The jet touched down smoothly on the private runway, the city stretching out in a golden haze beyond the glass. Even at midnight, Los Angeles pulsed with life—neon lights flickering in the distance, sleek black cars gliding through the streets, and the faint hum of sirens in the far-off background. The air was thick with warmth, a lingering heat from the day, carrying the scent of asphalt and luxury.
It had been two weeks since the whole kissing incident and cafe incident.
She still hadn’t gotten any feedback from Trisha.
Damian had informed her of a business trip they had to take for a business meeting in Los Angeles.
Damian barely spoke as they descended the steps of the aircraft, his phone in hand, thumb gliding over messages. His presence remained commanding even in silence, his ta
