ANNABEL
He walks me towards the car, and f**k, my breath literally catches. Four different huge cars are parked in the side lanes—it looks like a damn convoy and the thought that all this belongs to Damon sends shivers racing down my spine.
"You own all this?"
I ask, and he smiles—a genuine smile that makes my stomach do flips.
"Yes, I own them all."
He says, his hands tightening around my waist as he pushes open this ridiculously fancy car door. I walk into the front seat and my jaw drops. It's a Mercedes Benz four-matic 2024 version and the interior is screaming luxury—so powerful, so beautiful, so f*****g expensive I feel like I don't belong here.
I watch him slide into the driver's seat as he ignites the engine and starts driving off.
For once, his eyes don't leave the road. H
