Damien
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I moved toward her room, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Not the nicest way to think about a woman, calling her “it” but Leila Jones, she has this effect on me.
This stubborn fire in her eye that made me want to both protect her and completely unravel her. Yesterday at the dinner table when she’d walked up to me in that dress, that damn dress, every instinct in my body screamed at me to rip it off right then and there, but I had to keep it together.
My d**k definitely noticed.
It was goddamn struggle to maintain control, staring at her like that, the list a tangible thing coiling in my guts. But none of that mattered, not really.
I was the Damien Leonardo Alvaro.
I had a reputation and an image to uphold and we don’t wear our emotions on our sl
