••• Victoria’s POV •••
The next day, I was sitting in my bedroom enjoying my breakfast and coffee when suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I was about to put on a kimono to cover my nightgown. I couldn’t possibly greet whoever it was at the other side of the door wearing only a flimsy nightgown, but as I stood from the couch, I could smell Damien’s scent seeping from the door, so I decided to forgo the kimono.
Opening the door, I saw him already dressed in a black button-down with black pants. For a split second, I was mesmerized by his appearance because all-black suited him to a T, but then I remembered our last meeting and how it ended in us having an argument.
Even now, I could still feel the tension rolling off from him, and honestly, I didn’t know how to react now. Shoul
