His to Consume

A Game of Two

Lena's POV

“We knew you'll do the right thing, honey.” Those were my mother's words and they have haunted me since yesterday.

As I stepped into my office, Damien was already there, leaning against my desk, his arms crossed and his expression stiff.

Damien rarely looked pissed, today, he was furious. His gaze was fixed on me. "So, it's true?"

My heart skipped a beat. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb, Lena. I know about the partnership with Grant Wells."

I flinched. "Damien, How did you know that?"

He shrugged, his jaw clenched. "I have my sources. You think you can just agree to something like that and keep me in the dark?"

I sighed, my head dropping slightly. "Damien, this is for my family. I don’t expect you to understand."

"Oh, I understand, alright." His voice was sharp, almost accusing. "You’re making a deal with him for your family after refusing to take the deal for Mega Hawke, do you have any idea how that looks?”

"It’s not like that!" I shot back. "It’s…it’s complicated."

"Complicated?" Damien laughed bitterly. "Lena, you're smarter than this. Don't let your family push you into this. You said it yourself. The offer is weak."

I bit my lip, my emotions a mess. "Damien, for the sake of business, I'll make sure Grant Wells offers you the deal even after working with my family. If that's what you want.”

“And what about you? Is this what you want?”

I sighed, "It doesn't matter, Damien. We're not–”

"Don’t say it," he cut me off, taking a step closer. "Don’t say we’re not involved, like I don’t matter. I care about you, Lena."

I turned away from him, my voice softer. "I’m doing it for my family. You wouldn’t understand."

"Lena..." His voice was pleading now, but I couldn’t bear to look at him.

"I have to go," I muttered, walking toward the door. "I can’t do this with you right now."

Damien called after me. "Lena, wait—"

But I was already gone, leaving him standing alone in my office.

Later that evening, I sat across from Grant in an exclusive restaurant, the signed contract between us feeling like a curse. I had sealed the deal, sold my soul to save my family’s name.

"Congratulations," Grant said, raising his glass to me with a sly smile. "To the future of the Reynolds family and a very profitable partnership."

I forced a smile, clinking my glass against his. I wanted to feel relieved, but all I felt was an ache in my chest.

Grant’s eyes gleamed as he leaned closer. "You know, Lena, we should really celebrate properly."

I might as well get some booze while having the second worst night of my life. So I nodded.

We arrived at the VVIP bar with his business partners and he ordered a glass of the best wine in the house.

Grant leaned in just as I gulped down the third glass. “We both know how wet you get when you're tipsy. Are you wet right now?"

I gasped, clenching my thighs tight as I felt his words flow like liquid fire through me.

I wasn't able to think of anything else all night. Every second felt like torture.

“Stop," I whispered harshly.

“I can see it in your eyes Lena, I can smell your arousal, you want me, you are dying to have me hold you down while you c*m undone."

I scraped the chair back violently and the partners looked up with questioning stares.

“Come on, Lena. The night isn't over, just one more glass." One of them said and offered me a glass.

My lips stretched in a fake smile and I watched my glass get filled for the fourth time.

I was on fire, almost shaking.

Grant smirked at me and his hand suddenly slid under the table, resting on my thigh.

I stiffened. "Grant," I breathed. Both in protest and relief. I was aching, I needed him.

He ignored me, his fingers brushing higher, and I squirmed.

"Relax," Grant whispered, his voice low and teasing. "No one will notice."

I gasped as his fingers parted my silky panties under the table, his warm hands cupping me.

"You’re mine, Lena. You've always been." he murmured, leaning closer, his lips brushing my ear.

I was dying.

"Grant, please," I whispered, my voice breaking, "please."

But Grant only smiled, his hand moving beneath the table, torturing me with his touch. I felt my resolve breaking.

By the time dinner was over, I could barely stand. Grant led me to the elevator, my body trembling. But when the elevator doors closed, something inside me snapped.

Grant pressed me against the wall, his mouth on mine, and to my horror, I didn’t fight him. I kissed him back, my body betraying me as his hands roamed freely. I was practically begging for him to take me, I was desperate.

"Please, Grant."

It wasn't like anything I'd dreamed. No, it was raw, rough, hasty. One second I was in the elevator and the next, I was in the backseat of his car, face flushed on the leather as he rode me violently, my screams filling the night.

“Damn it, Lena! You're so f*****g tight!" He groaned as he slammed into me, his hands holding me in place, lips roaming every inch of my skin. I was on fire, I could never have this anywhere else.

Minutes felt like hours and all I could hear was his moans mixed with mine, his sweaty flesh plastered with mine as my eyes rolled back and I lost consciousness.

The next morning, I sat in the passenger seat of Grant’s car, staring blankly out the window as we pulled up to Meg Hawke LLC. My body ached from the night before. I couldn’t believe I had let it go this far.

Grant leaned over, attempting to press a kiss to my cheek.

I stopped him sternly. "Last night was a mistake. You have your contract, stay the hell away from me.” I hissed and slammed the car door.

I stepped out of the car but as I approached the entrance of the building, my heart stopped.

The crowd was unusual and everyone turned to stare at me as I walked in. At the center of it, I saw him.

There, on one knee, was Damien, holding out a ring.

"Lena," he said softly, his voice full of emotion. "Will you marry me?"

I froze.