The moment Celeste and Damien left the press conference, the energy in the car was thick.
The kiss was supposed to be a move, a calculated act to shut Julian down, but it didn't feel like an act.
Judging by the way Damien sat beside her, with hi jaw clenched, and one hand gripping the steering wheel with lethal control, he knew it too.
Celeste exhaled slowly, pressing her fingers against her temple. “Well, that was… dramatic.”
Damien didn’t respond immediately, instead, he manoeuvred the car through the Paris streets, his movements as smooth and controlled as ever. Finally, he said, “You surprised me.”
Celeste glanced at him, heart pounding. “Good.”
Damien’s lips twitched, but the amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t let Julian win that easily.”
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