ainst the cheap wood of her nights

ecision, declining the call, then blocki

The profile picture was a stark, almost intimidating headshot of Damien Sterli

d to go to work. The thought of facing Damien, of being in the same building, made her stomach tighten into a cold, hard knot. But she couldn't afford to lose her job. Her student loans, her rent-they all depe

last-minute meeting. Asking for

d her pace, her heels clicking a frantic, desperate rhy

ll pounding a frantic tattoo against her ribs. She squeezed into a crowded elevator just as the doors wer

e Ice King himself, Damien Sterling, brought a woman home from the gala!

ped the cold metal handrail, the steel biting into her palm, a

The woman. The humi

ring sound. The doors slid

Price and Jenna Foster. They sprang apart when they saw her, their movements t

a wide, saccharine smile. "Chloe! Honey, are you oka

st hours ago. She looked at Clayton's handsome, lying face, a face she had loved. The raw, burning heat of betraya

o form in her mind. Not with tear

in. A slow, delib

On one side, the inscrutable CEO she had to avoid at all costs. O

rformance already beginning. Her posture straightened, her gaze becomi

soft, almost vulnerable. "I'm so sorry

play the part they'd assigned her,