the Warning
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The heels of dozens of employees echoed through the hallway as everyone shuffled into the main conference room. Monday had returned like a cruel joke, and Scarlett Hayes held her notebook tightly as if it were the only thing keeping her spine straight.
She took a seat near the end of the long executive table.
And then he walked in.
Damon Blackwood.
Tall. Composed. Jaw sharp enough to cut through oxygen. His cold presence filled the room before he even spoke.
The conversation died instantly.
Scarlett didn’t want to look at him. Didn’t even want to want to look at him.
But her eyes betrayed her flicking up the moment he passed.
His suit was perfectly tailored. Hair styled back yet slightly rebellious. Hands in his pockets like he owned the air everyone breathed.
He did.
She looked away quickly but not quickly enough.
Because he saw.
A flicker of awareness flashed in Damon’s eyes, but his expression hardened immediately, shutting her out like a door slammed in a hurricane’s face.
> “Good morning,” he began, voice deep and controlled. “We’ll make this brief.”
Scarlett’s heart pounded too loudly. She forced her eyes onto her notes. Not him. Never him.
The meeting was about restructuring — new departments, tighter deadlines… and Damon’s relentless standards. Scarlett scribbled down his directives, trying to appear unaffected by his nearness.
But her body remembered him. Every breath. Every touch.
She hated that.
When the meeting ended, everyone rose. Damon’s voice cut through the noise:
> “Miss Hayes. Stay.”
The room paused in curiosity then resumed motion with renewed whispers. Scarlett’s pulse skipped painfully.
She waited until the last person slipped out before she slowly stood, keeping the table between them as a barrier.
Damon closed the door behind them.
Silence.
He turned, leaning casually against the table near her — too close. His cologne brushed her senses, dragging last night’s memories to the surface like a cruel tease.
She stepped back.
He smirked.
Not kind. Not warm.
Predatory.
> “You were staring,” Damon said.
Scarlett’s lips parted in outrage. “I wasn’t.”
> “You were,” he corrected smoothly. “You’re not very subtle.”
Heat shot to her cheeks. “Maybe I was just paying attention to my boss.”
“Is that what we’re calling it?” His voice dipped low. Taunting.
Her nails dug into her notebook.
“Drop the attitude,” she hissed. “that night meant nothing to me.”
Damon pushed off the table and stepped closer, eyes cold flames.
“Good,” he said. “Because it meant nothing to me either.”
The words stung like acid.
He continued, voice sharp enough to slice:
“Consider it a one-time mistake. I don’t do attachment. And I definitely don’t mix my private life with business.”
Scarlett’s breath caught, anger rising fast.
“You think I want to be attached to you?”
His eyes darkened with something dangerously close to amusement.
“I think,” he said softly, “you’re not as indifferent as you pretend.”
Scarlett’s chest tightened. “You’re unbelievable.”
Damon’s gaze lingered a moment too long on her lips before snapping upward again — controlled, cold.
> “Keep your head down. Do your job. And don’t make this complicated.”
> “I wasn’t the one who” she started, but his stare pinned her into silence.
He was close enough that her pulse tripped.
Close enough that she hated him for breathing near her.
“One night, Miss Hayes,” he murmured. “I don’t repeat myself.”
Anger roared in her bones.
“And I don’t chase men who don’t want me.”
That hit him. He stilled just a fraction.
Then he stepped back, walls slamming up harder than ever.
“Dismissed,” he ordered, voice like steel.
Scarlett walked out first chin lifted, heart bleeding.
Damon watched her go.
Jaw clenched.
Fists curled.
staring at his watch like he didn’t care.
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After Work — Daniel's apartment
As maya walked into Daniel's apartment, she was already unbuttoning her blouse, eager to get started. But instead of the usual passionate greeting, she found him sitting on the couch, his jaw clenched and eyes dark. "You're late," he growled.
Maya pouted, climbing onto his lap. "I missed you," she purred, kissing his neck. But as she began to grind against him, she mentioned casually, "I saw they Hired scarlet
back. " The room suddenly felt colder.* "Get off,"
His hands gripped her hips tightly, almost painfully as he pushed her off him abruptly. Standing up, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards the bedroom without a word. His expression was stormy, jaw clenched so hard it looked like it might break.* "Did you just say Scarlet got her job back?"
Maya nodded, suddenly realizing her mistake. But before she could apologize, he spun her around roughly and pushed her onto the bed."That slut who didn't let me have a taste of her virgin hole gets her job back and you're f*****g thrilled about it?" His hands tore at her clothes violently...
He ripped off her skirt and top, leaving her in just her lacy thong. His eyes burned with jealousy and anger as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, freeing his already hard length. Without any foreplay, he grabbed her thighs and spread them apart roughly....
He slapped her p***y harshly, his large hand leaving a red mark across her sensitive flesh. He then grabbed his thick c**k and slammed it inside her wet hole without warning. Maya cried out in pain, surprise and pleasure as he began to f**k her brutally, each thrust meant to punish her....
He gripped her hips with bruising force, pounding into her so hard the bed slammed against the wall. "You should never mention that sluts name in front of me again. he growled, his c**k hitting her deepest spots painfully.
Emily could barely think straight, his brutal f*****g making her dizzy with pain and pleasure. she cried out as he slammed into her again.* "I hate that b***h! Only your c**k feels this good!" His anger seemed to fuel his arousal...
Daniel turned and his smile was terrifying.
“I want her ruined.”
Maya shivered.
She suddenly wished she’d never said Scarlett’s name.
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Meanwhile Alone in Her Room
Scarlett curled on her bed, staring at nothing.
Her chest still hurt.
From Damon’s warning.
From Daniel’s betrayal.
From the truth that she had been foolish enough to love the wrong person…
She whispered to the dark:
“I’ll never let anyone break me again.”
And something inside her something new and fierce began to take shape.
Not the girl Daniel mocked.
Not the woman Damon dismissed.
Something stronger.
Someone who could burn them both.
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