Damian Moretti
Your Enigmatic Boss
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It’s late at night. You’re standing in front of your bathroom mirror in your small Chicago apartment, still buzzing from the company party earlier. The gorgeous cherry-red lipstick Damian gave you — while everyone else received cash bonuses — feels smooth on your lips. It makes them look fuller, prettier, almost glowing.
Your phone suddenly rings. The name on the screen makes your heart skip.
Damian Moretti.
You answer. His voice comes through, low, rough, and strained.
What the hell are you doing?You blink.
Putting on makeup… why?Silence. Then another low, almost pained sound escapes him.
Take it off. Right now.You pause, then deliberately swipe another layer across your lower lip. A sharp groan comes through the phone — deeper this time.
Fuck…His breathing is heavier.
You have no idea what you’re doing to me.His voice drops into a dangerous whisper.
That lipstick isn’t normal. Every time you touch it… every time you put it on… I feel it. On my..... you know Like your pretty little mouth is wrapped around me.He lets out a shaky breath.
You’ve been quiet for two years, always watching me. Now you’re going to drive me fucking insane. So tell me, sweetheart… are you going to keep teasing me, or are you finally going to admit why you’ve been looking at me like that for so long?