Chapter 2: The Night
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Rain hammered against the glass walls of Eclipse Lounge, turning the city skyline outside into nothing more than blurred ribbons of gold and silver.
Inside, the nightclub pulsed with reckless wealth.
Champagne towers.
Diamond watches.
Designer dresses worth more than monthly rent.
And somewhere in the middle of all that expensive noise—
Aria Bennett sat alone.
Her mascara had already smudged from the tears she refused to acknowledge.
Jason’s face kept replaying in her head.
His hands on Sophia.
Her best friend.
The betrayal.
The humiliation.
The years she had wasted.
Her chest tightened.
No.
She refused to cry again.
Not tonight.
She walked toward the bar, pulling a few folded bills from her purse.
“Whiskey. Neat.”
Before the bartender could slide the glass toward her—
A heavy hand clamped around her wrist.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing hiding in the corner.”
Aria stiffened instantly.
She turned.
Standing beside her was a young man in an outrageously expensive designer jacket, his eyes bloodshot from too much alcohol and too little discipline.
Julian Vance.
A name frequently attached to scandal pages.
Behind him, his rich friends laughed from the VIP section.
“Let go,” Aria said coldly.
Julian smirked.
“Come on sweetheart. My table needs entertainment.”
He yanked her arm.
Hard.
Something dark flashed across Aria’s face.
She said nothing.
Instead—
Her eyes landed on a passing waiter carrying premium scotch.
In one smooth motion—
She grabbed the crystal glass.
And threw the whiskey directly into Julian’s face.
“AAARGH!”
The alcohol hit his eyes instantly.
He stumbled backward.
Before he could recover—
Aria seized his thumb and twisted with brutal force.
Julian dropped to his knees.
The entire upper floor went silent.
His friends froze.
Music continued.
But no one moved.
Aria calmly picked up her jacket.
Straightened it.
And walked away.
Above the club—
Inside a private mezzanine booth—
Damien Blackwood finally looked interested.
For the last hour, billionaire CEO Damien Blackwood had been bored out of his mind while tech investors pitched meaningless proposals.
But now—
His dark eyes narrowed.
Locked entirely on the woman downstairs.
She was beautiful.
But that wasn’t what caught him.
It was the way she had handled Julian.
No panic.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
He stood.
Without excusing himself.
And walked downstairs.
—
Aria sat alone again.
Another whiskey untouched in front of her.
“Most women would have screamed.”
The voice was deep.
Controlled.
Dangerously calm.
She looked up.
And froze slightly.
Tall.
Broad shoulders.
Black tailored suit.
Sharp jawline.
Dark eyes carrying the kind of quiet authority money couldn’t buy.
He looked expensive.
Very expensive.
Aria leaned back.
“Most women probably haven’t had the week I’ve had.”
Damien studied her.
“Bad night?”
She laughed bitterly.
“My boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend.”
A pause.
Then—
“Congratulations.”
Aria frowned.
“That’s a strange response.”
Damien took the empty seat beside her.
“It means weak people removed themselves from your life.”
She stared at him.
He wasn’t comforting her.
He wasn’t flirting.
He was simply stating facts.
That intrigued her.
For the first time all night—
She smiled.
They talked longer than expected.
Thirty minutes became an hour.
Then two.
Eventually—
Damien leaned closer.
“Do you want to go somewhere more private?”
Aria smirked.
“Why not.”
—
The parking lot outside was nearly empty.
Aria stopped walking when she saw the sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting under the rain.
Her eyes widened slightly.
He must be very rich.
Neither spoke during the drive.
The silence wasn’t awkward.
It was charged.
Heavy.
Anticipation building quietly between them.
Twenty minutes later—
The elevator doors opened directly into a luxurious penthouse suite overlooking the city.
Damien shut the door behind them.
Aria turned slowly.
Her pulse was racing.
Then quietly—
Almost like a confession—
“I want you to make love to me.”
Something shifted behind Damien’s eyes.
He studied her face carefully.
Pain.
Anger.
Desperation.
She was running from something.
Or someone.
“Just for tonight,” Aria whispered.
His voice lowered.
Dangerously soft.
“Just for tonight?”
She nodded.
He moved closer.
Close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
Then—
His lips brushed hers.
Lightly.
Testing.
Before capturing her mouth fully.
The kiss deepened immediately.
Hungry.
Demanding.
Aria wrapped her arms around his neck as his fingers slid against her waist.
Something about her drove Damien’s control dangerously thin.
He didn’t know why.
He wasn’t a man who cared about women beyond physical need.
Yet with her—
Something felt different.
The kisses grew deeper.
More urgent.
Until breathing itself became secondary.
He finally pulled away.
Both breathing hard.
“Bedroom?” he murmured against her lips.
She nodded.
Without hesitation—
He lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her toward the massive suite.
The city lights shimmered beyond the glass walls.
The night blurred.
Clothes disappeared somewhere between heated kisses.
Whispers mixed with quiet gasps.
The distance between strangers vanished completely.
"I don't have my condom with me" he said in between the kisses.
"I'm safe," Aria says, roughly taking off the clothes.
When the dress slipped down her shoulder, his eyes darkened.
The sight of her soft supple skin made his already pulsating member grow harder. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Aria gasped and placed her hands on his shoulder.
Her breast squeezed against his chest
She blushed when she felt his hard member against her groin.
Aria moaned and clasped her finger on his hair when he took one of her breasts in his mouth.
"Oh God"-- He swirled his tongue around her hardened n*****s before sucking it.
She tightened her grip on his hair as his finger started working on her folds Damien ran his finger through her wet fold and groaned.
"Damn you are already wet.
She screamed when he drew circles on her sensitive c**t. He had barely started touching her but she was already on the edge. "I-" she wanted to tell him she was going to c*m but disappointment sheathed her when he retrieved his hand
"Not yet", He grinned before lifting her up she yelped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Frustrated and annoyed after being ripped off from an amazing orgasm
she slammed her hand on his shoulder. Why would you do that?
"Ride me" He instructed her without answering her question.
weirdly for Aria she did as He had instructed. she grabbed his d**k and positioned it near her entrance she moaned as he slowly pulled her inside
Damien groaned. He grabbed her waist as she started trusting her hips up and down in a rhythmic motion
Aria could fill him deep inside her something she had never felt before, not even with Jason. Her breasts bounced vigorously as she increased her pace.
He moved his finger towards her wet fold and started rubbing her c**t in a circular motion magnifying the pleasure she already feeling
He buried his face on her chest as her muscles tightened around his shaft. when she slowed down a little, he tightened his grip around her waist and helped her with the movement
Both of them groaned as they climaxed together.
"That was amazing" Aria said half asleep
Damien chuckled
He then rolled so he could take her again
Only for him to see she had fallen asleep
Adjusting the duvet on her naked body he laid beside her.
Morning sunlight crept through the penthouse windows.
Aria’s eyes fluttered open.
For one terrifying second—
She forgot where she was.
Then she saw him.
Still asleep beside her.
Beautiful.
Dangerous.
Powerful.
Reality hit instantly.
What did I do…?
Panic surged through her.
She moved carefully.
Grabbed her clothes.
Dressed quickly.
No note.
No goodbye.
And before Damien could wake—
She slipped out of the penthouse.
Gone.
—
Nearly twenty minutes later—
Damien opened his eyes.
His arm instinctively reached beside him.
Empty.
His brows furrowed.
The room was silent.
He sat up slowly.
looked around.
Gone.
She had left.
First,
A dangerous smirk slowly formed on his face.
No woman had ever left Damien Blackwood first.
Ever.
He stood from the bed.
Walked toward the window.
Looking over the city.
Then quietly murmured—
“Find her.”
For the first time in years—
Damien Blackwood was interested.
And Aria Bennett had absolutely no idea what she had just started.
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