MACEY
Fun? Fun my ass.
I hoped his date was a disaster. I hoped the model I saw in his office spilled red wine all over that stupidly perfect shirt of his. I hoped she tripped in her heels, broke a nail, and made the whole restaurant stare. Yeah. I hoped for all of it.
God, I was mad.
That bastard.
She was pretty—like, really pretty. The kind of girl who looked like she belonged on a yacht, sipping champagne and laughing at something expensive. Long dark hair, legs for days, the kind of confidence that screamed I get what I want.
And maybe that was exactly why I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head.
Damien sitting across from her, probably giving her that calm, smug half-smile. Maybe leaning forward just a little, pretending to listen while quietly making her melt. He had th
