DAMON
Declan was supposed to be a neighbor I shouldn't get attracted to. His father had owned the mansion next to ours…..the one they'd initially sold to some stranger years back, but then bought it back when things got complicated. His sister Riley had been the one taking care of the place most of the time, but Declan came around once in a while. And every time he did, he was drawn to me like a moth to a flame, even though he denied it so badly it was almost pathetic.
He was prim and proper, cared way too much about what the public would say, what his family would think. Mr. Perfect with his pressed shirts and his careful words and his desperate need to fit into the mold everyone expected of him. Until the day he made the mistake of coming to our mansion to ask for some enquiries from R
