His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection

Story Title: Owned by the Devil

Chapter 1: You're Not Keeping It

I was bent over the bathtub, gripping the edge, my legs spread wide as Damian took me hard from behind. His thick length drove into me again and again, each thrust was so powerful I couldn't help but cry out, moaning and gasping from deep inside me.

The bathroom was cold and spotless, but we were a mess... sticky, flushed, and dripping with sweat. We were burning up.

"God, yes," I panted. "Harder, Damian... don't stop."

He growled low in my ear, his fingers digging into my hips. "Harder? You sure you can handle it, Lila?"

"Yeah," I nodded, panting hard. My fingers curled tight on the porcelain. "I can take anything you give me."

He laughed, but it sounded dark and rough. "That's my girl."

And then he slammed forward so deep I saw stars. I felt like I was being ripped open in the best way.

Damian grabbed my shoulders and yanked me back onto him. My core clenched around his shaft with every thrust, it was dripping wet and aching. My body was on fire. I should have felt shameful, the way I loved this, how I gave him everything without hesitation. But I didn't feel ashamed. Not yet anyway.

Then, suddenly, he pulled out. I whimpered at the loss.

"Turn around."

Before I could move, Damian spun me and pinned me against the glass shower wall. The cool surface shocked my spine, but I welcomed it. Hot water rained down, soaking us both. His dark silky hair plastered to his forehead and those hard muscle arms caged me in.

He grabbed my thigh and yanked my leg up, and then he entered me again, deeper this time... even more brutal.

I screamed, my nails dragging across his back. The stretch and burn made my head spin.

"Damn, you're tight," he murmured against my mouth. "You love this, don't you, Lila? Me taking you like this... owning you."

I nodded. "I love it." I felt dizzy.

He kissed me rough, all tongue and fire. And I pulled his hair, desperate to get closer. His shaft hit just right, making me shudder.

"You're mine," he said through clenched teeth. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I whispered. And I meant it, more than I should have.

But when his hand slid to my breast and squeezed hard... too hard, I cried out, flinching.

Damian stopped instantly.

"What the hell?" His voice had changed, it was sharp now. "You okay?"

I didn't answer at first. I just looked away, biting my lip hard. My heart was racing too fast, and a strange ache sat in my chest, not from pleasure.

"It hurts," I admitted, my voice was small. "My... my breasts. They're sore."

The truth was heavy on my tongue.

I didn't want to say it. Didn't want to ruin this moment, this heat. But he wasn't moving, he was just staring at me and waiting for me to say something.

"How long has this been going on?" Damian asked, pulling his hand back slightly.

I hesitated.

Then I said it.

"About a week." I swallowed hard. "I... I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened. Just for a second. Then they went cold.

He pulled away from my slick folds slowly, and stepped back under the falling water.

"Pregnant?" he repeated, reaching for a towel, and then he wrapped it around his waist. His jaw clenched as he turned toward the mirror. "You're joking."

"I'm not," I whispered, grabbing my robe and pulling it tight. "I found out last week. Mia gave me a test. It's real. I'm... I'm about a month along."

He said nothing. Just turned and walked out of the bathroom like I hadn't said a word.

"Damian!" I followed, my wet feet slapping against the marble floor. "Where are you going? We should talk about this."

He was already at the bar, pouring a drink. He downed it in one go, then poured another.

"You're not keeping it," he said flatly, not even looking at me.

I froze. "What?"

"You heard me." He finally looked at me. His eyes were hard. "You're getting rid of it. That thing is not screwing up our lives."

"Our lives?" I repeated, clenching my fists. "You're calling your baby a 'thing'? Are you even listening to yourself right now?"

He stayed silent.

"It's my body," I said. My voice rose. "My decision. You don't get to tell me what to do."

"You think you're ready for a kid? With me? At twenty-five?" He scoffed. "Be serious, Lila."

"Don't twist this like I'm being reckless," I snapped. "You never cared about protection. You didn't just want it raw, Damian... you demanded it."

"And what about those pills I got you?" His voice rose. "You were supposed to be on them. Or were they just for show?"

I flinched. "I stopped taking them. They made me sick."

I bit my lip and tried to calm myself. But I couldn't breathe.

Then I snapped before he could say anything. "Those pills were horrible! And I had to take them every single day!"

"Horrible, huh?" he said bitterly. "So you just stopped? Without telling me?"

I folded my arms and glared up at him.

"Maybe you should've used a damn condom instead of putting it all on me."

He let out a dry laugh. "So now it's my fault?"

"You think I wanted this to happen?" I shouted. "But I'm not getting rid of it because you don't want the responsibility."

He slammed the glass down on the counter. "Don't talk to me about responsibility!"

"Then tell me what this is really about!" I demanded. "Why are you acting like this? You're almost thirty, Damian. You run Holt Industries. You can handle this."

He said nothing.

"Why are you so afraid?" I asked quietly. "Why are you so desperate to erase this before it even starts?"

His face didn't change. But his voice did, it was quieter and darker.

"You don't know shit."

I blinked, the words hitting harder than they should.

I wiped the tears from my face quickly. "Then tell me. Help me understand why you're so cold right now."

Silence stretched between us. You could even hear a pin drop.

"You're not keeping it," he said again. Slower this time. "That's final."

My heart cracked. I was still trembling from everything. From the high of his touch to the low of his rejection. He had made me feel alive. Now he was making me feel invincible.

I stared at him, but my chest burned with anger now.

This wasn't the man I thought he was. Not my Damian. This one was colder and harder.

"Go to hell," I whispered, turning away.

But I hated how badly I still wanted him.

Even now.

But just as I was about to step out, he called me from behind.

"One more thing, Lila..." I stopped walking, but I didn't bother looking back at him. "You're fired. Don't come to the office tomorrow."

I spun around with my eyes wide. "What... what the fμck does that mean, Damian?"

I nearly choked to death.

Damian didn't even say another word. This time, he was the one who walked out, leaving me frozen there.

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End of chapter 1

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Author's Note:

And just like that, the fire turns to ice. This chapter is a heartbreaking look at Damian's true colors and the devastating moment Lila realizes she's not just a girlfriend to him... she's a liability. What do you think about Damian's reaction? Is there more to it than just him not wanting a kid, or is this who he truly is?

Thanks for reading!

I remembered the first time things crossed the line between us. It was after hours in his office. A late and quiet night. The city lights painted golden streaks across the glass walls.

I was his assistant. A young girl. Fresh out of college. Still clinging to the illusion that life was black and white, that desire could be filed away like paper in a drawer.

Back in New Orleans, I was the girl people barely noticed. A bookworm with oversized glasses, more familiar with fictional romances than real ones. I hadn't even kissed anyone properly, let alone... anything more. I thought sex was messy, uncomfortable, something to avoid. The thought of giving myself to someone... I mean, letting a guy inside me used to make my stomach twist, but not in a good way.

And then I met Damian Holt.

He was magnetic. Impossible to look away from. Tall, devastatingly handsome, with dark blue eyes that could burn straight through your soul. One glance from him made my breath freeze. He was the kind of man who made you feel things before your brain even had a chance to catch up.

That night, he sat behind his desk with his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up, flipping through reports. His forearms flexed with every turn of the page. I brought him coffee, but my hands were trembling all the way there. My blouse suddenly felt too thin, and my skirt too tight under his gaze.

"You're too good at this, Lila," he said without looking up. His voice was deep and low, like velvet with a hint of danger. "Makes me want to keep you here all night."

He finally looked up. His eyes dragged over my body, and I blushed so hard I thought I would burst.

And then I stammered like an idiot, "I-It's just... it's my job, Mr. Holt."

"Mr. Holt?" he repeated, rising from his chair. Then he smirked as he stepped closer. "Call me Damian."

My heart thudded wildly. His cologne was way too addictive. It was fresh, clean, and expensive. It made my knees weak the second I breathed it in.

Then his hand brushed my arm. Just a simple touch. But it sent a jolt through my body like a lightning strike.

I froze.

His fingers slid to my waist and he gripped firmly. I stopped breathing instantly. Everything inside me twisted.

My body was screaming yes and no at the same time.

"Damian, I..." My voice shook. "I don't know what you're doing."

He leaned in, just enough for me to feel his breath against my skin. "Don't play dumb, Lila." His tone dropped. "You've been watching me. Those sweet, shy glances when you think I'm not looking."

"I haven't," I lied, gripping the coffee tray like it could save me.

He chuckled softly, then took the tray and set it down.

"Don't lie to me," he said, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse stutter. "You want this. Say it."

I shook my head. "I... I don't know." But my thighs squeezed together. "I've never..."

His gaze sharpened. "Never what, Lila?" His hand slid to my chin and tilted my face up, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Spit it out."

I swallowed hard. "I'm... I've never done this," my voice was barely audible. "I've never... done anything. With anyone."

His expression changed. The playfulness faded into something deeper and darker. He studied me like he was seeing something rare, something delicate.

"Are you trying to say..."

I nodded shyly. "I'm a virgin, sir."

"A virgin," he murmured. There was a pause, and then his voice dropped. "Damn, Lila. You're full of surprises."

I looked away. "I know it's stupid. I used to think sex was... gross. Painful."

His hand rose to my chin and gently tilted my face back toward him. "Look at me."

I did. But slowly.

"You're not stupid," he said, his voice was rougher now. "You're honest. That's rare."

Then his body moved closer, almost touching mine. My heart pounded. Every part of me was trembling with nerves, fear... and something I couldn't name.

My eyes dropped to his pants, where the outline of his shaft was clear. His size was obvious even through his pants.

"It's... too big," I didn't even know when I said that.

I had never seen one before, not in real life.

"I don't know if I can..."

He chuckled, his hand gripping my waist. He pressed his body into me, and I gasped at how hard his length was.

But I didn't dare look down again.

"You want to touch it, don't you?" His voice was hot and commanding. "Go on, Lila. Feel what you do to me."

I hesitated.

My mind was screaming this was wrong, that he's my boss. But my body didn't care.

My hand shook as I reached out. I barely brushed it, and the heat made me pull back in shock.

"Oh my God," I whispered. "I don't know if I can handle that."

He caught my wrist and guided it back, his eyes never leaving mine. "You can. But I don't do soft... But if this is your first time..." He paused. His gaze lingered on my mouth. "I'll make sure you never forget it."

My stomach flipped. My whole body was screaming with indecision. But I couldn't move. I couldn't even speak.

I wanted him, and it terrified me.

"I want to try," I whispered. "But... please. Go slow. Be gentle."

He smirked. His hands slid under my skirt and his fingers grazed my thigh. I shivered.

"Gentle is not my thing, Lila," he said as his fingers brushed my panties.

"Please, Damian."

He just stared at me for a moment. Then he nodded. "Just this once," he promised.

And then he kissed me, hard and deep. Like he had waited too long to do it. His mouth devoured mine and left no room to breathe, and no room to think.

My fingers clutched his shirt, and my body lit up with sensations I had never felt before.

Suddenly, Damian lifted me onto his desk. My skirt pulled up and my thighs shook as he spread them wide. His mouth crashed into mine again and he kissed me hard. And then I felt his tongue sliding into my mouth.

I moaned, grabbing his shirt.

He unbuttoned my blouse, grabbed my breasts roughly, and squeezed through my bra. "Damn, you're perfect," he growled, yanking down my bra.

He sucked hard on my n!pple, and I cried out. My body was shaking, pain and pleasure mixed together.

"Damian, wait," I whimpered, pushing at his chest. "It's... it's too much."

He actually paused.

For a moment anyway.

"Too much?" He smirked, sliding his hand between my legs.

Then he moved my panties aside and his fingers found my cl!t.

I moaned hard, my head falling back.

"Oh God," I gasped. My hips moved on their own. "Damian, I..."

"You're soaking, Lila. You want this," he said, his fingers pausing just to tease me. "Tell me you want it. Say it."

"I want it," I whispered. "Please."

Damian grinned as he unbuckled his belt slowly. And then he let his pants fall. His shaft sprang free, it was thick and hard.

I gasped. I felt my core clench with fear.

"It's gonna hurt," he said honestly. "But you'll love it. Trust me."

Damian parted my thighs gently, his body pressing closer until I could feel the head of his rock-hard shaft against my trembling core.

My hands gripped the desk.

"Damian... please," I whispered. "Just... go slow."

He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine in a kiss that sent sparks rushing through me. "Relax. I've got you," he said. His voice was still deep and rough, but softer. It made me want to trust him, even through the fear.

Then he started to move, his hardness entering my heat little by little. But still, the stretch made me cry out.

It hurt. God, it hurt so much. It was sharp and unfamiliar. I gripped the edge of the desk tighter, trying to breathe through the pain.

"God, you're tight," he groaned, his hands were firm on my hips as he paused, letting me adjust.

Tears stung at my eyes from the overwhelming sensations. It was more than I had ever imagined. Too much all at once.

I dug my fingers into his arms, clinging to him like my life depended on it.

"Damian..." My voice broke. "It's... too much..."

"You can handle it," he said, his eyes locked on mine. His voice was rough with restraint. "You're doing so good for me, Lila. Just breathe with me."

The praise melted my hesitation.

I didn't know what love felt like. I didn't know if this was right.

But right now, in his office, with the skyline glowing behind us, Damian Holt was the only thing I wanted.

"Okay," I whispered.

Then he moved again, slow at first, and the pain blurred with something warm and electric. My body began to respond, the burn was going away, and getting replaced by a need I hadn't understood until now.

And then he moved faster.

The desk shook under us, papers fluttering to the floor, but I didn't care. All I could feel was him. His hands, his body, the way he filled me completely. My nails raked down his back as I moaned, clinging to him.

"Lila," he groaned against my skin, his mouth biting and sucking my neck. "You feel like heaven."

My name sounded different from his lips, like something sacred and sinful all at once.

And then, I started having these weird feelings. It seemed like pleasure was building faster. My body trembled and I started gasping harder and harder. And then I finally came. My body trembled and I was moaning his name over and over.

Damian followed a while later. He groaned into my skin and his body shuddered against mine as he filled me up. His breath was ragged.

That moment changed everything.

For six months, we became a secret. At least he made it seem like it even if we weren't. He said it turns him on when we sneak around like that.

He would pull me into shadowed corners, press me up against walls, whisper my name like it was a curse he couldn't stop saying.

And bend me over any solid surface he could.

In his penthouse, he took me against the windows with the city glittering below, his arms wrapped around me like I was the only thing holding him together.

"Look at them," he murmured. His breath was hot against my ear. "They have no idea you're mine, getting screwed up here."

I moaned. My body shook and my core dripped as he pounded into me.

In his car, we were reckless. I would climb into his lap and his hands would guide my hips.

"Ride me, Lila," he ordered against my lips.

At first I moved awkwardly, then bolder and faster, until we both came. His mouth was on my shoulder and his fingers dug into my waist.

Every time felt new. Every time made me crave him more even if I was already exhausted.

"Damian..." I gasped when I felt his shaft moving inside me again.

"Just one more." He thrust up suddenly, and I bit my lip hard when I felt his length hitting deep. "One more round."

I thought it meant something.

That I meant something.

I had gone from thinking sex was disgusting to needing it... needing him. His dominance, his heat, his presence. The way he made me feel wanted.

But now... standing in his bar, watching him down a drink like I was invisible, something inside me cracked.

He told me to get rid of our baby.

Then he fired me. Just like that.

No hesitation. No warmth.

The man who once kissed me like I was the only woman in the world... was gone.

And in his place was someone cold and detached. Like I had never meant a thing at all.

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End of chapter 2

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Author's Note:

We've gone back to the very beginning, to the moment it all started. This chapter is a raw look at Lila's innocence and the powerful, dark force that is Damian Holt. It's a key moment that explains everything about their relationship and why she fell so hard. What are your thoughts on their first time? Do you think he was just playing a game, or was it real for him, too?

I stumbled out of Damian's penthouse like a ghost, the echo of my heels tapping on cold marble was the only sound I could hear.

My chest felt hollow, his words echoing in my head:

"You're not keeping it."

..."You're fired."

Just like that, he ended it. Fired me. Tossed me aside like I meant nothing.

I drove without thinking, wiping tears as the city passed, and somehow ended up at Velluto; one of LA's most exclusive bars. I still had access thanks to him. Maybe I was punishing myself. I didn't care.

The valet took my car, and I walked in, dressed in a short, black dress that screamed "fμck you, Damian."

Heads turned, both guys and girls. Their eyes raked over me, drooling like always. But I ignored them all and headed straight for the bar.

"Vodka soda," I said, sitting down. My voice was flat.

Then I froze.

Mia's voice hit me. "No alcohol, Lila. Not while you're pregnant."

I bit my lip, glancing down at my stomach. It was still so small. Still real.

The bartender, a hot guy with tattoos peeking from his rolled up sleeves, blinked. He clearly recognized me.

"Miss Carter. Good to see you." He cleared his throat. "Sorry, uh, vodka soda, right?" He poured it quickly before I could stop him.

I didn't touch it.

Before I could order for something else, a familiar voice slid in behind me. It was low and smooth. "You look like hell, Lila. Who are you running from?"

I stiffened. That voice... smooth and familiar. I turned slowly, and there he was:

Wesley Kane.

He stood there in casual jeans and a fitted black shirt; he wasn't in his usual sharp suit. His silver curls caught the dim light.

"What's up, Lila," He sat next to me and our legs brushed. "You haven't been to the bar alone in ages, have you?"

He added almost immediately, "You've added a little flesh though. Forget the crap I said earlier... You look great."

His clean, spicy cologne wrapped around me.

"Mr. Kane," I said, suddenly blushing like a high school girl.

I looked away, my hands wrapped around the glass I wouldn't touch.

"Wesley," he corrected, giving me a look. "Drop the formality."

Just then, the bartender came over, a bottle of single malt in his hand. "Good evening, Mr. Kane," he greeted Wesley politely. "Should I pour you your usual, sir?"

Wesley waved him off, his gaze fixed on my face. Softly, he said, "You look like someone just crushed your world, Lila. Are you okay? Did something happen?"

I couldn't speak. I stared at the glass, fighting tears. One escaped anyway, then another.

Wesley noticed. He leaned in gently. "Hey. What happened?"

I didn't want to say it out loud, but the words fell out. "He broke up with me. Fired me. Said I was just sex."

Wesley's jaw tightened. "That piece of shit?" he muttered.

I nodded. "Yeah."

He reached for my hand, it was firm but comforting. "Come on. Let's go somewhere quieter."

I let him guide me through the crowd, and down a long, dim hallway to a private room.

As the door closed, memories hit me:

Damian. This same bar, this same kind of room, six months ago. My body tensed and my heart pounded hard.

"Lila?" Wesley's voice brought me back.

I blinked, my breath was shaky. He led me to a velvet couch, and I sat, my dress riding up my thighs.

"Sorry. Just... memories." I said as I adjusted my dress.

He sat close, his knee brushing mine. "Tell me the rest." He searched my face.

I hesitated. Then whispered, "I'm pregnant. A month along. I told Damian and... he told me to get rid of it. Then he fired me."

Wesley's eyes widened, and his gaze dropped to my belly. "You're pregnant? And he told you to abort it?"

I nodded, wiping fresh tears.

"He said it's not part of his life. That I'm nothing to him."

"Unbelievable," he said. His voice was tight with anger.

"I thought he loved me, Wesley. I thought I was special. But he was just... using me."

"You don't deserve that. I told you... you can work for me. I'll make sure you're safe. Both of you. He can't force you to do anything."

His hand rested on my knee, it felt warm and steady. "I mean it, Lila. You're not alone."

"Thank you," I whispered. "I'll think about it."

He stood up, brushing my shoulder. "I'll be back. I'm gonna make a call and get you some juice. No alcohol for baby, right?" He gave me a small smile and walked out.

I sat there, staring at the untouched drink. My hand went to my belly again.

Why couldn't this be Wesley's baby instead of Damian's? Wesley actually cared. Damian just wanted me silent and gone.

I should have taken the damn pills like he told me to. He never used protection, just trusted I would handle it. But I didn't. And now... I'm here. Pregnant. Alone. And wrecked.

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Six months ago, when Damian and I first started... whatever we were, he brought me to a private room just like this at Velluto.

The air smelled like his cologne; it was thick and intoxicating. His eyes had that hungry and dangerous look. I was new to all of it. Still nervous, even after he had already fμcked me senseless in almost every way. But never in a place like this.

He locked the door behind us, loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves, and leaned back with that smug grin.

"Lila," he said, his voice was low and teasing, "you keep looking at me like you're starving."

I was flushed, practically shaking. And I felt like I was standing completely naked in front of him.

"I... I don't know what you mean," I said, my voice was all over the place.

He stepped in close, brushed my arm, then slid his hand to my waist and pulled me in. "Don't play shy," he whispered in my ear, his hard shaft pressed against me. "You want me. I can feel it."

I swallowed hard. "Damian, I... I've never... not there. I think anal is gross. It'll hurt. I don't want that. Just... just keep doing what we've been doing."

He raised a brow, he looked amused. Then he lifted my chin. "Damn, that's hot," he growled. "Of course I know you haven't. I felt how tight that h0le is."

Then he stepped back, dropped his pants, and there it was... his huge and hard length. Still, after all this time, I haven't gotten used to the size of his shaft.

"Oh my God," I whispered, practically glued to the spot.

"Touch it," he said. "Stroke it. Come on."

"I don't know how," I admitted, my cheeks burned. "I've never done it before. You know that, Damian..."

He took my hand and guided it to him. His skin was hot, but firm. I flinched, but he didn't let go.

"Just like this," he said, showing me.

His shaft twitched, and I felt myself getting wetter even through the nerves.

"Damian... I'm scared," I whispered.

He smirked and slipped a hand under my skirt, and then over my soaked panties. "Scared, huh?" he teased, brushing my cl!t, making me moan. "Your pu$$y isn't."

Then he moved my panties aside and slid his fingers inside me. I gasped, my body was already shaking.

He laid me down on the couch, my skirt bunched up. "I'm gonna f*ck you," he said, his shaft brushing my entrance. "It's gonna hurt a little. But you'll love it."

"Please... be gentle," I begged.

He chuckled, and I could feel the tip of his thick length pushing in. "I told you, Lila... I don't do gentle," he said. "But I'll make you want it."

He pushed in slowly. It stung. And I cried out, clinging to him.

"Shhh..." he murmured, gripping my hips. "Take it."

It hurt... but then I realized; he wasn't in my ass. He had just made me think he would.

The bastard!

"Damian," I moaned, rocking with him.

He thrust into me hard and deep. The couch creaked, my moans filled the room, and I came hard, trembling and screaming his name.

Then he pulled out, his length was shiny and pulsing. He leaned back and yanked me down. "Suck it," he said, his voice was firm, and his hand was in my hair.

I froze. I had never done that. Never even thought about it. It looked messy and... intense.

"I... I don't know how," I said nervously. "It's dirty."

He laughed softly, dragging the tip across my lips. "It's you, Lila. Your pμ$sy is all over it. Taste yourself."

I flinched. My stomach twisted. "Open your mouth," he ordered.

And I obeyed, my lips parted. I barely touched him with my tongue and already gagged.

"I can't," I whispered, shaking my head. "It's..."

"You can," he said, guiding me gently. "Just suck."

I tried again awkwardly and clumsily. My tongue didn't know what to do. But he moaned, his hand tightening in my hair as I went deeper.

"Fμ¢k, that's it," he growled, his shaft hitting my throat.

I gagged again, but kept going, driven by his sounds, by something dark inside me. And then he came, hot and thick inside my mouth, and I swallowed without thinking. My face burned.

Then he pulled me up and bent me over the couch.

"One more thing," he said, his voice was dark.

He spread me wide and his tip brushed my ass. I froze.

"No, Damian," I whispered, panicking. "Not there. Please."

He didn't push in... he just teased, then he started laughing darkly. "You'll love it eventually. Not tonight. But soon."

My body was shaking. I was torn between fear and something I didn't want to name.

"No... it's scary."

He kissed my neck, shifted his length back to my wetness, and thrust deep. "Soon," he repeated, pounding into me, my body betraying every protest.

That night changed everything.

I used to think sex like that only happened in p0rn. Now I craved it: his control, his chaos, all of him. He had taken me in every place he wanted. No shame. No limits.

But now, sitting in another private room, this time with Wesley, my heart broken, and a baby I didn't ask for inside me... I didn't even know who I was anymore.

Just another thing Damian had broken.

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I sat alone, my hands were on my belly, trying to breathe through the tight ache in my chest. My cheeks were still damp from crying. Wesley's offer felt like a lifeline... but those creepy texts I received on my way here?:

"You're making this worse. Go back to New Orleans."

My skin crawled.

"Is this Damian? Or someone worse?"

I didn't know.

But I knew one thing: he didn't own me anymore. I would fight for myself. For this baby.

The door slid open. Wesley stepped in, holding a glass of orange juice.

"Here," he said gently as he sat beside me. "No alcohol for you,"

I took it, my hands were shaking. "Thanks," I whispered.

His eyes were soft and his smile was calm... but that fear sat heavy in my chest. Damian's voice echoed in my head: "You'll regret that."

And somewhere, out there, someone was watching.

My phone buzzed.

And when I looked down at the screen... it was another text from that unknown number:

"He's not your savior. Be careful, Lila."

I looked toward the window, my heart was pounding hard.

"What the fμ¢k..." I muttered, gripping the phone tight.

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End of chapter 3

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Author's Note: Chapter 3

Hello incredible readers,

This is a crucial chapter, bringing a new hope in the form of Wesley while reminding us of the dark, chaotic past with Damian. The contrast between these two men couldn't be more clear. And that final message from the unknown number... who do you think it is? What do they know about Damian?

Thanks for reading!