Chapter 5

　　Elara

　　I told myself I was only coming over to "clear things up."

　　That was a lie I repeated three times in the taxi, like repetition could turn it into something believable.

　　Damian's address wasn't far, but it felt like I was crossing into a different version of the city—quieter streets, taller buildings, security gates that made me feel underdressed just standing near them.

　　When I finally reached his place, I almost turned around. Instead, I pressed the intercom.

　　He opened the door himself. Just like he had been expecting me the entire time.

　　"You came," looking me over from head to toe.

　　"That was the plan," I said, stepping inside before I lost courage.

　　His apartment caught me off-guard. Everything was too clean, too expensive. It didn't feel lived in. It felt curated.

　　"You look different outside a hospital," I couldn't help but told him. He looked so infuriatingly handsome in his casual clothes.

　　He looked at me and stepped closer enough that I had to tilt my head slightly to meet his eyes. "And, you look like you're about to make a mistake."

　　I swallowed. "That's very dramatic for a greeting."

　　"It works," he said, eyes dropping to my lips. "This is a rematch, Elara."

　　I should have said something logical and safe. Instead I said, "You always talk like this, or am I an exception?"

　　A faint shift crossed his expression. "That depends."

　　"On what again?"

　　His lips curved slightly. "On how badly you plan to regret tonight."

　　My breath caught slightly. "That sounds like a warning."

　　"It is," he said and without wasting another second, his lips crushed to mine.

　　Damian's arms scooped me up easily and carried me toward the couch. Our lips parted just slightly when my back hit the soft foam, but just after a second, he was on top of me once again, hands carefully lifting my skirt and tugging at my underwear down.

　　"You're moving fast," I said, stopping his arm.

　　"I don't like wasting time," he said and helped me with taking my shirt off. "I wanna see you naked right now."

　　As soon as all my clothes were on the floor, Damian started to undress. I watched him took of his shirt and was instantly speechless with how toned his muscles were. His shoulders and chest were broad, his abs were perfectly sculpted, and his arms... they looked so strong that I stopped wondering why I felt sore for days after our first night.

　　"You're staring," he said huskily. "Do you like what you see? Because I like what I see."

　　My cheeks burned with what he said. "Y-You're such a smooth talker."

　　He grinned. "You already know what else this mouth can do."

　　With that, he unbuckled his pants and pulled out what has been bulging behind it since I came in.

　　My eyes widened with the huge thing erected in front of me. "T-That humongous thing fitted inside me that night?"

　　Damian chuckled as he stroke his cock. "You want me to make you remember?"

　　I opened my mouth but nothing came out, and it only made Damian laugh louder.

　　"First, I want to know what that luscious mouth of yours can do aside from talking back at me during the examination."

　　Before I could ask what he meant, he hovered on top of me and positioned my head in between his leg, making his long and hard length towering over my face.

　　"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice was breathless.

　　"W-What?" I asked in disbelief, staring at his cock as if it will spit on me.

　　"Open your damn mouth, Elara," he repeated and pointed the tip of his cock on my mouth. "We'll see if the next reason of your visit is your lips."

　　I was dumbfounded by what this man said, I should have refused and stormed out of his condo, but instead, I followed that small voice inside me telling me to accept this huge beautiful thing in front of me.

　　So I parted my lips and let Damian thrust his greatness inside my mouth.

　　**

　　When I woke up, it was already morning.

　　Light spilled through the curtains in clean, expensive lines across the floor. The bed was too soft, the room too quiet, and for a second I forgot where I was.

　　Then everything came back. From the couch, Damian carried me inside his room and fucked me all night.

　　I sat up slowly and looked around the expansive room.

　　My gaze drifted toward the empty space beside me, and despite myself, I thought about the night before.

　　The first time I had been with Damian, everything had been reckless and overwhelming. I had left sore, embarrassed, and determined never to see him again. Last night had been different. He had been attentive, patient, and far more careful with me than I expected someone like him to be.

　　And that was the problem.

　　Somewhere between his teasing smiles and the unexpected gentleness he only seemed to show when no one was looking, I had started liking him more than I should.

　　For a brief moment, I found myself wondering whether there could be something more between us.

　　Then reality returned.

　　I looked around the expensive apartment and felt the distance between our worlds settle firmly back into place. Damian came from a life of wealth, privilege, and connections. I was a newly graduated office worker who still worried about every paycheck.

　　Even entertaining those thoughts felt foolish.

　　Whatever existed between us had started with a mistake and should end before I became attached to something I could never have.

　　I got dressed quickly, careful not to make noise. My hands moved faster than my thoughts, which was good, because thinking too much would make this harder than it already was.

　　This was a mistake—a beautiful, reckless mistake.

　　I turned toward the door and moved carefully so I wouldn't wake him. But then as I opened the front door, a bed room voice called my name.

　　"Elara."

　　I froze just as Damian appeared at the edge of his entrance gallery. He has put on his boxers, but it wasn't enough to conceal how huge he's hiding behind it.

　　I stepped back instinctively. And in doing so, my hand knocked against something near the door.

　　A vase tilted and I gasped. The sound of it breaking on the floor filled the silence of the apartment.

　　I stood completely still.

　　Damian looked at the broken pieces, then at me. "You're leaving again without saying goodbye?"

　　And I realized with uncomfortable clarity that I had just made leaving a lot more complicated than it already was.