Hailey
"Do you mind if I ask why we're suddenly shopping today?" I asked as he led me inside the store, his hand wrapped around mine. I didn't know why such a small gesture felt so heartwarming, but it did—it sent warmth coursing through me, making my fingers tighten instinctively around his. But the longer I stared at our interlocked hands, the heavier the realization became.
He was Damien Black.
A man who had hundreds of women at his beck and call. A man who made everyone feel special.
So this? I forced myself not to read too much into it.
"Yes, I mind," he deadpanned without even sparing me a glance as he strode toward a rack of dresses.
"Hey! That's f*****g mean," I huffed, narrowing my eyes at him. Not that he noticed.
"Well..." He finally turned, fixing me with a condescending
