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uilding. Everything about it screamed cold power-glass, steel, and silence. The kind of place

ed to d

me by name. "Top floor. Mr.

urse

insisted i "meet him" before i made any rash decisions. As if

reflection in the mirrored walls. Calm, collected, pai

ened, i stepped i

Luxury.

behind him like a crown of light. Tall, sharp lines, c

right away. He

e low and smooth like aged whis

g clear: I didn't agree to any of this. Whatever de

finally

the,I literally forgot i

so intense it felt like gravity bent toward h

e said quietly, walking toward

lse hammering. "You t

me, and when he spoke again,

I think I a

ot from fear-but fr

eat. That ma

s gaze. Hated that part of me wanted to

gaze sliding down to my

thing more. But don't mistake

ady. "Then you should've pick

ed-barely. "Where'

ack leather chairs by the flo

p the CEO routine. I'm not

amused. "No, you're not. The

Then I'm definitel

d rich. "Good. I was hop

t-graceful, but defiant. "So let'

ecause your last name is still worth something... barely. Because your f

need a wife, or

. "You're smart. That's both in

e me around in designer gowns, smile for the cameras, and in return

ile because you'll want to. And you'll keep your mouth

loud, not shouted, but dangerous. There was a chill in

e easily," i

loser. "Fear is boring. But ob

want obedience? Then give me a r

irk. He leaned in just enough for m

t touched

se stu

nued, voice low and silk-smooth. "And

ath hitched. Hated

my skin like a promise. "You keep looking at me like

ckled. My p

h me, Damien... and I'll show you h

but his eyes did. A flicker o

ood didn't know whether he'd just claimed his gre