Vanessa’s POV
Across town, Vanessa Hart slipped into her apartment, tossing her designer bag onto the couch. The city lights poured through the window, gilding her silhouette. She peeled off her fur coat, heels clicking against the hardwood as she poured herself a glass of champagne.
Damian hadn’t called. Again.
She sank into the sofa, swirling the champagne with a bitter twist of her lips.
“How long am I supposed to play this game?” She thought.
She remembered the first time she’d tried to seduce him at one of his company galas. The room had glittered with power, the men in tuxedos, the women dripping in diamonds and expensive dresses and designer bags. She had approached Damian with her brightest smile, her gown cut low enough to guarantee his attention.
And he had looked at her.
