Astrid's POV
I had been avoiding Damien since morning. My head still throbbed, even though I had slept until one p.m., maybe because I couldn't bring myself to sleep after everything that had happened.
I can't believe I just had s*x. With my husband. For goodness' sake, we don't like each other. I thought it was a dream, but when I noticed the marks on his back left by my fingers, as well as the hickeys along my skin, plus the undeniable soreness between my legs, I was horrified.
Shit. How did I manage to lose control and give myself to Damien? I left his room before he woke up, and since then, I haven't stepped out of my room, which is actually a guest room in the villa.
Thankfully, the rest of the family, including Eliza and Luke, left for another house. Something about "leaving the
