Chapter 38 – Shattered Control
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Damon sat alone in his study, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. The city lights sprawled beneath him, but his thoughts were trapped at the moment he’d been trying to forget—the moment he lost control.
Kissing Elena had been a mistake.
A dangerous, intoxicating mistake.
His fingers tightened around the glass as he exhaled sharply. He had built his entire life on control, on never allowing emotions to dictate his actions. And yet, with just one touch, she had shattered every rule he had ever set for himself.
He had to end this.
Before it consumed him.
A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He straightened, his expression hardening. “Come in.”
Jaxon entered, his usual smirk absent. “We have a problem.”
Damon set his glass down. “What is it?”
Jaxon hesitated for half a second—an indication that whatever he was about to say wasn’t good. “It’s Elena.”
Every muscle in Damon’s body tensed. “What about her?”
“She left.”
Damon’s heartbeat slammed against his ribs. “What?”
Jaxon sighed. “She walked out of the penthouse an hour ago. I had someone tailing her, but she shook them off.”
Damon shot to his feet, the chair scraping against the floor. “Where the hell did she go?”
“We don’t know yet.”
A storm raged inside him. He had told her to go to her room, to let this go—but of course, Elena never did what she was told.
Jaxon leaned against the doorframe, watching Damon closely. “You’re losing your grip, boss.”
Damon’s jaw clenched. “Find her.”
Jaxon nodded and disappeared, leaving Damon alone with his fury.
Elena thought she could walk away from him?
She was wrong.
Because no matter how much she tried to run…
Damon Blackwell always got what was his.
And she was his.
Whether she was ready to admit it or not.
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