Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85 Witching Hour

Beatrice agreed. “Alright.”

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She wanted to warn Damian about Camden–the guy was clearly trying to pull her boss into his sketchy lifestyle of excess and corruption. Every fiber of her being wanted to protect Damian from that.

But then she caught herself. Damian was smart enough to see through Camden’s games. He didn’t need her playing guardian angel.

She sent a message to Ryan, passing along Damian’s words.

“It’s still early. Go for a walk,” Damian said.

Beatrice finished sending the message before looking up. “No thanks. It’s getting dark, and wandering alone in these mountains is eerie. I’ll just stay in the villa.”

Then, she noticed Damian’s expression and immediately caught on. “You mean you want to go for a walk?”

“Wandering alone is eerie,” he said, looking almost melancholic.

“…I’ll go with you.” Beatrice forced a smile.

Why couldn’t he just say, ‘I want to go for a walk. ‘?

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Talking to him felt like doing a reading comprehension test. She confidently wrote down an answer, only to get it wrong. It made her feel like an absolute fool.

Damian glanced at her work attire and heels. “Go change. Wear something comfortable.”

Beatrice obliged. She went back to the guest room, swapped her fitted outfit for something loose, and changed into flats.

By the time they stepped outside, it was past five.

It was late afternoon but not quite dark yet. The air was fresh and crisp, the breeze carried a slight chill, and the setting sun cast a golden glow over the distant mountains. The view was breathtaking.

Beatrice followed Damian. She thought she’d struggle to keep up with his long strides, but he walked slowly, allowing her to enjoy the leisurely stroll and the beautiful scenery.

“Have you ever heard of folklore?” Damian asked casually from ahead.

Beatrice responded, “What folklore?”

“They call it the Witching Hour,” he said, his voice low. “When the sun sets, dark creatures come out. They look human, blend right in with us. But if one calls your name and you answer…” He paused. “They steal your soul.”

His deep, mellow voice was as intoxicating as a liqueur–filled

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chocolate. The evening breeze carried it further, weaving an air of mystery and intrigue.

Beatrice fell silent for three seconds. Then, playing along, she

gasped dramatically, “Oh no, that’s terrifying.”

Damian said. “No need to be scared. It’s just folklore. I thought it was interesting.”

“It is interesting. But does it have to be a name? What if someone calls something else? If a kid shouts ‘Mom!‘ and the mom responds, does that count?” Beatrice sounded genuinely curious, like a child asking endless questions.

Damian smiled faintly, “Of course. The creatures don’t just possess people. They can also take the form of someone you know to lure you and then swallow your soul when you least expect it.”

Beatrice let out an exaggerated gasp. “Stop! I don’t wanna hear anymore!”

Damian fell silent.

Beatrice thought she gotta keep the boss entertained. There was no shame in that.

They kept walking until they reached a small gazebo.

By now, the sun had dipped even lower, and the sky was a breathtaking masterpiece of red and orange, layers of color blending in a dazzling, almost surreal display.

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Beatrice was absorbed in the view when she suddenly heard Damian call her name, his voice unusually gentle. “Ms. Lawson.”

She instinctively started to reply. Then, something clicked. She clamped her already parted lips shut.

Damian waved a hand in front of her. “Ms. Lawson? Are you okay?”

Beatrice lowered her head and said nothing.

“Ms. Lawson? Beatrice Lawson? Beatrice? I’m talking to you, Beatrice. What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Damian. cupped her face, his tone coaxing. “Why are you ignoring me? Don’t tell me you actually believed that folklore. Come on. Say something.”

Beatrice held her ground. She squeezed her eyes shut.

Nice try.

Even if this was just a game, she refused to lose.

This was basically a high–stakes version of Red Light, Green. Light. All about endurance.

While Beatrice was engrossed in the game, Damian’s mind had wandered elsewhere.

His gaze lingered on her lips, bathed in the fiery glow of the setting sun. They looked like the soft petals of a rose, rich in

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color and utterly tempting. And she was completely unguarded.

The gazebo fell into silence; the only sound left was the whisper of the wind.

Damian lowered his head, inching closer.

Beatrice’s eyes flickered beneath her lids. Her heartbeat quickened. A strange sense of panic crept up her spine.

His warm breath traced over her temple, skimmed past the bridge of her nose, and finally lingered just above her lips. His voice was husky when he spoke, “Even if you don’t answer, I can still devour you, bones and all.”

Wait, what? He is changing the rules?

Beatrice wasn’t having it, so she snapped her eyes open. And the first thing she saw was his face.

The sunset painted him in shades of red and gold, transforming his angular features into something almost supernatural. For a moment, she could believe the rumors about possession–he looked dangerous, beautiful, untouchable.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Her heart stumbled over itself, her lungs forgot how to work, and the world narrowed down to the whisper of space between them. His breath ghosted. across her lips, making promises neither of them had voiced.

Then, after what felt like forever, Damian let out a soft sigh, straightened up, and released her face. “You’re too clever to

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trick.”

He turned away, his gaze drifting toward the sunset.

Who said the Witching Hour was just a folklore?

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Beatrice collapsed onto a stool, her legs too shaky to hold her up. Her cheeks burned beneath her fingers, and her heart wouldn’t stop racing.

God, what was wrong with him? Leave it to Damian to turn everything into a competition–and he’d do absolutely anything to win!

The last sliver of sunlight was swallowed by darkness. The temperature dropped sharply.

Damian turned to her. “Let’s go. Time to meet some real

monsters.”

Beatrice got up from the stool. After the fright he’d just given her, she wasn’t sure she could handle any more scares. She made a mental note to check with HR whether ghost stories from your boss counted as workplace hazard.

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They returned to the villa.

By 6:40 PM, they headed to Camden’s place.

At the door, Beatrice stepped forward and rang the bell.

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A moment later, som coaccianswered. It was Camden’s secretary, Nora Lopez, who they’d ducebaddinner. Even the way she lifted a hand oozed charma MerOromide please come in.”

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