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Chapter 33 - Crush On Billionaire Episode 34

After Damian gently guided Amara inside, she excused herself to the bedroom to freshen up. The day had been heavy with emotions, and all she wanted was to wash everything off and feel renewed.

Inside the bathroom, the warm water cascaded over her skin, easing her tension. She closed her eyes, letting the steam comfort her while her thoughts drifted back to Damian-the way he had held her, his voice when he apologized, the sincerity in his eyes. No matter what chaos tried to surround them, he always found a way to pull her back into his arms.

When she finally stepped out, she wrapped herself in a soft towel, drying her skin slowly before slipping into her nightwear-a simple silk camisole and shorts that clung delicately to her frame. She felt comfortable yet graceful, the kind of beauty that didn't need effort.

A little while later, Damian came into the room, holding a tray. He had insisted on preparing something light for both of them, not wanting her to go to bed without eating. "I thought we could share this together," he said softly, setting the tray down on the small table near the bed.

Amara smiled, touched by his thoughtfulness. They sat side by side, sharing bites and talking in low voices. The room was quiet except for their laughter and the occasional clink of cutlery. It felt intimate, like they had shut out the rest of the world and only belonged to each other in that moment.

Damian watched her as she spoke, his eyes tender, as though memorizing every word, every smile. At one point, he reached across, brushing his fingers over hers, and said, "At least I know I can trust you, Amara. That's what keeps me going."

Her heart softened instantly. "And I trust you too," she whispered.

They continued talking for a while-about work, about dreams, about little things that made them laugh. Slowly, the heaviness of the day gave way to warmth and peace.

When they finally slipped under the covers, Damian wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close until her head rested on his chest. She could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, strong and reassuring.

"I'm happy when I'm with you," he murmured against her hair.

"And I'm safe when I'm with you," she replied softly, her fingers drawing lazy circles on his chest.

They stayed like that, tangled in each other's warmth, until sleep gently claimed them-hearts full, souls connected, and love wrapping them tighter than any blanket ever could.

It was already morning, and the office was alive with its usual bustle. I had barely settled at my desk when my phone rang. Seeing Mia's name flash across the screen made me smile-my best friend always had a way of brightening my day.

"Amara!" she said the moment I picked up, her cheerful tone warming my heart.

"Mia," I laughed softly. "It's so good to hear your voice. I've missed you."

We talked for a long while, catching up on everything she had been up to. She listened eagerly as I told her about staying with Damian and, hesitantly, about everything that had happened the night before. She gasped at some parts, teased me at others, and by the time the call ended, my heart felt a little lighter. Mia always knew how to make me feel less alone.

After hanging up, I tucked my phone away and tried to focus on work. But before I could settle in, a loud voice erupted from Damian's office. The tone was sharp, filled with authority, and though I couldn't make out every word, the sound drew the attention of everyone in the department.

The room grew tense, whispers quickly replacing the usual tapping of keyboards. I could hear fragments of hushed conversations.

"Did you hear that? That's Mr. Simon Gloves' daughter in there..." one of them muttered.

"I knew it! No wonder..." another chimed in, lowering their voice, though not enough for me to miss it.

My chest tightened. Gossip spread like wildfire, and the way they spoke-mocking, judgmental-was unbearable. My fists clenched at my sides, anger burning hot in my chest. How could they be so quick to tear someone apart when they didn't even know the truth?

The office buzzed louder, people leaning closer to whisper their opinions, until I could no longer stand it. Before I even realized what I was doing, I pushed my chair back and rose to my feet. My pulse hammered in my ears as I found myself walking straight toward Damian's office.

Every step felt heavy, but my resolve grew stronger. If they thought I would just sit back and let their gossip poison the air, they were wrong. Whatever was happening behind Damian's closed door, I needed to know-and I needed to put an end to the whispers echoing through the office.

I didn't bother knocking-I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

What I saw froze me for a second, then sent a wave of fire rushing through my veins. Clara was there. Again. She stood much too close to Damian, her hand clinging to his arm as if her life depended on it. Damian was clearly trying to push her away, his jaw tight, but she refused to budge.

Something inside me snapped.

Before I could even think twice, I stormed forward, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. Clara barely had time to react before my hand shot out, grabbing her by the hair. She shrieked, twisting in my grip, but I yanked her hard enough that she had no choice but to face me.

"You-" she started, but her words died in her throat the moment my palm connected with her cheek. Slap! The sound echoed through the office. Her eyes widened, stunned, but before she could recover, I landed another slap across her other cheek.

"Look at yourself," I spat, my voice low and sharp like a blade. "Go find a mirror and see just how pathetic you look. You're too ugly inside and out to ever fit into my man's life. Stay the hell away from him!"

Clara's lips trembled, but I didn't give her a chance to respond. My chest heaved with fury as I turned toward the door. "No matter how much pressure you put on Damian, he will never give in to you. Never," I hissed, every word laced with venom.

I flung the door open and called out into the hallway, my voice cutting through the silence of the gossiping office. "Security!"

Two guards appeared almost instantly, their eyes widening at the scene. I pointed straight at Clara, who was still clutching her stinging cheeks. "Drag this woman out of his office. Now."

Without hesitation, they took her by the arms and forced her out, despite her angry protests. The entire office was buzzing now, whispers louder than ever as everyone pretended to focus on their work while secretly reveling in the drama.

I stood by the door, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Just as I was about to step out, Damian rushed forward.

"Amara-"

I lifted my hand, stopping him in his tracks, my eyes narrowing. "Explain yourself," I demanded, my voice trembling with restrained fury. "Right now."

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