As the pressure begins to mounts Celeste’s fingers curl around the railing of Damien’s penthouse terrace. The city stretched below, glittering and alive, but all she could feel was the pressure crushing down on her.
Her name was still in the headlines, the industry was still whispering, and now, she knew for certain that someone wanted her erased, but the worst part was that she didn’t know how far they were willing to go.
A gust of wind brushed against her skin, sending a chill down her spine. She didn’t flinch when Damien’s arms circled her waist, pulling her back into his warmth.
“You’re thinking too much,” he murmured against her ear.
She exhaled. “I don’t like waiting.”
Damien’s grip tightened. “Then let’s stop waiting.”
An hour later, Celeste and Damien sat in his office, stari
