(Damien’s POV)
The pen rolled between my fingers as I stared at the contract in front of me, my mind half here, half lost in the woman who had been haunting my thoughts since sunrise. Evelyn. My wife. My problem. My addiction.
A knock came at the door. “Come in,” I said without looking up.
Colt walked in, holding his tablet like it carried bad news. “Boss, Charles will be flying in today. He should be landing any moment now.”
I nodded, flipping the pen again. “Okay.”
Colt hesitated. “Uh, boss… Blake just returned. He… lost track of Evelyn.”
My lips curved, not into a smile but into something darker. “If he didn’t lose track of her, then she wouldn’t be the woman I married.”
Colt blinked. “Wait, boss. You’re saying she noticed Blake was tailing her… and made him lose her deliberately
