CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEINTERRUPTIONS
Damien hadn’t intended to end his day this way. Not with his foot pressing harder on the gas pedal than it should be. Not with his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. And certainly not with his mind circling one thought like a vulture: She's out with Ezra. The sky was bruising with the early signs of evening, the city lit with a golden glow that somehow made everything feel even more surreal. He should’ve gone to his penthouse and poured himself another drink. He should’ve continued pretending that none of this mattered. But it did. It mattered too much. Arielle. He could still see the way she looked that night, her hair damp from the rain, her eyes burning with confusion and hurt when he kissed her. When he whispered, don’t leave me alone. And then, like a fool, he avoided her afterward
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