Sahara is in the bathroom about to take off her makeup. She puts her hair up in a bun and leans against the sink counter to get close to the mirror.

All she could think about is how magical the night felt. It felt too good to be real. When she first married Damian, she thought that was the end for her life but he has given new meaning to her life. She can truly say she's happy.

She wipes off the last bit of makeup from her face and rinses her face with water. She leans against the counter to get close enough tot he mirror to examine if she has anything left on her face. She suddenly feels pressure against her back. She knows it's Damian. She could feel his hard crotch against her behind.

He leans toward her ears and he wraps his arms from around her back. He whispers in a deep tone, "I could take you from the back. I bet your ass is as juicy as it looks." He grabs her rear, making Sahara jump.

Sahara feels goosebumps go down her back but quickly turns around. She pushes him against the wall as she traces his tattoos with her fingers on his bare chest.

"Ou, someone's getting feisty. You're so bloody sexy." Damian smirks down at her.

Sahara's hand grabs at belt of his pants as if she was about to take it off. Damian's breathing has increased from the intensity of the moment. Then, Sahara flashes him the most innocent smile, "Goodnight, Mr. Vasiliev." And walks away.

Damian's expression looks shocked, "You little– you are such a fucking tease. Come back here."

He chases her around the room as Sahara screams, running in the opposite direction. He chases her until he finally catches her and tackles her body onto the bed.

His body hovering over hers, trapping her underneath him, "You can't run from me, you can't tease me like that and run away." His tatted up body, a little sweaty from the chase, making him glisten when the light hits.

She grabs him and pulls him down beside her, "Can I just hold you tonight?" She doesn't look him in the eye.

Sahara's sudden innocent comment throws Damian off guard. "Yes, of course. Is everything okay?"

"I don't know, I just– this is going to sound so stupid but I'm getting this bad feeling. Like something bad wil– never mind." Sahara didn't want to say it but she had a gut wrenching feeling. Something inside of her keeps telling her there's something bad coming, a big storm, and she feels as if it might happen. But then again, she thinks how crazy how all of this sounds. It can't be anything, right?

Damian doesn't say anything. He holds her against his warm body as she loosened up and eventually falls asleep.

• • •

Damian's phone vibrates, he checks to see who it is. The text reads: "are we meeting tonight? 👅"

He looks at the Sahara who is blissfully sleeping with a slight smile on her face. He looks back at the text.

He looks at the time, 3:30AM, he replies: "not tonight. I'm busy."

The person replies back, "you're not with her, are you? You do plan on leaving her after everything is complete?"

Damian could feel his head pounding, this is wrong, this is so fucking wrong. He replies: "don't worry."

The person replies: "I better fucking hope you aren't falling for that bitch. I am the one you want, and you know it."

The person sends another text: "she can't give it to you the way I do, remember that. By the way, I'm dropping by your office today."

Damian shuts off his phone. And lays back down beside Sahara. Who was he deceiving this whole time? Sahara or himself?

• • •

He is awakened by Sahara who places a kiss on his cheek, "You're going to get late for work. I've placed your breakfast beside you so don't waste time!"

Damian pulls Sahara, making her fall right on top of him, "I could get used to this." He smirks.

Sahara begins blushing, "Damian! Not now! You're getting late." She gets up and hands Damian the glass of orange juice. "Also, I'm coming to the office today."

Damian starts choking on his orange juice, "W-wait, why?"

"What do you mean 'why'? I didn't go to school for 14 years and then get a degree only to stay at home. Plus, Mr. Petrov and Anastasia asked me to come in because they need me to do something, not sure what."

"Oh. That's why you're changed into more office-like clothing." Damian says. "You look good in them, but I'd rather see them off." Hoping to seduce Sahara.

Sahara's cheeks heat up, ugh, why does he always have this effect on me? She brushes off his attempts to get her into bed, "Be ready in 15 minutes! Or else we'll be late."

Damian begins to feel jittery. She's supposed to come to the office today. What if they cross paths? No, there's no way I'm letting that happen.

• • •

The whole ride to the office, Damian was anxious. Sahara asked him if he's okay but he brushed it off as nerves for the business presentation he has today.

They arrive at the office and someone opens their car door for them. The moment Sahara walks out, she sees a group of people ready to greet her at the door. "Um, what's happening?"

"They're here to greet you inside." Damian says.

"Why?"

"Because you're Mrs. Vasiliev."

"Oh."

Damian let's out his arm for Sahara put her arm around as they walk in together.

"Mrs. Vasiliev, welcome! Please let any of us know if you are in need of any assistance throughout your time here. Any of us would be happy to be at your aid." Says one of the men.

Sahara nods, "Thank you. I'll be sure to let you know." She turns to Damian and quietly whispers, "Can we walk faster? I'm getting kind of uncomfortable with all these people watching." And then to Sahara's surprise, the moment Damian turns to look at the group of people, they all disperse to their work areas. It's as if he mentally asked them. "Alright, then." Sahara giggles.

• • •

"Sahara! Haven't seen you since that encounter at Damian's!" Viktor says in a playful tone.

Sahara gives him a look. Damian looks between the two confused, "What encounter?"

Both Viktor and Sahara say, "Nothing." simultaneously.

"What did you do with my wife?" Damian asks in her stern voice.

"It's not what he did to me, it's how he's bothering Ria." Sahara says.

"Hey! That was our secret." Viktor says.

"Yeah, I think Damian was ready to stab you." Sahara says.

"Yes, you're right." Viktor agrees.

Damian sits down at his desk, "Sahara, Anastasia just paged you for the work she brought you here for. Could you please meet her at her office?"

She nods, "Yes, of course."

"Okay, but then I need you to help me with that marketing plan agreement. I'm confused as shit." Viktor says, scratching his head in actual pure confusion.

Sahara giggles, "Yes, I'll come back right after Ana's work is done."

Sahara was about to leave the room when Damian stops her, "Sahara, wait."

She turns around and walks right into Damian who was already right behind her. She didn't even hear him up walk across the room. Damn, he's swift.

"Yes?"

He leans in and gives her a soft kiss on the lips. He traces his fingers across her cheeks, "I'll see you soon?"

"Yes, yes you will."

"Okay! I get it! You two are in looooveeee. I do not like third wheeling. Get a room, would you two!" Viktor yells from the back getting frustrated watching Sahara and Damian act all lovey-dovey.

"This is my room, Viktor." Damian puts an emphasis on 'my'.

"Yeah, whatever! Let your lonely, single best friend die in this corner, watching you two get all smoochy-smoochy." Viktor says jokingly.

Sahara starts laughing as Damian rolls his eyes. She places a kiss on Damian's cheek and walks out.

"Jesus, mate! You two need to tone it down in front of me. You could devour her anywhere and everywhere, if it were possible." Viktor teases, "haven't seen you this worked up over a girl since– uh, never mind."

Damian sits back at his desk, tense. "She's coming today."

Viktor was playing with the pens on Damian's desk, "Who?" And then after a good 15 seconds, it hits him. Viktor's smile drops, "Where? Here? You're fucking joking, right?"

Damian doesn't reply.

"Bloody Hell, mate! Whatchu mean? Wait– I didn't see wrong. That was her in the lobby. You dumbass, she's already here."

Before Damian could react, the door opens.

"Hello, boys. Missed me?"

• • •

"Hello, I'm Sahara Ak– I mean Sahara Vasiliev. It's nice to to meet you."

"Oh, you're the girl... hm... didn't expect him to choose a terrori– I mean a scarf-wearing girl."

Sahara is flabbergasted at how rude this woman is. But Sahara has morals and reputations to uphold, there is no way she can lose her temper.

"Well, then, hi, I'm Damian's girlfriend."

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A/N: dun dun duuuuuunnnn! Are y'all shook? 😧😧😧 Who's this woman? 👀

Sorry if this chapter was shorter than my usual chapter lengths, I was caught up with this thing called education. 😂😅

I know, I know, I keep doing this, pls don't kill me). 😊

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