Bella sat behind her sleek, glass desk at the rival company, fingers drumming against the polished surface, yet her mind wasn’t on the spreadsheets or emails in front of her. It was on him—Damien. The memory of that smirk, the predatory glint in his eyes, and the heat of his proximity returned like a relentless storm she couldn’t escape. She had spent the last year meticulously building her defenses, convincing herself that she was done, that she had moved on. And yet here he was, walking through the front doors of the office, effortlessly shattering all her self-control.
The moment he entered the room, the air seemed to shift. Conversations died down subtly as heads turned, though nobody dared to stare too long. Damien had a presence that demanded attention, not just as a billionaire CEO
