Chapter 25
Faking it with Damian Black
Chapter 25
-MILLIE-
The following day, I was packing my things when my phone rang. Itâs a video call from Cander
âGood morning âher smile morphed to worry the instant she saw the state I was in âWhat happened?
Regret and thoughts of Damian kept me awake all night. My decision to bid him goodnight instead of climbing him like a tree â which I still wanted to do haunted me, like the monster under my hed when I was five years old.
âI feel like shit.â I groaned, abandoned my luggage, and headed to the open balcony. My breakfast-coffee, bacon, toasted bread, and eggs â had already gone cold on the frosted glass table outside.
âWell, you look like shit. Leave it to my best friend to slap me with the n*ked truth.
The video went shaky as she milled about her home. Her furninire arrived last Friday, and she was busy playing interior design-playing the part of a perfect housewife. Both of our hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a loose shirt hanging from our shoulders; the only difference was that Candice looked good in it. While I am a total mess
1 plonked on the couch by the balcony: the Seattle morning air brushed my skin. I tucked one leg under my bum, gazing over the dense skyscrapers in the city. Mount Rainier in its background.
She settled on the outdoor chair where we had a nice chat last week, sipping her own cup of coffee. âSo, how was the âgala? You looked stunning last night, by the wayâ
âThanksâ I grabbed a toasted bread and chomped down on it, then started narrating the pleasant parts of the evening. She was ecstatic about Georginaâs offer, excited enough to book a meeting with our on-call staff and start planning the proposal Candice was still oblivious to Sonjaâs presence in Damianâs life. All she knew was that his step-brother was in this deal to help
I badly wanted to tell someone about my encounter with Sonja, but I couldnât. I need to respect Damianâs privacy. But itâs killing me. It would be nice to have Candice backing me up-
âThatâs it?â she blinked at me, squinting her eyes from the sun rays striking her caramel skin.
I donât wanna talk about Damian or what didnât happen between us because, if Iâm being honest, I want what he wants. I came to Seattle giddy as fuck in seeing him again. But meeting Sonja ignited uncertainty in me. Was Damianâs affection when he was around me even real? His ex was stunning. If she wasnât married, I donât think Damian would ever throw a second glance my way.
âNo climaxâ she wiggled her brows teasingly,
I snorted âNope. We k*ssed for a show, like what we did last week. It was very anticlimactic
âOh She didnât bother hiding her disappointment. I thought you two might have done the deed by now, you know From how he looked at you last week, even your pictures online from last night oozed with S**ual tension.â
âTappreciate your trust in my ability to ensure your step-brother, but heâs beyond my league
She narrowed her eyes at me. âItâs the other way around, Millicent Youâre too good for him and if he canât make a move on
you, itâs is losâ
Damian made a move last right, he confessed he wanted more the problem. After seeing him with Sonja. I wasnât sure if I could keep my feelings at bay
Days swelled into weeks, moving Effortless Events to Roslin City and work kept me busy. Between planning Georginaâs anniversary and Constance Morenoâs wedding, I resumed my social media gigs. The gossip about Natalieâs accusation has toned down, so I accepted two endorsement deals. One was for a newly opened rooftop cafe and a burger chain.
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Chapter 25
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It was Friday afternoon, and I had just finished recording the video for my rooftop cafe, âSinag content. While enjoying my free latte, I started editing my content when Damianâs face flashed on my screen.
It had been two weeks since the fundraiser. Two weeks of ignoring this urge to ask him how he was Heâs been radio silent, and now that he made the first move to communicate, my heart wanted to leap out of my chest.
I accepted the video call, and my mouth went dry at the delicious sight of Damian. I canât believe how much I missed him. His gray curls were a beautiful mess, framing his razor-sharp jaws as though heâd been raking them again and again. It didnât matter that we were not facing one another, his intense gaze had the same effect on the butterflies in my belly. Theyâve gone on havoc, their wings piercing my insides with excitement.
âHey,â I smiled, tucking a loose curl from my ponytail away from my face.
âHi Where are you?â
âTim workingâ I said. âMaking content for my vlogâ I was about to ask him the same question, eyes narrowing at the familiar dark abstract painting behind him, illuminated by the dimmed light of my apartment hallway, âYouâre in Manhattan?â I had to be sure.
âYeah. I meant to surprise you.
âOh
Damian leaned against the door of his Jeep in front of my apartment building. That vehicle, where it was parked, reminded me of when he k*ssed me here. He pushed off from his car, flashing me that signature panty-melting smirk as I walked in his direction.
âWhat are you doing here?â I asked once I was within earshot, breathless. Iâm not sure if itâs from the sight of him or the walk from the cab to where he stood.
He didnât speak. We gazed at each other and something crossed his face. He towered over me, and his intense expression penetrated me. I gasped as our fronts collided; he tugged me to his b*dy by my waist.
âDamian-â I heaved, questioning him was on the tip of my tongue, but his mouth silenced me, making my world spin.
Goodness. I miss him.
My eyes fluttered shut, wild tremors vibrated through my b*dy as I savored the softness and eagerness of his was no chaste k*ss; it was passionate, short-circuiting my brain. Itâs filled with lust and hot temptation, a y the night where we left things off. He yanked me harder; the pedestrians walking around us and the bu passing on the street faded into the background. Nothing mattered apart from Damianâs demanding ki
When he lifted his mouth off mine, he kept me close to his b*dy. I was dizzy. I needed time to gather my
âf**k, I missed you,â Damian growled, dipping his mouth for another toe-curling k*ss.
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