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Chapter 86: Her Tears Brought Me

to My Knees-2

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Chapter 86: Her Tears Brought Me to My Knees-2

For a moment, I wasn’t sure if she was real.

I’d had so little sleep-too many goddamn dreams where she came back, only to disappear the second I reached for her.

So I said her name. Quietly. Needing to be sure.

And then she smiled-small, nervous, impossibly real.

“Hi,” she said.

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That voice. Soft. Familiar. Unmistakable.

God. She was real. She was here.

The table behind her was set-candlelight, wine, dishes still steaming. Thoughtful. Intimate.

And suddenly I couldn’t breathe properly.

Did she do all this for me?

The silence between us wasn’t empty-it vibrated with everything unsaid. Every word we’d both held back since last night.

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I let my eyes roam over her slowly.

The way the delicate ribbon straps hugged her shoulders… the soft curve of her collarbone exposed beneath the gentle neckline of that white dress. She’d dressed up-for me.

God, she’s beautiful.

No designer label, no heavy makeup, no cloying perfume. Just her. Just Maya.

Her simplicity. That softness. The quiet kind of innocence that strips a man bare and leaves him fucking wrecked.

I’m done for.

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I want to lift her into my arms, carry her to my bed, peel that dress off with my mouth. Take my time devouring her-marking every inch until she’s mine in every way.

Mine. For me. Only me.

Fuck.

Chapter 86: Her Tears Brought Me to My Knees-2

This is not the time.

Focus, Damien.

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I forced myself to take a slow step forward, voice low, careful-like I was afraid one wrong move might shatter the moment.

“What… are you-” My throat tightened. “What is this?”

Her fingers tightened on the strap of her purse, but she met my gaze squarely, even if her voice wavered.

“Dinner,” she said softly. “Just us.”

Something in my chest clenched-an ache I wasn’t prepared for.

“I asked James to help,” she hurried on, as if expecting anger. “I told him to keep it quiet. Please… don’t blame him.”

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I didn’t look at her then. I couldn’t.

Instead, I stared at the table-two plates, still steaming, candles flickering gently.

The kind of intimate moment I planned for her last night.

Only this time-she gave it to me.

Her voice cracked slightly, but she pressed on.

“I just wanted to give you what you planned for us. I know it was supposed to be just the two of us last night. I know I ruined that.”

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A flash of pain crossed my mind-because I felt it too.

But beneath that pain was something else. Understanding.

She took a breath, fighting the lump in her throat.

“I remembered what you said about prawns… how you loved them but stopped eating them because you hated peeling them.” A small, nervous smile. “I don’t mind. So I thought… I could do that for you. Again.”

Of course she remembered.

That first lunch we shared… it was one of the simplest, yet most memorable moments.

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The way she offered to peel some for me-like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her Tears Brought Me to My Knees-2

Something so small. So quiet. But it meant everything.

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“And the cheesecake. James said it’s your favorite.”

I swallowed hard, the tightness in my chest creeping higher-choking.

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These little things-so small, yet shaking me to the core.

This is her way-her quiet, honest way of learning me, seeing me.

No wealth. No status. Just her.

Simple, thoughtful, real.

And fuck, it means more than anything money could ever buy.

She stepped closer, eyes locked on mine.

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“I didn’t do this out of guilt. Or fear. I did it because I care about you.”

Her voice cracked on the last words.

“I want you to see that.”

God.

There it was.

Raw. Unfiltered. Her.

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And fuck yes, I saw it.

Felt it.

Every word sank straight into me, cracking something open I didn’t know I’d sealed shut.

She was here. She meant it.

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