DAMIAN BLACKWOOD
I wanted Eleanor away because I was in love with her.
I had felt this way from the very first time I set eyes on her, and understood when my father declared that 'love made a man weak' after that day. Few waiters had poured wine on me, and even fewer had managed to get away with it. I did not care who they were-old, young, male, female-they had paid for it in one way or another until Eleanor Sinclair. Before I knew what was going on, she had walked away scot-free and kept her job, all thanks to me.
This made me so angry with myself that I resolved to forget about her.
Until I saw her with my grandfather and then kidn*pped the man who almost stabbed her with a knife and even planted a kiss on her lips. That had to be the exact moment I knew...
Eleanor Sinclair had to
