Damien’s POV
Morning came like a curse.
No dreams. No rest. Just an ever-growing heaviness behind his eyes as the city began to stir outside the penthouse windows.
Damien didn’t bother to sleep. He couldn’t.
Sex didn’t help. Neither did the shower.
And jerking off to the fantasy of Maya—sweat-slick, trembling, whispering his name—had only made it worse.
When he stepped out of the shower, still burning with restless energy, he went straight to the bar in his suite. Poured himself a glass of scotch, hoping to drown the unwanted desire in fire and alcohol. He dropped onto the leather couch, towel slung low on his hips, and leaned back.
But his mind betrayed him.
Her again.
Maya, invading the silence. The shape of her mouth. The way she avoided his gaze, like she knew she shouldn’t dr
