Bella’s morning began with an odd mix of dread and anticipation. She had spent the night tossing and turning, her mind replaying every heated glance, every subtle touch, every word that lingered too long in her memory. Damien’s presence was like a shadow she couldn’t escape, one that haunted even the mundane corners of her day. And now, sitting at her desk with her laptop open, she felt the familiar prickling tension in her spine—the sense that he was already near, even if he hadn’t appeared yet.
The office buzzed with the usual Monday chaos: ringing phones, hushed conversations, and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards creating a mechanical symphony. Bella tried to focus on her tasks, forcing herself to review contracts and emails, but every time she glanced toward the executive office, her
