The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 13: Unexpected Encounter-1

Damien’s POV

Morning came like a curse.

No dreams. No rest. Just an ever-growing heaviness behind his eyes as the city began to stir

outside the penthouse windows.

Damien didn’t bother to sleep. He couldn’t.

Sex didn’t help. Neither did the shower.

And jerking off to the fantasy of Maya-sweat-slick, trembling, whispering his name-had only

made it worse.

When he stepped out of the shower, still burning with restless energy, he went straight to the bar in his suite. Poured himself a glass of scotch, hoping to drown the unwanted desire in fire and alcohol. He dropped onto the leather couch, towel slung low on his hips, and leaned back.

But his mind betrayed him.

Her again.

Maya, invading the silence. The shape of her mouth. The way she avoided his gaze, like she knew she shouldn’t draw his attention. The way she did anyway.

And his body betrayed him, too.

He did it again.

And again.

Three times in one goddamn night. Like some depraved, hormone-fueled teenager.

By 4:30 AM, he gave up on sleep altogether.

He hated mornings like this. Head pounding. Skin hot. Even ice water and another pour of scotch did nothing to cool the fire in his blood. He yanked the towel tighter around his waist, collapsed onto the edge of the bed, and sat there, breathing like he’d just run ten miles.

His body wanted something it had no right to crave.

Her.

It was pathetic. He didn’t give a damn about interns. Certainly not about romance. He’d carved that part of his life out years ago-cut it clean. If he needed release, he found someone willing,

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fucked, and moved on. No strings. No emotion. Women were poison. Commitment, a death

sentence.

That was the rule.

Until her.

And now? She was stuck in his head like a goddamn virus.

“Pathetic,” Damien muttered, scrubbing a hand down his face.

Now he was awake, overstimulated, and violently unsatisfied. His body felt like it had been dragged through fire, and his mind? That was worse. Buzzing. Humming with a noise he couldn’t

mute.

He poured black coffee with one hand and checked his sss with the other, scanning briefs and updates he didn’t care about. Everything felt dull. Distant.

Pointless.

He should have been focused on the groundbreaking ceremony scheduled for later that morning.

It was for a new tech campus-Blackwood East, a billion-dollar expansion that would house emerging Al research, luxury co-living towers, and state-of-the-art corporate suites.

Investors would be there. Photographers. Board members.

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