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Although he’d been looking for her for minutes when she’d escaped from his arms, Damon hadn’t found her in the room and was leaning towards the fact that she’d certainly gone home. And to think he’d wanted to make up for lost time with her. He’d lost it again. He huffed and decided to leave the party, after all he saw no point in staying there. He went to his private elevator, which led to his quarters where no one ever set foot, and of which only his housekeeper was aware. When the car stopped, he got out, but didn’t send it back. He took off his jacket and shirt, eager to plunge into a cold bath, but he hadn’t given up on the idea of possessing this girl that night. He was going to take a bath, change his clothes and get out of here without anyone finding him. He was about to take the risk of showing her who he really was if that was the only condition for still having her for himself.

When he got to his room, he retrieved his tablet from the bed to check that everything was all right at home. There were surveillance cameras everywhere, and he activated the ones in his quarters when he was away. On the second floor, everything was perfectly fine.

He then decided to check what had happened in his quarters during the short time he’d been with his employees. In the corridors, the living room and his bedroom, there was nothing to report, but towards the end, he saw his housekeeper with a girl who was none other than Olivia. He frowned as he followed where they had gone and saw that it was in his bathroom; he watched what was happening in his bathroom through the video surveillance and saw Olivia cleaning her dress, mumbling inaudible phrases. He was even more astonished to see that she was wearing his shirt and that, strangely enough, it fit perfectly.

His member began to harden and he was so happy because the risk he was about to take was unnecessary. It was now up to him to control everything.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

While her dress still smelled of cocktails, Olivia didn’t know what to do and was afraid that the owner of the premises would find her and interpret this badly. She was still busying herself with the task when the light bulb suddenly stopped glowing, giving way to a feshia-red glow. This one was reminiscent of her nights at Le Bourget, and instead of being frightened, she was rather happy because she was hopeful that it was this man who kept haunting her. She didn’t want to circulate and waited patiently for him to come to her if it really was him.

-You look wonderful in that shirt, even better than the owner, she’d heard.

It was his voice and his perfume, not unlike that of her boss, titillated her nostrils. She was so happy that she was just waiting to find herself in his arms.

-You’re Damon Dixon’s friend, so it’s perfectly normal that you should be here.

-I’ve never stopped thinking about you and I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to see you again, Olivia. Your shadow follows me everywhere, you know,” he said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

His touch electrified her and she wondered what it would be like when he caressed her skin. She was so looking forward to it, but by the look of him, she could tell he was taking his time.

-But why this lighting, you’re still not ready to show me your face when you say you’ve missed me?

-We’re not ready to take that step, Olivia, you’re not ready to know my identity because you’re still calling me by my first name and if I tell you, I promise you’ll never be able to call me by my first name again, so let’s forget about it and enjoy the evening, shall we, gorgeous?

She nodded and without delay, the man’s lips crushed against hers. It was so pleasant that a moan escaped her lips. Nothing had changed in the way she kissed, this man was as gentle as ever.