Aria’s POV
It’s been two weeks.
Fourteen days since the parking lot.
Fourteen days since Damian and I kissed.
Since then? Nothing.
He doesn’t speak to me, doesn’t look at me, doesn’t acknowledge that I breathe oxygen in his penthouse.
My tasks appear under my door, typed with his signature on it.
He fired Smith. The tabloids called it “Kane Enterprise Restructures.” Stock dipped 2%. Then recovered. Like Malakai Smith never existed.
Pretending it never happened would be smart.
But I tried.
Day three, I stayed in my room. Day seven, I ate dinner in the kitchen at 2 AM. Day ten, I started flinching at his footsteps.
Today is day fourteen and I’m done flinching.
If he wants to pretend I’m a liability he’s already eliminated, fine.
I step back from the mirror.
I take in
