Faking it with Damian Black novel (Millie)

Chapter 51

-MILLIE-

Every morning, I woke up next to Damian, and I recounted all the time we shared. It had been two weeks

since he ended our contract, and I became his. That was the new clause of our agreement, if I could

even call it that.

I go back to that night he f ucked his way through my stubborn head again and again whenever doubts

clouded my mind. But no matter how many times I recall everything, I can’t seem to comprehend that Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

someone like Damian would want to be with me. That’s just not plausible in my world, or so I thought. I’m

happy, don’t get me wrong, but the young Millicent inside me had been screaming at the top of her lungs,

banging the cage where she’d been locked up as she yelled, “Oh my G od: Damian has finally noticed

me!”

Despite all these doubts and overthinking. Damian had been good to me, better than Hunter had been.

He was kind and caring, and he’d go out of his way to show me what being his meant. He drove me to

work and picked me up after. If he’s out of town. Riggs would be my personal chauffeur. He’d take me to

fancy restaurants, but most nights, he’d cook dinner while I freshened up.

Don’t even get me started on our setting behind closed doors at night. One or gasm wasn’t enough, and

he never got satisfied until my legs were shaking in pleasure. Once I was sated, he’d tuck me as close to

his body as possible. I love everything he’s done and still doing for me. I love it so much that it scared me

to wake up one day and realize that everything was just a dream.

I’m still reeling from the aftermath of my breakup with Hunter. Back then, being with Hunter felt like a

dream. History was repeating itself with Damian. Although this one with Damian was more than a dream,

it’s a fantasy I built since I was a teenager. And if there was one thing my relationship with Hunter taught

me, it’s that despite all the effort, love, and care you shower them with, they won’t stay in your life

because you’re only a stopover in their journey, a mere bump on the road. Destiny will play its course.

And if Damian was only here for a mere stopover. I’d try to enjoy my time with him. At least that’s what I

wanted to do, but it’s hard to keep my feelings in check because Damian never failed to top what he did

yesterday, and I’d fall deeper each

time.

“What’s on your mind?” Damian reached over the console, lacing our fingers together. He lifted it to his

mouth. kissing my knuckles.

For me, it was these small gestures that mattered the most. I couldn’t hide my smile. He could be really

sweet when he wanted to, and that smile, Go d, he could melt my heart like butter tossed in a hot pan.

“What?” he chuckled, setting our joined hands on top of his thigh, focusing back on the road.

“Nothing,” I said, brushing the hair out of my face.

Damian loved driving with his windows down. I used to hate it. The wind ruined my hair, but if I could see

happy, I don’t mind combing my hair again and again.

“Uh-huh. Did something good happen today?” He asked, driving over to the exit to his place. We’d have

dinner mansion tonight. Nancy wanted us over to plan our engagement party. Yep. Despite our busy

schedule and Candi pregnancy, Nancy hasn’t forgotten about our engagement party. She’s a persistent

one, and Mom was her personal cheerleader.

“Work was okay. I’ve been busy with the interview.” With Candice nurturing a baby in her tummy, we

decided it would best to hitre a new employee to lessen her traveling outside the city.

“Did you find an eligible candidate?”

I hummed a yes. “Three applicants passed our initial interview. We’ll be doing a background on them,

and the final interview will be on Monday.”

Damian let go of my hand, shifting gears, then grabbed it again. Give me their names.”

“Why?” I asked, genuinely confused by his request..

“I will do a thorough background on them,” he murmured nonchalantly, as though it was only natural for

him to have a say in our company.

“And why do you need to do that?” My brows arched, unsure why we were even having this

conversation.

“Just…” He glanced at me, sighing. “Just let me do it. I just want to be sure whoever you’re hiring is not a

threat to your safety.

Bewildered, I slowly caught up with his intentions, Between Rome and Sonja, already have enough to

worry about, and I refuse to let this hinder how I do my job.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, my voice taking a business-like tone. “We know how things work in

this field. Besides, this person we’re hiring will be more of a liaison. She will rarely be staying at the office

with us.”

The space between his eyebrows crinkled, his lips thinning. “I’m not questioning your ability to run your

business, Millicent. I know how good you are at what you do, but taking precautions isn’t a bad thing.”

Nibbling my lower lip. I stared at the window and considered his suggestion. I could fight him and make

him understand that this situation cannot dictate my life, but I also know Damian’s persistence. Nancy

might not be his biological mother, but he sure inherited her determined streak.

“Please!” Damian squeezed my hand.

I blew out a breath, caving. “Fine. But Candice has to agree to it, and if she does, we’re paying you.” it

Candice has to agree to it, and if she does, we’re paying you.”

He shook his head, ready to bid an argument. I stared at him, eyes narrowed to slits. “That’s not up for

negotiation. The bill goes to Effortless Events.”

Amused, he chuckled. “Fine. I was thinking of different ways you could pay me.” His voice took that

husky edge.

Horrified, I gasped. “Damian!” I pulled my hand from his hold, but he didn’t let go.

“What?” He asked, flashing me a fake innocent smile.

As soon as he pouted, I giggled, my heart turning to a pile of g od. “Stop that

He laughed, turning towards the street of the Black Mansion. “Stop what?”

“That… I groaned. “Stop teasing me. And don’t you dare do that thing you did last time we were here.”

Last weekend, his hand wandered where it shouldn’t. He made me or gasm while having dinner with our

fan we were discreet, but Candice knew what we were doing. She wouldn’t let go of the topic until I

pleaded guil a family dinner. She was horrified, disgusted, and happy for me at the same time and

insisted she knew this w eventually.

“I promise I won’t do it again,” Damian said. I knew him too well to know that a “but would follow that

sentence. him, a tingling sensation spread on my chest as that knowing smirk stretched his lips. “But I

promise nothing a bo

you come.”

“Oh my Go d, Damian!” I breathe, slapping his shoulder. We were still laughing about that topic when the

mansion cal into view.

My shoulders went rigid when I saw a very familiar car parked in front of the lawn.

Hunter.

The first thought that came to mind was an update about Rome. We were waiting for his trial schedule,

but isn’t this too late for a business visit? And why here?

Our parents were speaking with Hunter and a lady officer. She wore the same fitted jeans and a black

tee as Hunter; her gaze

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turning razor sharp as Damian and I slid out of the car.

“Officer Lean,” Damian put a hand on the small of my back as we approached their small cluster on the

walk path. “I can’t say it’s a pleasure to see you tonight.”

“You and me both. Mr. Black,” Hunter said, his gaze sweeping over Damian and me, his jaw fluttering.

Like an agile predator, Hunter’s associate approached us, her hands resting on her sidearm hanging by

her belt as she spoke.

“Damian Black?”

“I suppose you know that already.” Damian nodded at her co oly.

“Detective Fraser,” the woman replied, her lips thinning, but she did an excellent job hiding her

annoyance at Damian’s hostile response.

Behind Hunter and Fraser, Erik threw an arm around Nancy’s shoulder, drawing her to his side. Nancy’s

lips quivered as she blinked the mist from her eyes. Mom wore that same worried look when I told her I’d

be residing in New York for good.

“You’re under arrest for the attempted murder of Sonja Blanchet-”

“What?” I gasped, looking back at Hunter.

Damian’s hand on my back clenched. He was the epitome of calm and collected as Detective Fraser

read him his rights.

“You have the right to remain silent-” Detective Fraser continued

Damian.” I held his hand, holding on to him as though he’d vanish into thin air if I didn’t hold him tight.

“It’s fine. Millicent” He kissed my forehead. Not an ounce of resistance from him as Detective Fraser

secured his hands with handcuffs.

My heart lodged in my throat, I watched as the lady detective took him away and guided him towards the

back of Hunter’s car. Before my ex-fiance hopped on the driver’s side, he looked at me; my chest got

heavy as he smirked knowingly.