Hera was blushing like a rose as she slipped on her dress that morning. Thinking back to last night and how she had slept in Daman's arms on the couch had her feeling things that she shouldn't. They had both cuddled tightly together right into the morning when the sun had hit them through the massive windows. While he was still asleep, Hera slyly moved from his embrace quite bashful at their position.

It was the overwhelming sense of security she had felt when she was bound in his arms. Honestly, it was one of the best sleeps of her life. Daman was creeping into her heart and that got her terrified. She hardly knew the man that deeply, but she didn't need to know more to acknowledge that he was different. He meshed with her well, more so than anyone had.

The same could be said for the duke as he distractedly walked into his room thinking about Hera. He had woken up in a frenzy, remembering holding Hera in his arms. He woke up as soon as the shower in Hera's room turned off and he took it that as his queue to get ready. He had an extensively planned day for them. A lot had to be done.

Hera sat at her vanity applying curl pudding to her freshly washed hair. She had taken extra care to do her makeup that morning, ensuring that it did her well and enhanced her features.

Just as she was about to chuck what she needed into her handbag, she noticed the files that Adam had asked her to hand to Daman the day before. She had completely forgot about it.

"Crap," she cursed at herself. It was the deeds for Daman's newly acquired work floors that Adam had kindly drafted for his friend. Instead of renting, he had made the decision to buy the 5 floors seeing that this was going to be a long-term arrangement with Hera.

Rushing out her bedroom, Hera gently knocked on Daman's door before she entered. She figured that he was in the shower so she decided to leave the folder on his bed next to his clothes so he can deal with it as soon as possible since her carelessness already set a delay.

However, just as Hera turned to exit, she could not help but notice that the bathroom door was ajar directing her eyes to a very explicit view of the duke in the shower. Hera's eyes widened watching Daman with his head rolled back and his left hand pressed up against the wall while his right hand was stroking his well-endowed member.

Was this a dream? She was transfixed at the size of him. He was so perfect.

Hera stood deadly still unable to take her eyes of the sight in front of her. It was so sensual watching the duke go back and forth in a steady rhythm. The shower was at a low speed leaving the silence to be infiltrated by Daman's breathy moans.

"Ah fuck," Daman growled out as he was reaching his peak. His eyes were closed therefore he was totally in his imagination playing with the images of Hera sprawled out naked on his bed, ready to be devoured by him, ready to be bouncing on him, ready to be filled with him.

Hera could feel the fluttering feeling erupt from in between her legs and a gush og wetness came out of nowhere. Her breathing hitched as her eyes solely focused on Daman. She just could not tear her eyes away.

"Yes, just like that Hera. Just like my qiTa...fuck!"

Hera gulped watching Daman climax hard and fast. Daman's stroking began to get erratic and he ground his teeth together keeping in the moans of screaming Hera's name louder then he already did. Hera watched as the duke shot out his seed, landing it on the shower walls and all over his hand.

The white sticky substance was proof that what she just saw and heard was actually real. The duke, Daman was thinking of her while touching himself.

Daman had taken a few seconds to gather himself from that earth-shattering release and only then did he slightly turn to see the woman who he craved to pleasure.

It was as if time had stopped for the both of them as they stared at each other. It was a combination of guilt, shame and embarrassment, yet at the same time both of them felt the strong presence of unfiltered carnal desire along with a hint of the unknown feeling that they experienced on a daily basis.

Daman made no move to hide his nudity because he was so taken aback with the look on Hera's face.

He internally cheered as he made out her expression. It was lust and he was so glad to know that she desired him just as much as he did her.

However, it was cut short when Hera bolted out the room slamming the door behind her. She cursed herself for not walking away sooner because now she was left unnerved. This was purely an arrangement for other gains. Sexual relations and bonds were not to be formed.

After a while of getting passed what had occurred, Daman appeared in front of Hera clad in jeans and a tee. Casual attire for their day out with a purpose.

Clearing his throat, he faced Hera with a calm approach as she sat by the kitchen counter in her aloofness.

"Shall we go now?" he asked and checked the time on his Rolex watch.

Hera meekly nodded and grabbed her handbag that was slung over the bar stool. She deposited her coffee cup into the sink and Daman took that moment to grab her hand and lace it with his as they walked out to the lift.

Internally, he was shaking like a leaf considering the shower event but he'd decided to use it to his full advantage. Hera now knew that he harboured some sort of feeling for her, well definitely in the sexual department so now at least he had a little more freedom to express himself.

"We have to be somewhere at 12pm so that leaves us with about 2 hours to kill. Would you like to head on out for a late breakfast first?"

The duo had taken a seat in the back seat of Daman's BMW. He opted to let Johan do the driving today. Hera nodded and looked out the window as the car reversed. Daman noted that she was beginning to close off a little and he didn't want this.

Making sure that Johan had his earphones on after informing him to drive them to the new Turkish restaurant, the Duke abruptly pulled Hera closer to him as he latched onto her arm. "Don't get weird with me now. Please," he urged.

Hera's face was set in a frown. He had some nerve asking her that. "Look Daman, I apologize if I've been a bit too forward with you during our encounters but I'm not some cheap thrill that you pick up in a foreign country and-"

"I've never implied that you are a cheap thrill, Hera." Daman cut her off before she could finish that ridiculous sentence. Granted that what she had seen in the shower was suffice to have her head spiraling in circles but Hera was not a mere pick-up girl.

Hera's eyebrows raised at an angle as if to say 'really'. Calling out her name so shamelessly in the shower like that proved to be otherwise.

Daman huffed out a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Beating around the bush never goes well hence he decided to be candid with her.

"Right. I get that what you saw in the shower was rather unsettling but let's not deny the look that you had on your face as well. And the fact that you stood to watch the show and not leave speaks volumes."

Hera emitted a dirty glare towards the Duke who seemed so entitled at that moment. "So you're saying that it's my fault?"

Daman was so engrossed in the way her dark brown eyes protruded with a fire blazing inside. She really was a hellcat at times.

"Don't put words in my mouth, my darling. All I'm saying is that I find you so gorgeous. The most gorgeous woman I have ever seen and I was quite pleased to find out that you feel the same way about me."

Hera was at a loss for words and it didn't help when Daman lightly pressed his lips onto her cheek. He gave her a sweet little kiss that had her insides turning into mush.

With that, the car came to stop and Daman didn't wait for Hera's response. Instead, he got out the car and proceeding to help her out as they made their way to the terrace café for a light meal.

"So how about you stop sulking about what happened and we enjoy our day together?"