Sierra's POV
Everyone settled at their respective desks after the conflict earlier. Gossip started to spread among employees. Even the other teams in different departments joined the rumor.
Here I am, sitting at my desk. I can't face everyone after that. I've become the center of their conversation.
"Sierra, you okay?" My older sister Nadia asked while trying to comfort me.
I looked at her and saw her worried face. Why do I always have to be the one they worry about? Why do I always make them worry about me? I'm so pathetic.
Tears started falling on my cheeks as I remembered the embarrassment I'd be facing.
"Shhh," my sister just hugged me and brushed her palm on my back.
"Everything will be okay, Sierra." Her soft voice was enough to console me.
I looked up and saw Juls, he just smiled at me when our gazes met.
"Miss Sierra," my attention was caught by a respectful tone coming from behind me.
It was Uncle Jino, Damian's secretary.
What could he possibly need with me?
"The CEO wants you to come up to his office." He smiled at me, a smile that seemed to say Damian wanted to see me, not just a mere employee.
"Ahh, I'll go there after I wash my face." I just answered him, immediately wondering what Damian wanted to talk to me about.
Is it about the incident between Celeste and me?
Or is it because he misunderstood Juls's arms resting on my shoulder earlier?
I have to quickly meet him to settle these mixed emotions of mine. I wanted to rest and have a peaceful night after work.
I excused myself from Juls and my sister and stood up to go to the bathroom. I washed my face and quickly got on the elevator.
When the elevator stopped, I hurriedly walked over to Damian's office.
I saw Uncle Jino, he seemed to be waiting for me outside the door.
He smiled at me again before reaching for the knob to open the door for me.
When I entered Damian's office, I didn't see him.
The door slowly closed as I scanned the room to look for him. Two arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind.
I can smell him, it was my Lovey. At least, I know he's not mad as he hugging me like this.
"Are you okay?" He asked, filled with concern.
I slowly shook my head. I wanted him to know how miserable I felt now.
"I'm sorry," he hugged me tighter.
I turned my body to him and looked directly into his eyes.
"I'm not okay, Lovey. But I can endure it just to be with you again. I want to be with you in open space. Not in secret anymore…" Tears fell from my eyes, telling him what I really wanted to happen with us.
He cupped my face and wiped my tears. I closed my eyes and reached his hand, touching my cheeks, feeling his touch so tenderly.
It felt like déjà vu.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you. But trust me, I'm working on it right now. I'll fix this relationship of ours in no time." His soft gaze melted me.
I nodded repeatedly.
He closed the gap between us and kissed me on my lips, his fingers threading into my hair. I responded. I can feel the taste of our longing and desire.
When we pulled back, we barely caught our breath. We silently laughed together as our foreheads were still resting against each other.
After a moment, he stopped and stood straight, wrapping his hands around my waist.
He looked at me with narrowed eyes, as if he was trying to read my mind.
"I saw that punk clinging to you earlier. It's making me mad, actually." He said, then leaned his face closer to mine.
I grinned. He really can easily get jealous.
"It's nothing, Lovey. He just stood up for me earlier."
"And was there a need for his hands to be clinging to you?" His eyebrows raised, asking me sarcastically.
"I'm also surprised. It was so sudden I couldn't react. Haha." He stood straight again and looked at me intently.
This time, I hugged him and stood on my tiptoes. I kissed him on his lips, trying to console him with my lips.
He responded quickly and wrapped his arms around me tightly. The kiss was passionate and no one seemed to want to stop.
He lifted me up without cutting our kisses and walked towards his desk. He placed me there and continued kissing me while his hands traveled over my chest.
He separated his lips to mine so that I shamelessly chased his lips. He grinned between our kisses and separated his lips from mine again.
"I always wanted to do this here in my office, baby." He whispered, our lips brushing as he spoke. His voice is hoarse and full of desire.
I didn't respond. Instead, I kissed him desperately again.
I wanted him. I want to feel him right now. I need his touch. Verbal comfort from anyone wasn't enough to comfort me. I need him.
He lifted me again, planting kisses on my neck. The desire that I was feeling right now was immeasurable.
He laid me down the couch and took off his clothes while his eyes were locked on mine. It's making me excited.
"Aren't you so wild right now, baby?" He asked and kissed me again. This time, it was so rushed and urgent, as if he badly wanted to explore me right now.
"You're turning me on, honey…" He whispered in my ears and touched my sensitive part, starting to play with it.
Now, I literally lost my mind.
"You can moan, my office is soundproofed." He chuckled as he said it, when he noticed I was resisting myself to make a sound.
But the moan he was waiting for came when he finally entered me.
Moans filled every corner of the room.
"Damian…" I unconsciously uttered when I felt myself about to reach the climax.
"Yes, baby. I'm coming too. Let it out with me…" Damian gasped the words out.
When we both achieved our goal, Damian softly laughed and hugged me tightly.
"Why?" I asked, still breathless.
"Hmm… nothing. I just love you." He answered and sat on the couch, body naked.
I sat beside him and hugged him tightly.
"I love you too, Lovey…."
I thought I wouldn't have peace today. I worried for nothing.
I almost forgot, Damian always cared about me.