Mia’s POV
The next two days felt like sweet torture.
Damien was trying so hard to act normal, but I could see the cracks. Every time I walked into a room, his eyes would follow me for a second before he forced himself to look away. I loved it. I loved knowing I was getting under his skin.
That morning, I woke up early and went downstairs wearing the shortest silk robe I owned. It barely reached the top of my thighs. I didn’t tie it properly, so when I moved, it opened and showed my body.
Damien was in the kitchen drinking coffee. He looked so handsome in his black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to show his strong forearms.
“Good morning, Dad,” I said softly, walking close to him.
“Morning,” he replied. His voice was a little rough. He kept his eyes on his phone.
I reached up to take a
