Damian’s POV
The dinner had started, the tension thick in the room.
Nathan sat across from me, his spine straight, eyes darting between me and his wife, as be still tried to maintain that smug smile, even a ten year old could tell it was fake.
Pathetic! I was going to enjoy slowly bringing him down to his knees.
Cecilia, his mother, sat comfortably next to him.
I invited her here, because I knew what most didmt. She was the real voice behind Nathan's little and petty success.
And then there was Bianca.
She sat to my left, looking light and exposed in that black dress I got her.
I wanted her to feel every bit ashamed and exposed.
Her eyes were wide and frantic, she was already on edge…
Perfect.
I slid one hand beneath the table and pressed the button to the device on my ph
