Chapter 26 – Dangerous Games
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Elena barely slept.
She lay awake long after Damon had disappeared into his room, her mind replaying every moment of their tense encounter. The way he had looked at her, the way his fingers had brushed against her skin—it had left a mark deeper than she wanted to admit.
By morning, she had convinced herself it didn’t matter.
I won’t let him control me.
With renewed determination, she got up, dressed in comfortable jeans and a simple blouse, and made her way to the kitchen.
Sophie was already there, sipping coffee at the counter. She raised an eyebrow when she saw Elena. “You look like someone who spent the night arguing with a certain brooding billionaire.”
Elena sighed, grabbing a mug for herself. “Not arguing. More like… resisting.”
Sophie smirked. “Resisting, huh? And how’s that working out for you?”
Before Elena could answer, the sound of footsteps echoed behind her.
Damon.
She didn’t have to turn around to know it was him—the shift in the air, the sudden awareness prickling down her spine told her enough.
“Morning,” he said, his voice smooth as he walked past her toward the coffee machine.
Elena kept her back straight. “Morning.”
She expected him to ignore her after last night. Maybe even pretend their conversation hadn’t happened.
But as he poured his coffee, he leaned in just enough for his breath to graze her ear.
“You’re not as good at resisting as you think.”
A sharp jolt of heat shot through her, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, she grabbed her coffee and moved to the dining table, pretending to be completely unaffected.
Sophie, watching the exchange with barely concealed amusement, stood up. “I should go. Work calls.” She winked at Elena. “Try not to kill each other.”
As soon as Sophie was gone, silence settled between them.
Damon took a slow sip of his coffee before setting the cup down. “We have a meeting today. You’ll come with me.”
Elena frowned. “A meeting?”
“With some business partners.” He looked at her, his expression unreadable. “Consider it part of your… education.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t recall signing up for lessons.”
A slow smirk curved his lips. “No, but you did agree to the deal. And I expect you to understand the world you now belong to.”
Something in his tone sent a chill down her spine.
Still, she refused to back down.
“Fine,” she said, lifting her chin. “But don’t expect me to sit there and be a silent decor.”
Damon’s smirk deepened. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”
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Hours Later – Exclusive Private Club
Elena regretted agreeing the moment she stepped into the lavish club.
The place oozed power—deep leather chairs, low golden lighting, and men in expensive suits discussing deals that could probably buy entire countries.
Damon led her to a private lounge, where three men were already waiting. One of them she recognized instantly.
Nathan.
Her stomach twisted. She hadn’t seen him since the gala.
His expression was carefully neutral, but she caught the flicker of surprise when he saw her by Damon’s side.
“Blackwell,” one of the other men greeted. “And this must be…?”
Damon’s grip on her waist tightened slightly. “Elena Carter.” His voice was casual, but there was something possessive in the way he said her name.
Nathan’s gaze flicked between them. “I wasn’t expecting her to be here.”
Elena glanced up at Damon, but he gave no indication of what he was thinking.
“She’s here to learn,” Damon said smoothly, his fingers brushing against her hip in a way that felt more like a warning than affection.
Elena forced herself to relax. She wasn’t going to let Damon use her as some kind of pawn.
As the conversation started, she listened carefully, watching the way Damon navigated the business world with ease. He was ruthless, sharp, and completely in control.
But then Nathan leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so only she could hear.
“Are you okay?”
Her heart skipped a beat.
Before she could answer, Damon’s hand slid to the small of her back, his touch light but unmistakably firm.
“Something you want to share, Nathan?” Damon’s voice was calm, but the undercurrent of warning was impossible to miss.
Nathan straightened. “Just making conversation.”
Damon’s gaze darkened. “Then keep it about business.”
Elena swallowed hard. She had known Damon was possessive. But right now, sitting beside him as he stared Nathan down like a predator guarding its territory, she realized something else.
He wasn’t just possessive.
He was dangerous.
And she wasn’t sure whether that terrified her… or thrilled her.
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