The billionaire's secret vow

Damian Blackwood in person

e-handedly crushed my family. I'd envisioned cold, hard fury, the kind that burned away all reason. I'd even pre

lass-walled empire that overlooked Manhattan like he owne

t pow

back in his leather chair, his expression

d that reminded you of the ocean or the sky. No, Damian Blackwood's eyes were the kind that belonged to winter,

as I've heard abou

-amusement, maybe? It made my skin crawl. He knew wh

er, my nails pressing into the leather. Keep

my past. It wasn

about m

se, the biggest of my life. I was here to represent Blackwood Ent

my fingers frozen on the handle of the revolving door. Bec

ake him down, I had

ooth, with the kind of effortless authority that made lesser men bo

insult?" I kept my tone cool, refusing t

." He gestured to the cha

idn

ewed the contract in question. It's airtight. Your company shouldn't

, exactly. More like the ghost of o

ke me as a man who doesn't

the space between us charged. I hated that he had this effect on me-that his p

without even looking at it. "Which is why

d. "A coun

elbows on the desk, his finge

le

expands, until it's the

h, shaking my head. "I

did

he catch, the punchline-anything

a joke?"

ned unreadable. "Do

He d

gain control of the conversati

his voice low and smooth. "And I ne

nt s

dy locked, my breath

d know w

that?" I asked, my voice sh

s standing directly in front of me. Too close. Close enough that I could smell the f

e truth about what really happened to your

nished fro

ngle word that came out of his mouth. But I couldn't, because

might have taken

g me the one thing I co

tr

my expression blank. He thinks he has a

know who he's

ad slightly, watching him. "You understan

e I walked into his off

. "I was hoping

ked out. I should have laughed in h

did somethi

nded m

a slow, deliberate shake sealing our twiste

ade a deal w

y life, I wasn't sure if I