"We'll be flying with my private jet," he chimed in, trying to sway my decision. "It'll be a stress-free journey."
Despite his tempting offer, I remained firm. "I'm sorry, Damien, but I have to say no to your invite."
He picked up his glass of wine and took a sip, his gaze still fixed on mine. "You owe me a dinner date, don't you? I helped you find a house, and you promised to take me to dinner."
My eyes narrowed as I remembered our agreement. "Yes, I do," I conceded reluctantly.
"I want to have that dinner," Damien mused, a smirk playing on his lips as he set down his wine glass. "That offer's still on the table, right?"
I nodded. "Sure, I'm open to buying you dinner, but the wedding invitation is still a no-go."
Damien nodded in agreement, but his easy acceptance of my rejection ma
