The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 78: Do Not Disturb-1

By the time Damien and Maya arrived at the Garden Pavilion, the shoot was already in full swing. Bright flashes of the camera strobed against the soft blush of tropical florals, models in flowing linen swayed to the beat of the wind, and the production crew buzzed around with crisp efficiency.

They walked in hand-in-hand, the subtle intimacy of their joined fingers speaking volumes.

Ethan Miller saw it instantly.

His gaze locked on their intertwined hands with a sharpness that didn’t go unnoticed-not by the lighting assistant, nor the makeup artist dabbing powder across his cheek. A flicker passed through his eyes-dark, tense. He didn’t even respond when the photographer called his name, not until his manager leaned in and murmured something in his ear.

“Ethan,” his manager hissed under her breath as she strode up beside him and leaned in to whisper urgently.

That snapped him out of it.

Just like that, the mask was back on-his perfectly practiced, polished Hollywood charm sliding neatly into place. Smile ready, shoulders squared, Ethan turned back to the camera like he hadn’t just been caught staring daggers.

Damien remained on the sidelines throughout the shoot, quiet and composed, a commanding presence even while seated. He watched the monitor with casual interest, occasionally murmuring something to Trina about the campaign layout or production flow. But every so often, his gaze would drift.

To her.

To Maya-his woman.

Anytime Ethan drifted a little too close or lingered too long, Damien’s jaw tightened imperceptibly. He wasn’t the type to make a scene, but his presence alone was enough to draw invisible boundaries.

And Ethan noticed.

By late noon, instead of heading back to the resort, Trina had arranged snacks and drinks to be brought to the nearby gazebo so the team could rest. The air was warm and salt-kissed, the sea humming gently just beyond the palm trees.

Maya took a seat beside Damien on one of the lounge benches, their shoulders brushing.

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“You’ve been here all afternoon,” she said, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten bored.”

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He leaned slightly toward her, voice low and amused. “Not possible. Watching you work is… highly entertaining.”

Her lips curved into a smile, but she rolled her eyes. “You mean everyone turning into saints just because the boss decided to grace us with his presence?”

“That too,” he said without apology. “But I trust my team to do what’s right-with or without me watching.”

Then he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper meant for her alone-low, heated, laced with quiet disdain.

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