A few minutes passed but I stood there expecting Alex to come back and resume the conversation.
“He won’t come back soon,” a familiar, deep voice murmured. I spun around.
It was him.
Damon.
He looked devastatingly handsome— like a Greek god carved from marble, every line of his body radiating raw, effortless power.
Gone was the polished, formal attire he’d worn earlier. Now, he stood there like something out of a fever dream— his shirt tucked into low-waist, narrow-cut black pants that hugged his frame just right. The sleeves were rolled up, the first button undone, offering a glimpse of his chest. A blazer hung casually over his arm, and his hair was artfully dishevelled. His eyes, slightly glassy from alcohol, held a dangerous glint. He looked less like the sophisticated host and m
