Damien’s POV
A sultry voice, dipped in pouting charm, filled the line. “Damieeeen,” Cleo crooned. “Come pick me up? It’s raining and I don’t want to get wet. Let’s go home together, hmm?”
Her voice dripped with suggestion. With possession.
I stared out the window at the black clouds and let the silence stretch.
Then, with one slow movement, I ended the call and shoved the phone deep into my jacket pocket.
She was the least of my f*****g problems.
All I wanted—craved—was Isabella.
I wanted her curled into my side. I wanted her sleepy smile when I brought her everything she'd asked for and more. I wanted her trust.
I wanted her to love me.
Even if I left the doors wide open.
Even if she could walk away.
I wanted her to stay.
We turned the corner onto my private drive. The gates o
