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Section 1: Romantic Interlude

Chapter 154

Clara:

I sighed contentedly as Damon caressed my face, resting in his lap. We were sitting outside in the garden, gazing at the stars. I cherished quiet moments like these; it felt like a lifetime since I'd shared such intimacy with Damon.

"My body aches," I said dramatically. "I'm not sure I can walk back to the room."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, my love, I'll carry you. Do you want a massage, too?"

"Yes, and a few kisses," I replied, and he grinned.

"I can manage one of those now," he murmured, leaning down to kiss my face. He giggled.

"I've missed you," he murmured against my lips. I sighed and sat up.

"It will all be over soon," I assured him, taking his hand. I couldn't blame him; he was doing everything to protect me, our children, and everyone else. That's why I had to help.

"We haven't discussed names for our children," he said, caressing my stomach.

"I haven't thought about it, with everything going on," I replied honestly. He nodded. "We can talk about it now," he said softly. I smiled.

"Do you have any names in mind?" I asked. He nodded.

"If they're boys, I was thinking strong names: Hayden and Hunter? Rowan and Ryder? Ace and Archer? They all sound good."

I nodded. They did.

"What about twin girls?" he asked.

"I've always liked Heaven, so Heaven and Nevaeh. What do you think?"

He smiled. "Those are beautiful names. With those names and a face like yours, I'll have a lot of boys to kill," he joked.

I gasped. "Damon!"

He chuckled. "I'm kidding! They won't be dating for a very long time." I rolled my eyes.

"We'll see about that. What if it's a boy and a girl? I still want Heaven."

He nodded. "Hayden and Heaven? You like that?"

I nodded, smiling. "It's perfect. I can't wait for this to be over so we can meet our babies. I hope none of them inherit your narcissistic attitude."

He scoffed. "You fell in love with my narcissistic attitude."

"True." We laughed and talked until it got cold. Damon carried me back to the room and placed me on the bed.

Section 2: The Key and the Deception

I thought he was leaving, but he climbed on top of me. I shrieked as he kissed me.

"Don't you want that massage anymore?" he asked, biting my ear. I felt myself getting aroused.

"Is that what you want to do right now?" I asked softly. He pulled back slightly, and I gasped at the look in his eyes.

"Yes, but not your back," he replied, his hand trailing down to my genitals. I moaned as he touched my clitoris.

"Damon," I moaned. He groaned. "Fuck, I've missed that sound. Fuck, I've missed being inside you. Oh, you're so sexy, baby, and so wet," he moaned. My whole body trembled with ecstasy.

I needed to focus on the plan. I needed that key.

"Can we talk first? I might fall asleep, and you might not be here when I wake up," I said, summoning all my willpower. He nodded, pulling away slightly.

"What is it? Do you need something?"

I bit my lip to stifle a moan. He was trying not to bury himself in me.

"I've started a new hobby—painting—and I need a quiet place," I said. My words caught him off guard.

"Paint? I've never seen you paint." He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Well, you've been neglecting me…" I used emotional blackmail, and it worked.

"Oh… you can pick one of these rooms…"

"No, the maids always clean. I don't want distractions."

He frowned. "I can tell them…"

"They might forget. And if the hallway's noisy, the outside will be, too. I need a noise-proofed place, somewhere no one would enter." I stared intently into his eyes.

"What about my office? It's…"

"Yes! I mean, yes, that's good. You can leave the key tonight; I'll go tomorrow." I tried not to sound suspicious.

He stared at me, then chuckled. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted to do something in my office." I nervously laughed.

"What could I possibly do in your office?"

He chuckled. "Okay, you can use my office. Now, let's get down to business." He was about to kiss my neck when I stopped him.

"Wait, the key?" I asked. He sighed.

"There's no key. It has a password, little devil—which is you. Now stop talking and let me ravish you." He bit my nose and kissed my neck.

I screamed that night. Every time we made love, Damon took me to new heights. My legs were shaking when he finished.

I tried not to fall asleep, resting my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Are you awake?" I asked after a while, glancing up. Seeing he was asleep, I carefully detached myself, ensuring he remained asleep before hurrying out of the room.

I had to find that number before Damon realized what I was doing.

I tiptoed to the office, entered the password, and almost screamed when it worked. After checking for anyone, I entered.

"Where the heck is this number?" I muttered, searching the drawers. The office was a mess.

"What exactly are you looking for, Clara?"

Damon's voice froze me. "Turn around," he ordered. I bit my lip and turned, meeting his angry eyes.

"I… I thought you were asleep," I whispered. He scoffed.

"Just because I'm a fool for you doesn't make me stupid, Clara. 'Painting'? You should have come up with a better lie, my love." I nervously laughed.

"I wasn't lying. I just…"

"I'll ask again: what are you doing here? And this time, don't lie. As much as I can't hurt you, I can hurt others to get the truth. Start talking."

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