Later that afternoon, the office was quiet. Damian had stepped away briefly to take a call, leaving Selena alone with her thoughts
She straightened, smoothing her dress, and glanced at Damian as he returned. Her voice was calm, but the faint edge of interest , not jealousy threaded through it.
"Who is she?" Selena asked, tilting her head slightly.
Damian raised an eyebrow, looking confused.
"Dianne? She's the new assistant. Lara left last week, so we needed someone to handle schedules and correspondence."
Selena's lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. "The new assistant… huh?" she said, letting her voice drop just enough to hint at possessiveness. "She seems… interesting."
Damian chuckled lightly, unaware of the subtle tension in her tone. "Interesting? She's just an assistant, Selena. That's all."
Selena leaned a little closer, feigning curiosity, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Just an assistant?" she echoed, letting the words linger. "You're sure she's… nothing more?"
Damian shook his head, amused.
"Absolutely. She just answers the door, manages my schedule. Nothing else. You have nothing to worry about."
Selena's gaze narrowed for just a moment, testing him, before she leaned back and smiled. "Hmm… I suppose I can trust you."
Dianne was standing just outside the office, pretending to adjust some papers. She had heard every word. A faint, knowing smile curved her lips as she whispered under her breath.
"You don't know anything." she said.
Her voice was soft, controlled, but the weight behind it was unmistakable—a promise that the game had only just begun.
Selena's instincts tingled, sensing something—but before she could react, Dianne stepped away, leaving the room and the tension behind. Damian remained blissfully unaware, completely captivated by his wife's presence, while Selena's mind raced.
One thought consumed her: this assistant… was different. And she would find out why—before it became a problem.
The office door clicked softly as Selena left, her heels echoing down the corridor. Damian leaned back in his chair, still smiling faintly from the conversation he'd just had with her.
A moment later, the door opened again. Dianne stepped inside, her presence sharp and deliberate. She moved closer, heels clicking lightly against the polished floor.
She leaned slightly toward Damian, letting her voice drop to a low, sultry whisper.
"Only an assistant… huh? I think I must remind you… of our situation," she murmured, letting the words linger in the air.
Damian's chest tightened, and a flush crept across his skin. His pulse quickened almost involuntarily.
"Babe… she's my wife," he said, trying to keep his tone calm—but there was a heat in his eyes that betrayed him.
Dianne smiled, slow and teasing, taking a step closer. "Ohh… you forget yesterday?" she purred. "I can still feel you… in my body."
Her words wrapped around him like a temptation he couldn't resist. Damian's breath hitched. The room felt smaller, hotter. The scent of her perfume, the way she moved, the softness in her tone—it pulled him in.
He shook his head slightly, trying to maintain control. "Dianne… we shouldn't—"
But she ignored him, leaning in just enough for her proximity to ignite desire. The tension was electric, dangerous, and Damian knew it.
Every part of him remembered… and wanted… every moment from yesterday.
Dianne's eyes gleamed, sharp and knowing. She had planted the seed—and now it was growing, stirring Damian in ways Selena never could suspect.
Dianne slammed the windows shut and locked the door with trembling hands. She walked toward him like a predator, ripping off her panties and mounting the table. Her eyes burned into his as she spread her legs.
'I think you've been starving for me,' she growled.
His erection strained painfully against his trousers as he devoured her with his gaze.
'God, you're fucking magnificent,' he rasped, gripping her knees hard enough to bruise. His mouth attacked her inner thighs, teeth grazing sensitive skin.
'Harder,' she demanded, voice breaking. 'Make it hurt.' Her command ignited something primal in him—he bit down savagely, making her cry out. She yanked her fishnet top up, exposing her heaving breasts.
He seized one roughly, squeezing until she arched back, tears of ecstasy forming. He tore his trousers down and thrust into her violently. 'Destroy me,' she hissed. He pounded into her mercilessly, clamping his hand over her mouth to muffle her screams.
After he put his clothes on, Damian adjusted his jacket, his movements practiced, almost careless. The office looked untouched—no sign of what had just passed between them.
Dianne stood near the window, arms folded, watching his reflection in the glass.
"It's been two months," she said quietly. "Two months since we met. And today…" She turned slowly to face him. "Today is my first day here. You brought me into your world."
Damian didn't deny it. "Yes," he said. "I wanted you close. That's the truth."
She took a step toward him. "You could have kept me away. But instead, you gave me this office. This position."
He met her gaze. "I like you, Dianne."
Then, without hesitation, he added, "But I love Selena."
Dianne smiled—not hurt, not surprised. "Love doesn't stop you," she said softly. "It never did."
Damian's voice lowered. "What we have… it's physical. Intense. You give me something I shouldn't want."
Her eyes darkened with satisfaction. "Because I don't want normal," she replied. "I like what's strange. The obsession. The way you lose control."
He exhaled slowly. "This is your first day here," he said, almost as a warning. "In this office, you're just my assistant."
"For now," Dianne answered calmly, her lips curving. "But don't pretend you don't remember everything I give you."
Dianne's eyes lingered on Damian, sharp and calculating, a slow smile curling at the corners of her lips. She stepped closer, letting her voice drop to a low, intimate whisper.
"I'll be waiting for you Saturday," she murmured, her tone casual but loaded with promise. "At my place, as usual."
Damian's chest tightened. He swallowed, keeping his expression calm, masking the heat that threatened to rise. "I like it quiet," he said, voice low and deliberate. "Secretive. Just the way it should be."
Dianne's smile deepened, knowing, almost predatory. "Good. That's exactly how I like it too," she said, letting the words hang between them. "No distractions, no witnesses. Just us."
He nodded, fingers brushing over the edge of his desk, heart racing in ways he couldn't admit. "I'll finish my work here first," he added, eyes flicking toward the door where Selena had just left. "And don't worry… I'll make sure she never suspects a thing."
Her gaze softened for a brief moment—just enough to make him want more—but the moment passed, replaced by that sharp, knowing gleam that always reminded him of the danger she carried with her.
"See you Saturday," Dianne said, stepping back and letting her heels click against the polished floor as she moved away. "Don't be late."
Damian exhaled, pressing his palms to the desk as if to ground himself. Selena would never suspect a thing. And yet… the pull, the danger, the obsession with Dianne, lingered like a shadow he couldn't shake.
He turned back to the files, adjusting his cuffs, forcing his mind to focus on work, on numbers, on contracts. But in the back of his mind, a single thought repeated itself: Saturday couldn't come soon enough