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It had been a month since Damon had distanced himself from anything that might remind him of Olivia Turner, but it was impossible for him to forget her; he remembered perfectly well the fact that he’d had to get away from her, but at last the moment had come to force her to listen to him, he was finally going to be able to put his ego aside and tell her everything that was on his mind. He soon called his pilot to prepare the private jet; he didn’t intend to spend another night without her knowing everything.

Having arrived a while ago, he had gone home to get ready. He was firmly convinced that they weren’t going to spend the night just explaining themselves, but that it had to go further or else it wouldn’t be him, Damon Dixon. He got ready and put on his perfume twice so she’d know it was him, because he wasn’t going to wait for her to open the door, nor was he going to leave her if she wouldn’t listen. He took the spare key he’d kept until then and took his beautiful sports car. He was more determined than ever.

Having spent yet another evening reminiscing about him without being able to tell him she loved him, Olivia had turned off the light in her living room to go to bed. She hadn’t been able to find any work, since she hadn’t even looked for it. All she could think about was Damon’s mysterious disappearance, and everything suggested that if he’d gone, it was simply to forget him. She changed into just a pair of shorts and a top, then switched off her bedside lamp, letting her thoughts drown in the gloom with her.

Once in front of her apartment building, Damon really hoped she still lived there, because he was afraid that what had happened between them might have driven her out of town or out of the country too. He got out of the car and walked to the lobby of the building, taking the stairs and praying that he wouldn’t run into the old lady who was Olivia’s right-hand neighbor, because that woman never slept and gave the impression that she was the one watching this floor, given that during the three nights he’d spent outside her door, this old lady would occasionally come out and glance down the corridor as if she wasn’t afraid of anything.

When he arrived at his apartment, he thanked God he hadn’t seen her. He inserted the key in the lock and when the door was opened, he saw that everything was bathed in darkness. He didn’t want to turn on the light for fear of frightening her, and he hoped the apartment didn’t belong to anyone but her. Knowing the way to her room by heart, since it was he who had accompanied her on their first night, he began to make his way towards it.

Olivia had heard noises coming from her doorway and was trying to make herself smaller on her bed. No one had ever broken in since she’d been living there, and she hoped this wasn’t the beginning. She heard footsteps approaching her room and the only thing she could think of was to hide in her bathroom. When she tried to jump out of bed, the scent of that perfume tingled her nostrils and she couldn’t believe it. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming, but no, it was the scent of her mysterious stranger, and footsteps were approaching her bed.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She didn’t know how she was going to react, nor did she want to turn on the light to let this man know she wasn’t asleep. She felt him take his place on the edge of the bed and, gently, she felt a hand stroke her hair. She didn’t know how he’d managed to reach her hair without getting lost for a moment, but remembering the dim lights, she figured he was able to see even in the dark.

She felt his warm breath fall on her face and it was then that she realized he was so close, she was dying to ask him to kiss her but she didn’t want him to know she was awake.

Unable to withstand her surge of desire yet there she was, in front of him now with no one to stop her, Damon placed his lips on hers without kissing her, but such was his surprise when she opened her mouth, begging for a kiss. He was delighted and kissed her more deeply, to show her how much he had missed her. Her soft, sweet lips drew him in again and again and he could feel his member manifesting, but before that, he wanted to tell her everything. He sent his hand ready to light the bedside lamp when she put her hand on his to stop him.

-I want to be in the arms of my mysterious stranger first, and the rest can be said later,” Olivia told him in her sweet voice.