CHAPTER 55
Damien’s POV
The sunlight came in thin and warm, slicing through the curtains. I had barely slept, as my head still carried the noise from the night before. The same voice that told me I had slipped out of control the night before returned, warning me of the repercussions.
My phone buzzed against the nightstand. I groggily picked up my phone to check. It was a message from Layla.
“We need to talk. It’s urgent.”
For a moment, I considered ignoring it. But Layla wasn’t the type to be ignored. At least, not when we still had an ongoing business partnership. I showered, dressed, and drove to the café she had chosen. It was one of those quiet, modern places where the scent of roasted beans tried to disguise the smell of hot coffee.
She was already there, sitting near the window
