I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Damon's dark, hungry gaze locked onto mine while he was still buried deep inside my mother.
The next evening, the entire city was alive with the World Cup Opening Ceremony. Fireworks lit up the sky, and massive screens across the city broadcast the live event. Damon, as one of the official hosts, was supposed to appear on camera multiple times throughout the night.
My phone buzzed. A text from Damon: "Penthouse suite. Now. Don't wear panties."
My stomach flipped. Mom had left hours ago for an emergency press conference in another city. She wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning.
I took the private elevator up to the luxurious penthouse suite. The door was already unlocked. Inside, the massive floor-to-ceiling wind
