Page 114 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and black pants. A bouquet of tulips lay faintly between his loosely clenched fists.

“Renee,”he whispered, his eyes holding mine. The tension within me grew thicker.

“Damien,” I whispered.

Surprise flashed through his orbs. And for a split second, I was surprised too. Surprised at how I called his name, with so much…softness.

“I missed you, Renee,” he sighed. “Each day after you left wasn’t the same anymore. I wasn’t the same anymore.”

“…And I don’t think I can be the same anymore. It wasn’t until you left that I realized how empty I was. How empty my life was…”

“I know it’s a difficult decision for you, but I want you to trust me again. I want you to give me another chance.”

I swallowed. “And if I do, how do I know it won’t happen again? How can I trust that you’d trust me in the face of anything?”

“Because I’ve lost you once,” he replied without hesitation, taking steps until he reached me. “And I don’t want to lose you again.”

I watched his hand slowly rise until his thumb landed softly on my cheeks. My heart resumed its unsteady rhythm. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

“…I should never have asked you to be my fake fiancée,” he whispered with a faint trace of a smile. His thumb lightly grazed my cheeks.

“But I don’t regret it. Because it paved the way for loving you.”

I held my breath as his eyes grew heavy.

“I love you Renee… I want you.”

Time passed as we remained in proximity. I glanced from the flowers in his now outstretched arms, before allowing myself to melt against the warmth of his finger.

“I’ve tried to forget you, Damien but I can’t. I’ve tried to deny what I feel for you. But my heart won’t let me.”

“…I love you… and I-” I paused, making sure to gaze into his eyes with a slight smile. “We want you.”

His eyes widened and his lips pulled back into a wide smile.

“Fuck you’ve made me happy,” he whispered. Then, he pressed his lips against mine.

I sighed in satisfaction at the warmth of his lips.Oh I’ve missed this so much.

The kiss was passionate and warm, awakening everything in the depths of my heart.

I pressed myself against his hard chest as his hands snaked around my waist. Releasing a low moan, I tugged my fingers into his hair. Suddenly I wanted more.

My breathing grew harder as my fingers dug deeper into his scalp. When he released a low groan, I lost it.

Immediately, I dragged my hand from his neck down his hard chest. Rubbing desperate circles against his lower abdomen before diving under his pants.

When I found him hard and ready, I smiled into the kiss. But soon frowned when he pulled away and held my hand.

“Not here,” he groaned before gently lifting me. My legs wrapped around his waist impatiently as he took us inside.

Once the door was shut, I guided his lips to mine, and returned my hand to the bulge in his pants.

“Fuck I’ve missed you,” he breathed against my neck. I shivered when my back touched the couch and he hovered above me.

His hand sneaked under my free gown. And he brought his lips to my neck once he found my breasts.

Breathy moans escaped my lips as he sucked on a particular spot. And I stroked his bulge until his touches weren’t enough.

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