The city skyline blurred past the tinted windows of Damian’s black Bentley as Calla sat stiffly beside him, her gaze fixed on nothing and everything. The silence between them was deafening, thicker than the tension choking her chest since the charity gala. Damian hadn’t said a word since they left the venue, and she hadn’t dared to ask.
It wasn’t until the car turned off the main road and onto a long, private driveway lined with pines that Calla stirred. “Where are we going?”
“My place,” he replied shortly. “Not the penthouse. The house.”
She frowned. “The house?”
He nodded once, his eyes locked forward. “Some things… can’t be said where ears are always listening.”
The car came to a stop before a gated modern mansion, glass and concrete curved like a secret nestled in the hills. The d
