CHAPTER 18:
Ivy's POV
I paused when I recognized him, Damian Blackthorn sitting there in a booth, wearing a plain shirt, a baseball cap, and dark shades. Anyone else would’ve walked right past without knowing, but I knew... I knew from the tilt of his head, the way he carried himself, and the faint pull in my chest that I had been feeling every time he came near me.
My fingers froze around the notepad I carried for taking orders. What the hell was he doing here? Why here, in my workplace?
I frowned, not able to hide how uneasy I felt but I didn’t dare tell him off, not this man. Damian Blackthorn wasn’t just some customer.. he was powerful, rich, and dangerous in ways I didn’t even understand yet.
Still, I managed to ask with my voice low and sharp, “What do you want?”
He leaned back
