CHAPTER 12:
Ivy's POV
My heart was still pounding from the shock of seeing him at my door and then he’d touched me. His fingers which were cool and sure, brushed against my cheek, and a jolt of electricity shot straight through me. I stumbled back with my hand flying to the spot his skin had touched, as if I could still feel the imprint.
“What are you doing here?” I finally managed to ask with my voice sounding breathless and strange. Damian Blackthorn overed my doorway, too big and too powerful for my small and messy world.
“Can I come in?” he asked. His voice was low with a rumble that seemed to vibrate deep inside me.
Everything in my head screamed no. This was a stranger, a billionaire who had no business in my crumbling apartment but my mouth didn’t listen.
“Okay,” I whispered,
