Chapter 11
Damien’s POV
The morning light cut through the curtains of my room. I woke slowly, the sheets warm around me.
The woman from last night still slept beside me, one arm stretched across the bed.
I sat up. The temporary satisfaction had already faded. I looked at her lying there and felt nothing but the need to end it cleanly. Attachments of any kind does not have a place in my heart. I stood, gathered her clothes from the floor one by one, and walked to the door of the suite. I opened it and threw her bag into the hallway. The shoes followed with a sharp clatter against the polished floor. The dress landed near them in a heap.
“Get up,” I said.
She stirred, blinking against the light. Confusion crossed her face as she saw her belongings “What time is it?”
“Time for you t
