Laura's POV
Damien sat across from me, shirt sleeves rolled up, his hair a little messy — a look I’d grown fond of. The quiet clinking of forks filled the room as we had breakfast,until his voice broke through.
“I’m sorry about last night,” he said, his blue eyes fixed on me. “I didn’t know you’d get that angry.”
I didn’t look up. I kept my gaze on the food, slicing the pancake carefully, pretending to be more interested in it than his words.
“Laura,” he called again, softer this time.
I sighed and finally looked at him.
“Why do you hate the idea of modeling for my company so much?” he asked. “You said staying home was boring, and I thought it might make you happy. I didn’t know it would upset you.”
“And the only work you thought was perfect for me was modeling?” I asked quietly, b
