The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 391

Chapter 175: Control Is Overrated-3

The door shut softly behind him.

For a brief moment, the room fell into an awkward, unsettled silence-the kind that lingered too long, stretching thin.

Damien’s jaw tightened.

Ashcroft’s words echoed in the space he’d left behind.

If she’ll talk to you.

The thought lodged in his chest-sharp, unwelcome.

Then he spoke.

“Get the vehicle ready,” he said, voice low and controlled, the command cutting cleanly through the quiet. “We’re leaving. Now.”

James inclined his head, expression calm and precise. “Yes, sir.” He turned on his heel, moving with quiet efficiency toward the door.

Damien remained alone in his office. The sudden quiet felt heavier now, the absence of movement outside the door amplifying every thought, every pulse of tension in his chest. Relief surged first-finally, an update. They were heading home.

But alongside it came a tangle of other emotions: worry, sharp and persistent, for their safety; curiosity, gnawing at how their day had gone; and above all, apprehension for the conversation he knew awaited him with Maya.

His fist clenched, jaw tightening. He moved to the window and stared out, the city stretching endlessly below him. From here, atop the tallest building in the skyline, he looked powerful, untouchable-a figure of command, control, and stature.

But beneath the polished stillness, something else stirred.

A nervous energy coiled tight in his chest, unfamiliar and unwelcome. A quiet recognition that control-his most trusted weapon-did not extend to every arena. That despite the world bending to his will, despite the reach of his name and the weight of his power, there were still moments-people-that could unseat him entirely.

And this-Maya’s quiet confidence, was one of them.

The city lights flickered beyond the glass like distant stars, indifferent to the shift inside him.

Chapter 175 Control is Overrated-3

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Damien stared out over the skyline, towering above it all, and felt his chest tighten with anticipation he couldn’t suppress.

So this is what it is.

Love-if that was what this was-wasn’t just heat and hunger, possession and protection. It wasn’t only the satisfaction of having, of claiming. It was this loss of footing. This reliance on another person’s next step. This waiting.

He had made enemies without hesitation, crushed opposition without a second thought. He knew his power. He wielded it effortlessly. Anyone who challenged him learned quickly what

it cost.

But with Maya-

There was no leverage. No dominance. No force he could apply without risking the very thing he wanted to protect.

His reactions weren’t born of distrust. They came from something far more dangerous: the idea of sharing what he’d already claimed in his heart-her time, her attention, her affection. He wanted it all. For himself. Selfish, possessive-he didn’t deny it.

But this was different.

He would destroy anyone who tried to take her from him.

Yet now, the threat wasn’t external.

It was the possibility that he might be the one to push her away.

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