight to a private VIP room. Within minutes, our food arrived.. plates of mouthwatering dishes. I stared, stunned. My stomach growled, and I realized I hadn’t eaten since morning.

"Help yourself Miss Hart," Damien said simply.

I hesitated. His tone wasn’t angry. It wasn’t kind either. It was... unreadable. But I obeyed. I had wanted to argue but I was too hungry to refuse so I picked up the cutlery and began eating. And once I started, I couldn’t stop. The food was a masterpiece. It was delicious and I couldn't stop so I devoured the food like a starved animal. I didn’t care about appearances anymore. I just needed to feel okay again.

When I finally leaned back and drank some water, I noticed Damien still watching me and embarrassment washed over me.

"Who was he?"

The question caught me off guard. I blinked. “Who..”

His expression didn't falter “Don't play dumb with me Emily”

His tone was still subtle and I knew better than to annoy him "My... boyfriend."

Damien's jaw tightened. "How long has he been hitting you?"

"That was the first time," I lied quickly.

But he obviously didn’t buy it.

"I'm not a fool Emily so don't call me one.. For the first time You were almost an hour late this morning and I know it's because of him. Plus you had a swollen lip."

My hand flew to my mouth. I hadn’t realized it was visible.

I said nothing.

"You need to leave him, Emily. If you value your life at all, you’ll walk away."

I stared at him. Why was he saying this? Why did he even care? Is he even worthy of giving me such advise judging how he treats and changes women as he wish.

"You’re not going back to that apartment," he added firmly. "Not until he’s gone."

"Mr. Westwood, I appreciate what you did, but.."

"No buts. You’ll be staying at the company’s apartment."

My jaw dropped and I went silent for a while. "Why are you helping me?" I blurted out before I could hold back

He stared at me and I could have sworn that I saw pity in his eyes for a minute but then it suddenly disappeared and he looked away. Instead of answering, he stood up, walking toward the door.

"Finish your food and meet me in the car we’re going back to the office."

I looked down at my half-empty glass, hands shaking slightly. Damien Westwood was the coldest man I have ever known. Now he had just saved me, even offering me shelter. My mind went back to the moment Damien had appeared to save me.

The aura he carried, the way he appeared like a knight in shining armory

“Stop this Emily, Damien is nothing but a Casanova, you can't be fantasizing over someone like him.. “ I reminded myself.

He may had stood up for me and I had no idea why but that had to be it, no further attraction allowed.

As I sipped the rest of my water, I couldn’t help but ask myself the same question over and over again:

But why was the office monster acting like a saint?