Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 7

The air seemed to solidify in that instant, the surroundings becoming eerily silent, and everything else faded into insignificance.

All she could see was Damon.

He wore a light blue short–sleeved shirt and black trousers, looking fresh, handsome, and full of vitality.

Even in a simple work uniform, his impeccably handsome features and powerful physique made him appear exceptionally refined and noble.

His dark gaze made Aubrey’s skin prickle with discomfort, leaving her feeling utterly self–conscious.

Skylar produced a pair of slippers, placing them at Damon’s feet.“Damon, you should change into these.”

Damon remained unresponsive, his gaze fixed on Aubrey.

Skylar plastered on a smile, explaining, “It’s my trademark infringement case. A law firm a friend recommended, and I honestly didn’t expect her to be the one they sent.”

Aubrey frowned, her gaze sharpening with annoyance as she looked at Skylar. ·

What a perfectly innocent–sounding phrase:“didn’t expect her to be the one they sent.

Damon finally shifted his gaze, turning his head to Skylar. His voice was low and dangerous.“What company trademark are you even talking about?”

Skylar’s smile faltered, replaced by an expression of pure mortification.“Uh…”

“I won’t bother you two any longer. I’ll just head home.” Aubrey felt suffocated, desperate to escape, but Damon remained rooted by the shoe cabinet, effectively blocking the doorway and preventing her from even reaching her shoes.

“Fine, go home then.” Skylar tossed her head, a haughty sneer twisting her lips. “Honestly, your professional skills are pretty subpar. Not nearly professional enough. I wouldn’t trust you with my case anyway.”

The audacity.

She didn’t even have a company. What trademark was she talking about?

Aubrey wasn’t entirely without a temper, either.

“My professionalism,” Aubrey stated, her voice laced with ice, “lies in respecting facts and the law. Not in indulging a ‘client‘ who hasn’t even established a–business, only to be subjected to their endless insults, all to satisfy their own vanity.”

“I’ll be charging you by the second for this conversation. I’ll send the invoice to you shortly, and you can simply send it to our accounting department.” Without another word, Aubrey walked directly over, squeezing between Damon and Skylar, Her elbow connected forcefully with Damon’s side “Excuse me,” she muttered, not looking at him.

Damon stumbled back a step, his brows furrowing slightly as he stared at her, a hint of confusion in his dark eyes.

“Aubrey, what is your problem?” Skylar snapped, her voice tight with fury.

Aubrey ignored her, slipping on her shoes and walking straight out the door.

But she couldn’t just let it go. Aubrey turned back, a cutting smile playing on her lips. “Ms. Evans,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, “Chateau Taylor’s Bistro’s isn’t exactly authentic. They don’t stew it long enough. Next time, you might want to try the Artisan Por on Westside Avenue. That place is far more genuine.”

Skylar’s face instantly drained of color, her hands clenching into tight fists. She gritted her teeth, glating daggers at Aubrey “You”

Damon’s dark eyes narrowed, a subtle, almost imperceptible curve tugging at the corner of his lips

Before Skylar could truly explode, Aubrey spun on her heel and strode purposefully out the door.

Seeing Skylar’s face twisted in such a hideous snarl of anger finally brought a measure of satisfaction, easing the tight knot in Aubrey’s chest.

She took the elevator downstairs, only to find a heavy downpour had started outside

While it had been sweltering on her way here, the sky had been crystal clear

No going back now?

Aubrey rummaged through her bag No umbrella

She tilted her head back, looking up.

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The sky was a suffocating, ominous gray, as if the entire heavy blanket of storm clouds was about to collapse. A fierce wind ripped through the complex, making the tree branches crack and snap.

Her phone chimed with a notification.

She pulled it out and looked.

Only then did she realize that since that morning, her weather app had been pushing multiple hurricane warnings to her phone.

She hadn’t even noticed!

Crestview City was close to the coast, so hurricanes were a regular occurrence.

If she didn’t leave now, she’d be even more trapped once the eye of the storm hit.

Her briefcase was waterproof; she’d just have to get soaked.

Aubrey gritted her teeth, shoved her phone into her briefcase, and clutching it to her chest, she burst outside.

But she had underestimated the force of the downpour and the hurricane.

The moment she cleared the building’s shelter, the wind immediately ripped into her, stealing her balance. Powerful gusts felt like invisible hands, pushing her off a straight line, forcing her to stagger sideways.

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Torrential rain lashed against her, chilling her to the bone and stinging her skin. She was drenched instantly, her eyes blurred, unable to make out the path ahead.

Her slender frame offered little resistance; her legs struggled to find purchase. She stumbled forward a few steps before a particularly violent gust hurled her into the wet grass.

The sheer volume of rain left her shivering uncontrollably. She struggled to her feet, barely found her footing and took a couple of steps, before the wind knocked her flat again.

She clung to the tree branch with one hand, clutching her briefcase to her chest with the other.

Just as she braced herself to stand,

Suddenly, a large hand wrapped around her waist.

She was effortlessly lifted, her back pressed firmly against a warm, solid chest–the unmistakable embrace of a man.

He held her tightly by the waist from behind.

Her feet dangled in the air, and she felt like a limp rag doll as he carried her toward the building.

Each of his steps was steady and powerful. He must have been incredibly strong and tall, for the wind barely seemed to faze him.

Once they were safely back inside the lobby of the first floor, Aubrey felt life rush back into her.

He set her down gently. She gasped, trembling from the cold, one hand clutching her briefcase while the other wiped rain from her eyes and cheeks. But even through her shivers, she didn’t forget her gratitude.

Thank you,” she managed, her voice shaky.“I nearly got swept away by the hurricane. Thank you, truly.”

“You’re so thin, do you even eat?”

The man’s familiar voice was low and chilling, laced with a hint of anger.

Aubrey froze, her heart clenching, and she snapped her head up to meet his gaze.

That voice. That impossibly handsome face

Damon?

She froze, for a moment, completely forgetting how to react.

Damon was soaked to the bone, water dripping from his short hair onto his already wet theeks.

He raised a hand and wiped his face, then ran his fingers through his short hair, sweeping away the water droplets. He frowned, looking at Aubrey’s stunned expression, his tone growing sharper.“It’s a hurricane out there. What were you thinking, running out there?”

Aubrey snapped out of her daze, her voice soft and weak.“The hurricane is supposed to make landfall here in an hour. If I don’t leave now, I won’t be

able to leave at all.”

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Damon turned his head to look outside. “The winds right now are strong enough to knock you off

“Could you… give me a ride home?” Aubrey asked boldly.

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your feet.”

Damon frowned.“And then what?”

“Huh?”

What do you mean, and then?” Aubrey asked, confused.

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