The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 63

Damien’s POV

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The penthouse greeted him with silence-not comforting, but pressing-thick and heavy, like the calm before a storm.

He stood just inside the door, the day’s weight trailing behind him like smoke.

The city glittered beyond the glass, but he didn’t look. His eyes settled on the untouched glass of whiskey.

Because all he could think about was her.

The way her voice trembled when she said his name.

Not Mr. Blackwood.

Just Damien.

A breath. A plea. A promise.

And fuck, it undid him.

He unbuttoned his cuffs as he walked toward the wide glass windows, the penthouse swallowing him whole. The tie came next-undone with one sharp tug. His body was tight, coiled, restless.

She had no idea what she did to him. No clue.

That’s what made it worse.

She wasn’t trying to seduce. It was innocence-raw, unpolished-and poison in his veins. Maya wasn’t just a fantasy. She was an addiction.

A slow-burning drug that made him crave without knowing why-only that he had to. Again and again.

He’d never wanted someone this way. Not with this… need. This sickness. This ache in his hands, his spine, his c**k.

The worst part? She wasn’t even there. She wasn’t touching him. She wasn’t whispering

anything into his ear.

She just… was.

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And that was enough.

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He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the window frame as the city swirled beneath him.

Ashcroft had once told him-laughing over dark liquor and darker deals-that he’d eventually meet someone who’d fuck with his head.

“Won’t even have to touch you,” Ashcroft had said. “She’ll just walk into a room and your whole goddamn life will shift.”

At the time, Damien had scoffed.

Now?

He couldn’t get hard for anyone else.

Not even when Ashcroft called in a favor-two high-end escorts, stunning, flawless. Meant to “relieve stress,” he said.

But instead of lust, all he felt was disgust.

His c**k stayed limp. Dead. Bored.

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