Damian's POV
I am not a man who denies himself what he desires. If I wanted something, I took it.
Ever since I was a boy—ever since I inherited the Sterling legacy from my father—I had a knack for strategizing, maneuvering around the things I wanted until they fell directly into my lap.
I worked hard for what I aimed for, so when the victory finally belonged to me, I knew I deserved it. I earned it.
I grew up taking the adage “where there’s a will, there’s a way” as my absolute gospel, and that was how I lived my life for as long as I could remember.
Until her. Until Arabella.
I never knew I possessed such capacity for restraint. I never imagined that for five long years, I would deny myself a woman like her.
Sitting behind my black marble desk, the quiet hum of the high-rise office
