The soft morning light slipped through the curtains, brushing gently over Amara's face. She stirred slowly, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Damian still asleep beside her. His arm was draped protectively over her waist, pulling her close like he never wanted to let go.
A small smile touched her lips as she studied him quietly. His usually sharp features looked softer in sleep, his lashes resting against his skin, his breathing steady. For the first time, she realized just how peaceful he looked when he wasn't buried in meetings or decisions.
Not wanting to wake him, Amara shifted a little, but Damian's hold tightened, his voice low and husky from sleep.
"Where are you going?" he murmured, his eyes barely open.
Amara chuckled softly. "I wasn't going anywhere. Just... watching you sleep."
Damian opened his eyes fully now, his deep gaze meeting hers. "Then keep watching. I like waking up to your eyes on me."
Her cheeks warmed at his words, and she buried her face against his chest to hide her shy smile. He laughed softly, brushing his fingers through her hair.
"You're mine, Amara. Every morning, every night. Don't ever forget that."
"I won't," she whispered, her heart beating fast.
They lay like that for a while, wrapped in each other's warmth. Finally, Damian kissed the top of her head and said, "Come on, let's get ready. I want us to have breakfast together before work."
Amara nodded, feeling a mix of comfort and excitement. This wasn't just another morning-it was the start of something new between them.
Amara slipped out of bed to freshen up, and by the time she came downstairs, the soft aroma of coffee and warm toast filled the air. To her surprise, Damian was already in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, setting plates on the counter.
She leaned on the doorway, smiling at the sight. "Mr. Knight, making breakfast?" she teased.
Damian looked up with a smirk. "For you, I can do more than breakfast." He pulled out a chair for her. "Sit. You deserve to be served today."
Amara laughed lightly but obeyed, watching him move around the kitchen with ease. He placed scrambled eggs, toast, and fruit in front of her, then poured her a glass of orange juice.
"This looks good," she said, taking a bite. "I didn't know you could cook."
Damian sat beside her, sipping his coffee. "I don't cook for anyone. Only for my woman." His words carried a depth that made her heart flutter.
She glanced at him shyly. "Your woman, hmm?"
He leaned closer, brushing a kiss against her cheek. "Yes. My woman. The whole world already knows it, and I'm proud of it."
Her chest warmed at his confession, and for a while, they ate in silence, stealing glances and smiles at each other. The atmosphere was light, yet filled with unspoken affection.
When Amara reached for the last piece of toast, Damian caught her hand playfully and shook his head. "That's mine."
She raised a brow. "What if I want it?"
His lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Then you'll have to earn it." He leaned in and kissed her gently, lingering just long enough to make her blush. Pulling back, he placed the toast on her plate. "Now it's yours."
Amara laughed, hiding her face with her hand. "You're impossible."
"And you love it," Damian replied, brushing her hand aside so he could see her smile again.
Breakfast became more than just a meal-it felt like home, like something they could share every morning.
After breakfast, Amara quickly cleared the table while Damian insisted on helping, but she playfully shooed him away. "Go and get ready, Mr. Knight. You don't want to be late for work."
Damian chuckled, slipping behind her to plant a quick kiss on her neck before heading upstairs. "I'm only late if I'm not with you."
By the time they were both dressed, the morning sun had brightened the estate. Amara stepped out in her elegant office wear, her bag neatly over her shoulder. Damian's gaze lingered on her, admiration written all over his face.
"You're too beautiful for the office," he murmured, opening the car door for her. "It's a crime to let anyone else see you like this."
Amara rolled her eyes but smiled. "Well, unfortunately for you, I have to work."
They both laughed as he slid into the driver's seat, and soon, the car was humming smoothly down the road toward the company. The ride was peaceful-just the two of them, soft music playing, their hands occasionally brushing against each other on the console.
When they reached the building, Damian parked and turned to her. His phone suddenly buzzed, and he frowned as he checked the screen.
"Work?" Amara asked gently.
He sighed. "Yes, something urgent. I have to attend a meeting somewhere else first."
Amara nodded in understanding, though she could see the frustration in his eyes. "It's fine. I'll see you inside later."
Before she could reach for the door handle, Damian leaned over, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. "Don't miss me too much," he whispered.
Amara smiled, brushing her fingers against his cheek. "Too late."
With that, she stepped out, waving him off as he drove away, leaving her heart unexpectedly warm despite his sudden departureDamian's meeting was shorter than expected, but it left him drained. Numbers, reports, and endless negotiations filled his head, but through it all, one thought kept tugging at him-Amara.
By the time he returned to the company, the first thing he did wasn't to head straight to his office. Instead, his steps carried him toward her department. His eyes scanned the busy floor until they landed on her.
Amara was seated at her desk, focused on her laptop, her brows furrowed in concentration. She didn't notice him at first, and Damian stood there for a moment, simply watching her. Somehow, even in the middle of office chaos, she managed to look so calm, so beautiful.
Finally, Amara lifted her gaze and her eyes widened slightly when she saw him standing there. A soft smile spread across her lips. "You're back already?"
"Couldn't stay away," he said smoothly, stepping closer. "Besides, I missed seeing this face."
Her cheeks warmed as she tried to hide her blush. "Damian, we're at work," she whispered, glancing around nervously, aware of the curious eyes of their colleagues.
He only smirked, lowering his voice. "And? They already know you're mine."
Before she could respond, Damian leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead, quick enough not to cause a scene, but intimate enough to make her heart race. "Come by my office when you're done," he whispered, then walked away, leaving Amara speechless and the office buzzing with quiet whispers.
She tried to return to her work, but her mind was filled with him, and deep down, she couldn't help but smile at how much he had missed her-even after just a few hours apart.