The morning came too quickly. Sunlight spilled across the sheets, warm against my skin, but the space beside me was empty. He was gone.
I stretched lazily, satisfied and sore in the most intoxicating way. But the silence felt… heavy. My mind replayed the night—the balcony, his loss of control, the way he whispered my name like a prayer and a curse.
I was still smiling when I heard voices downstairs. Low. Sharp. Female.
Curious, I wrapped a robe around myself and padded to the staircase, careful not to make a sound. The voice became clearer, sharper, dripping with entitlement.
“I don’t care how long it’s been, Damien. You don’t erase me that easily.”
I froze. Damien. His name. Spoken with such venom.
Her laugh followed, cold and cutting. “Did you really think your little toys could re
