The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 193

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Chapter 93: Breakfast of Bad Intentions-2

Maya felt it first-a prickling at the back of her neck. Her gaze flicked to the corner by the window, where Ethan sat silently, posture rigid, eyes burning holes into her. Those eyes-dark, cold, and burning with something deeper-seemed to pierce right through her.

There was no warmth. Only shadowed intent.

A chill ran down her spine as his stare pressed like a silent threat.

Damien caught her glance and went rigid beside her, jaw tightening as his eyes fixed on

Ethan.

And just like that, the serene island morning shattered, leaving the air charged and uneasy.

Damien stepped silently in front of Maya, positioning himself between her and Ethan’s burning gaze. He stood tall, a solid barrier, his presence daring anyone to cross the line.

Leaning down just enough, his breath warmed her ear as he murmured, “Don’t let him bother you.”

Then, soft and protective, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Maya’s heart fluttered, steadying beneath his touch, and she nodded, drawing strength from

him.

Together, they moved toward the table where Harper and Ashcroft waited. The four of them sat close, a tight-knit unit amid the watchful eyes of the others. Damien and Maya settled side by side, backs deliberately turned to Ethan, while Harper and Ashcroft took the seats across, both facing him head-on.

A few tables away, Ethan sat stiffly, his rehearsed smile was gone. His eyes locked onto Maya like a predator stalking prey-hard, intense, and unblinking.

Harper’s voice dropped, sharp with unease.

“Miller is giving me serious creeps. He’s still staring at you like you owe him a fortune. If his gaze could burn, there’d already be a huge hole in your back.”

Ashcroft’s jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as he studied Ethan’s rigid stance.

“His presence here raises a lot of red flags.”

Harper shrugged, trying to mask her concern with casual pragmatism.

“Glad today’s the last day of shooting. I heard he’s leaving the island tonight-early

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commitment tomorrow. Trina wants us to wrap up as soon as possible. His manager pushed for it, apparently.”

They skipped the buffet this morning. Instead, fresh dishes were brought to their table- elegantly plated, the quiet service matching the heavy atmosphere pressing down on them.

A sudden movement caught their eyes-Ethan rising from his seat. His deliberate pace and unblinking stare sent a shiver down Maya’s spine.

Harper’s voice dropped to a low, urgent whisper, tinged with dry humor.

“Oh shit… he’s coming this way. Brace yourself.”

She flipped open her phone with an exaggerated sigh, pretending to scroll through messages while sneakily shooting side glances at Ethan. Then she nibbled on her food like it was the most fascinating thing in the world-completely ignoring the tension building around them.

Damien placed a firm hand on Maya’s shoulder and pulled her closer to him, a quiet, protective gesture.

Ethan stopped just in front of the table, a calculating smirk curling his lips.

“Morning, Maya. Still as lovely as ever.”

Unease rippled through Maya, but she kept her voice steady.

“Morning, Mr. Miller.”

Damien’s eyes narrowed, his body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

Ethan’s gaze shifted to Damien, a mocking edge creeping into his tone.

“What’s with the formality? Not used to that. Let’s drop it, okay? We’re not strangers.”

Ashcroft cut in smoothly, voice cool and measured.

“Quite the bodyguard you’ve got there. Must be nice.”

Damien’s eyes darkened, his voice low and dangerously calm.

“Careful, Miller. That might be the last words you ever say.”

Ethan chuckled, unfazed, his smirk widening as he sneered,

“Oh, and of course-the great Damien Blackwood. For a moment there, I thought you’d just

let your best friend do all the talking.”

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Damien pushed his seat back, rising instantly with a flash of controlled fury, but Maya’s hand caught his wrist gently, her eyes steady as she silently urged him to sit.

A cold, distant darkness flickered in Maya’s eyes-an unfamiliar shadow, sharp and resolute, that no one had ever dared to witness before. Her gaze locked with Ethan’s-steady, unyielding, a silent warning smoldering beneath the surface.

The moment their eyes met, Ethan swallowed hard, the weight of her silent warning pressing down on him like a blade. He instinctively took a small step back, unsettled and wary.

Maya stood, the shift commanding the room. Her voice rang out, sharp and unflinching.

“What do you want from me, Ethan?!”

Her words snapped through the room, drawing immediate attention. Conversations halted and all eyes turned toward them.

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