The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 176

Chapter 86: Her Tears Brought Me

to My Knees-2

Chapter 86: Her Tears Brought Me to My Knees-2

For a moment, I wasn’t sure if she was real.

I’d had so little sleep-too many goddamn dreams where she came back, only to disappear the second I reached for her.

So I said her name. Quietly. Needing to be sure.

And then she smiled-small, nervous, impossibly real.

“Hi,” she said.

That voice. Soft. Familiar. Unmistakable.

God. She was real. She was here.

The table behind her was set-candlelight, wine, dishes still steaming. Thoughtful. Intimate.

And suddenly I couldn’t breathe properly.

Did she do all this for me?

The silence between us wasn’t empty-it vibrated with everything unsaid. Every word we’d both held back since last night.

I let my eyes roam over her slowly.

The way the delicate ribbon straps hugged her shoulders… the soft curve of her collarbone exposed beneath the gentle neckline of that white dress. She’d dressed up-for me.

God, she’s beautiful.

No designer label, no heavy makeup, no cloying perfume. Just her. Just Maya.

Her simplicity. That softness. The quiet kind of innocence that strips a man bare and leaves him fucking wrecked.

I’m done for.

I want to lift her into my arms, carry her to my bed, peel that dress off with my mouth. Take my time devouring her-marking every inch until she’s mine in every way.

Mine. For me. Only me.

Fuck.

Chapter 86: Her Tears Brought Me to My Knees-2

This is not the time.

Focus, Damien.

I forced myself to take a slow step forward, voice low, careful-like I was afraid one wrong move might shatter the moment.

“What… are you-” My throat tightened. “What is this?”

Her fingers tightened on the strap of her purse, but she met my gaze squarely, even if her voice wavered.

“Dinner,” she said softly. “Just us.”

Something in my chest clenched-an ache I wasn’t prepared for.

“I asked James to help,” she hurried on, as if expecting anger. “I told him to keep it quiet. Please… don’t blame him.”

I didn’t look at her then. I couldn’t.

Instead, I stared at the table-two plates, still steaming, candles flickering gently.

The kind of intimate moment I planned for her last night.

Only this time-she gave it to me.

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