Mia gasped as the knock reverberated through the walls, the sharp sound echoing in her ears. In horror, she stared at Damon whose lips twitched but other than that he was calm. Did sex make men that stupid? She pushed him away and stumbled for the door when the sound intensified. "Yeah?" She whispered, her voice thick. "Give me a minute." The realisation sunk in. Whoever was on the other side of the door could easily see her so dishevelled and so out of it and figure out. It wouldn't take a rocket genius. But still, she tried to sell it. Ducking away, Mia rushed to the washbasin and splashed cold water on her face, averting her eyes from the mirror in an effort to avoid seeing her red, swollen lips and glassy eyes along with that shameless glow etched across her face. Mia screwed her eyes closed, splashing cold water over her sweaty skin, exhaling roughly. She was aware of his heavy stare on her. For a second, Mia just s

When Mia got a call from her mother that she's in New York, her body sagged in relief. She couldn't have asked for her arrival at a better time. They managed to settle for a quick lunch as her mother was only staying for a day. After lunch, she had to meet another friend of hers. Precisely at one in the afternoon, Mia abruptly stood in the restaurant's doorway, staring wordlessly at the person in front of her. The sight sent a jolt of sadness through her. Her boss was sitting with a woman, not just any woman, the same one he was papped with.Before she knew it, her eyes stung. The assistant tried to hold onto the sob, threatening to break down any time. Her body hunched over as she gripped the doorframe to prevent from tipping over completely. Tremors wracked her fragile limbs, lungs seeming to shrink with every fluttery breath. This wasn't the first time Damon made her want to scream her lungs out. From time to time, she gave him that kind of

The next morning Mia found her shimmery body-con dress by the couch. Hanging by the side. She blearyly blinked her eyes open and looked around before realising that she's in an unknown place. It took her full ten seconds to realise that its Damon's room. Her boss was still sleeping beside when her phone started ringing. She quickly slipped on her dress, grabbed her phone and slipped out the door. Last night was blurry of events. The only thing she remembered was giving her boss a blowjob in the tiny stall. What happened after that? Maybe she should ask him that. The phone started ringing again. She shot one last regretful look at her boss before quickly putting distance between them. On her way outside, she answered the phone."Hello, mom.""You sound like you've just woken up."As if to confirm, her mouth stretched with a yawn. "I have." Her mother sighed

The next morning they had to get back in work mode, getting ready for the most important presentation.Damon insisted on them having a large platter of breakfast foods, coffee flowing freely in one of the small diner. Her boss believed that having food always braced them for the rest of the day. Mia couldn't exactly argue with that kind of logic.They then headed over to Cromwell's office, precisely as Mia pictured it to be—surrounded by monumental buildings and a spectacular view of the HOLLYWOOD sign. She wouldn't mind working there just for the view. The CEO introduced her to the important people, grinning the entire time when Cromwell asked if they were a couple. A question like that would definitely have offended Damon in New York, but in LA he simply laughed. "Mia I'm so sorry but can you wait here with my assistant for a while? We can have a quick meeting" Mr Cromwell smiled at her politely, his e

Mia's back felt hot and sweaty as she started to stir, the low hum of the room's air conditioning unit finally rousing her from sleep. Her alarm hadn't yet gone off so it must still be early, but she had to escape the relentless heat. The assistant didn't understand it, since the air con was working. As she went to move away but found it bit difficult, only to realise that something was holding her down.  Her eyes flew open and looked down, eyes wide as she took in the sight of Damon's long arm wrapped tightly around her, gripping at the fabric of her shirt, actually his shirt. Even though this is what Mia had wanted for a long time, it was suddenly too much. Mia tried to wriggle away. His hold tightened as she tried to escape, and a groan left her lips as he pulled her back. Her back flush against his bare chest now. When did he get rid of his shirt? That's not the issue anyway.