Breaking The Spotlight
the weight of last night pressing ag
through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Paris sprawled beyond the glass, golden
manding-whispered through her tho
mach cl
oor, yet still he ha
he wanted. That the illusion of control sh
was that she hadn
h to steal the air from her lungs. Close
s over the bed, determined to shove the m
That was all this was." S
ing had changed, but the moment she saw Damien standing by the coffee machine, shir
the morning light. He looked unfairly relaxed, like a man who ha
at and crossed her arms.
fee, unbothered. "Our
ed. "Don'
ed. "Good morni
his voice and focused on the espresso machine
unter, watching her with amu
fed. "I'm ma
"You're making a poi
ting his gaze h
hing unreadable flickeri
r stomach, but she re
said coolly, changing the su
odded. "
frowne
is voice was laced with amusement. "Did you think
eeth. "I don't ne
e murmured, his voice a low hum against her skin. "B
e reached up, tucking a loose
d, his lips just inches from hers. "Or so
She wanted to slap him, but at the
e said, "Don't worry, darli
ode past him, ignoring the way
yet she knew that Dami
morning at
ressed in a custom, form-fitting black gown. The fabric hugged
hat she was suffocating under the wei
ble, picking it up she fro
then again, you always did kno
ood ra
re were Photographers, Stylists and Assistants, but
g unease in her ches
r stylist, Margot, touched
message. "Let's finish this." But the words sat heavy on her tongue because she k
ere frayed. She needed answers, and unfortunately, ther
lly flipping through a document. He
to talk
. "Hello t
and tossed her phone onto
, his gaze flickeri
e movement, a slight tightening of his grip
Celeste, it was everything. "Yo
the phone d
owed her eye
esn't
iked. "It ma
bbing a hand over
an Mercer!" She should hav
arms. "And you weren
et her g
eath c
e wasn't just protecting the engagement. He was pro
ning away. "I don't
instead, he just watched her
urmured. "
ything else because for the first time, she wa