a's
ngs taste
e mornings t
ing in silk sheets, tangled in Damian's arms, kissed a
creeping into my bones. I felt his hand at my waist before I even opened my eyes slow, possessive, warm. His lips brushed the back
murmured, voice
o that," I whispered, a fai
n. I turned to face him, blinking the sleep from my eyes. He was already watching me. Heavy-lidded, lashes cast s
n Lan
hus
ddic
llus
he planet but us. His mouth was warm, confident, and familiar. The kind of kiss that remi
the kiss, his tongue finding mine in an unhurr
me as he touched me like only he could like a man who knew ever
hair as he trailed kisses down my neck, over my collarbo
e. "Say the word, Lena. And I'll wor
't say
down and let his
myself believe I was still the only woman he wanted to touch. That
e needed to prove something. And maybe I nee
notting his tie like he wasn't the same man who had just made
olished power, and practiced perfection. Damian
ate tonight," h
altered. "
inner. You know ho
the doorframe, wearing nothing but
lways did when I pushed gentle, indulgent
the momen
white collar
of his designer tie...
art s
this morning. I hadn'
ully, stepping forward. My fingers trembl
, barely reacting.
ightened.
my forehead, grabbed his brief
ain," he said, and just
thin
ite word when I qu
nd unspoken doubts. Left me standing there, wrapped in his
thin
truth for th
ar drum. The polished marble, the crystal vases, the artfully
ries. His absences. The sudden trips. The disinterest in our p
ded p
ere I'd neve
st
tucked behind the liquor cabinet. I'd seen him retrieve it once,
k the
open with a soft,
r than my footsteps
ed. Dark wood. Black leather. No clutter. Not a single paper out
. Files. Bills. Reports. Legal memos
I fo
st drawer, beneath a fa
led. U
th fingers that di
si
e ticket
servation at
photo
ht as I stared
mi
a w
ng legs. Dre
nne B
Her hand was on his chest. His head was tilte
ntimate.
fami
d the ph
ext tim
envelope lik
art didn't just break it imploded, spl
ien
eautiful. Cold. The kind of woman who
was in
my hu
y without thought. I stumbled to o
ph
der his pillow.
ver ne
il
e was still
nloc
world s
nne B
ght was
s. Just keep
we talked about.
m. My hand shook, but my ey
en hear the
en
urn
iefcase in hand, eyes immediate
rward. "What
. "Is this why you'v
me t
N
not what it
eally? Because it looks like you've been fuc
ough his hair, uncharacteristic
. "It's betrayal. It's cowa
t to hurt you
you
understand. Vivienne... he
Damian. And you le
n my closet, and pul
ou doing?"
avi
't let
to let me do an
ll lov
there for a few sec
ter. "I love you, Lena. I did
to happen. It just happens
protect
en why do I feel like
ched f
h me again, and I swe
fro
e photo, and my suitcase,
a mistake," he
d one l
three years ago w
hecked into a hotel u
think. I just stared at t
ing wa
he messages.
staged. Almos
y fingers brushed against somethi
her
Damian an
ien
ancaster. Da
together.
ck, in Evelyn
he doesn't come b
like that
n't just
was