sex-me boss.

after Carline left his office, Damon locked himself in, and even so, he couldn’t find any peace. he was in so much pain that he couldn’t think straight. he’d tried to reach her on her phone, but it wouldn’t go through that she’d turned it off on purpose. he was worried about her, and worse, about what might happen to her. he had no time at all, and when he saw all the city’s buildings shining, he realized that it was already getting dark. he didn’t want to find himself alone at home, but he had no choice. he grabbed his things and left his office. Before leaving the skyscraper, he went first to Olivia’s office. He had no idea what he was doing there, but he just felt like being there.

It had already been over two hours since he’d been home, yet he still couldn’t reach her. Afraid that she might do something stupid that could cost him his life, Damon grabbed his coat and headed out the door. he was driving like crazy, but he didn’t care about her life at the moment, as long as he could reassure himself that she was all right.

He climbed the stairs to his floor and when he got to the door, he didn’t know what to do. Everything was so quiet and he realized that the room was pitch black. he didn’t know what he was going to do at that moment. he couldn’t knock, as he was sure she hadn’t yet digested what had happened. he’d forgotten to take his key with him. he paced in front of her pore, but in the end, he didn’t know what he was doing, so he left.

once night had fallen, her apartment was pitch black, and that suited her just fine. she hadn’t been able to get up to turn on the lights, and it was better to let people know she wasn’t there. she’d also turned off her phone, since she knew he’d try to reach her. late into the night, when she couldn’t sleep, Olivia began to think back to the wonderful time she’d spent with Damon. she’d hoped to live this story for a long time to come, but she’d never imagined she’d find out the truth this way. she wanted so much to forget him, but it was impossible because he’d already left his mark on her body, and strangely enough, his body belonged to her in a way.

Not wanting to go home yet, Damon decided to head for Le Bourget. It was there that it all began, with the story of a bet; he went to the back door and took the elevator to the top floor, where he joined his Square vip. every nook and cranny of the room reminded him of that girl with the body of a goddess. he remembered all the days, from the first to the last, that they’d spent in this place, all the positions in which they’d made love, he could still hear her moaning with pleasure and it all troubled him.

After minutes of looking around, he didn’t even know what he was doing there, so when he wanted to get out, he saw the waiter go upstairs with two people who seemed to be a couple. Luckily, these people were so busy kissing that they hadn’t even noticed who he was, but their presence on this floor intrigued him.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

-Can I ask what they’re doing here and, more importantly, what you’re doing here with them?

-They say they’ve traveled a long way to have a good time here, so I thought I’d give them this one since it’s always closed.

This place held memories he wasn’t about to forget, not even for money.

-No, there are rooms downstairs and if they don’t want them, they can go somewhere else, you know perfectly well that this VIP area is private.

-Yes, but hardly anyone goes there, so I thought just for one night they wouldn’t mind.

-ask them to take a room downstairs or they can just leave and that’s the very last time you think you can allow people in here. it’s a personal space.

He turned to tell them that it wasn’t possible to have this space, and Damon could see the disappointment on their faces, but he didn’t care. He intended to treasure all his memories with Olivia, down to the less important ones.

the next morning, it was the sound of birdsong that woke her up. she’d fallen asleep late at night and was wondering what she was going to do with her day. she was very bored with not working, and didn’t even know where she was going to find work, since it was a friend who’d helped her find a place at Le Bourget before Damon Dixon came and ruined everything. she got out of bed and dragged her feet to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and went into the kitchen to make herself a hot chocolate. she was willing to turn on her phone, but she didn’t want to know that Damon might have tried to call her or leave messages.

her head a little empty, she retrieved her machine and began typing her letter of resignation. it hurt so much to do it, given how much she loved this job, but she had no choice. she no longer felt any different from the girls who’d slept with him to get a job.

after rereading it several times to make sure she hadn’t mentioned any personal reasons that would refer to their history, she sent it to martin, because technically, he was her boss, so he’d be in charge of sending it to the ceo.

That was it, she thought, the end of a good life and the beginning of a new suffering of not being able to work.