The day after her late-night encounter with Damien, Isabella returned to Morrison Tower with a mixture of excitement and nerves. The memory of their kiss lingered, his touch, his words, everything playing on repeat in her mind, leaving her breathless and distracted. She knew she should be cautious, but the allure of Damien’s world and the intensity of his presence made her throw caution to the wind.
The morning passed in a blur of meetings and paperwork, with Damien maintaining his usual controlled demeanor, though she occasionally caught him watching her with a glint in his eyes that made her pulse race. It was as if they shared a secret, an unspoken connection that only they could understand.
Around noon, as she was reviewing a set of financial reports, her phone buzzed with a message
