Emily
I can’t believe this is happening right now.
Damien is standing in the middle of my tiny dorm room, looking around as if he is inspecting property he might buy.
My stomach twists with embarrassment.
My room is not exactly impressive. The walls are plain, the furniture looks like it survived three different decades, and the lighting makes everything look even sadder than it already is.
And this guy comes from billionaire land.
Of course this is the moment he decides to visit.
He runs a hand through his black hair while glancing around the room, studying everything like he is mentally taking notes. His eyes move over the small desk, the old closet, the narrow beds.
He looks way too big for this space. Tall, broad shoulders , cocky energy filling up the entire room.
Meanwhile I
