เข้าสู่ระบบDamon’s POVI lift Millicent’s hair away from her neck and carefully fasten the clasp of the necklace. She holds her hair up for me while I make sure the chain is secured.“There,” I murmur, letting the pendant fall into place.Her fingers move over the piece. The diamond catches the light as she turns her head, and I watch her expression change when she gets a proper look at it.Some of the weight on my chest lifts when I see her shocked expression. It’s already been a few days since Dom’s bombshell, and I still feel conflicted.“Damon.” She turns around, eyes narrowing at me. “How much did this cost?”I slip my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “Happy birthday, baby.”She looks at me for a moment before reaching up to cup my face. “Thank you.”I lower my head and kiss her, taking my time with it. Her arms circle my neck, and I smile against her lips when she rises onto her toes to meet me halfway. I could spend the entire morning right here, but unfortunately, we hav
Millicent’s POVDamon doesn’t say a single real sentence the whole way home.He just sits there staring out the window with his jaw so tight I’m surprised his teeth haven’t cracked. Every time I open my mouth to ask what’s wrong he shuts me down with a single word.It makes my pulse jump every time. He’s never spoken to me like this. If it’s not “fine”, it’s “later”.That’s all I get. I glance at Aaron in the rearview mirror and he gives me this tiny look like he’s seen him like this before and knows better than to poke the bear. I sit back and shut up for the rest of the drive, but my stomach is in knots. Whatever happened in that office with Dominguez has him deep in thought. I just hope he rejected the suggestion.We walk into the penthouse in silence, and I’m already hungry again. I drop my bag by the door, ready to just head up and run him a bath before finding something to eat.I turn his way, removing my earrings. “I’ll run you a—“.His mouth crashes into mine hard enou
Millicent’s POVIt’s already been an hour since Damon disappeared with Mr. Dominguez. Most of the guests have left, and I’ve been sitting with Eleanor and Passion.Eleanor is kind of nice. She talks too much though. She’d get along with Nina, even though she hasn’t been gossiping. Just talking about college and boys with smelly armpits. Her friend is another story. I haven’t heard her say a single word since most of the guests left about half an hour ago.I honestly don’t see how they’re friends. They are totally opposites. Eleanor is a fashion major, and even the way she’s dressed says it all, while Passion is in an oversized T-shirt like she’s trying to hide her figure.Eleanor suddenly gets up. “I need to pee. Passion, talk to Milly so she doesn’t think we’re boring.”Passion looks up, startled. “What? Why me?”“Because you’re funny when you actually open your mouth.” Eleanor squeezes her shoulder. “And we’re the only people here.”Passion looks at me, and I see something i
Dominguez nods, clearly amused. “Ah. The forbidden fruit.”Milly’s cheeks pink as he leads us inside. The place is already full. I know most of the faces Dom plays with. I’m mostly alright with his made men because I respect any man who built himself. It’s the spoon-fed brats I don’t like.Especially his eldest son, Bobby. Compared to him, I’d rather do business with his middle brother.Elliot is standing near the fireplace with a glass in his hand. He looks over when we walk in. Same hard eyes as his father. Same stiff posture. We’ve done enough business over the years to know exactly where we stand with each other. Both the respect and the dislike are mutual. Still, he’s a better businessman than his brother.Dominguez makes the rounds with us, introducing Millicent as if she’s just another detail. She remains quiet and polite. Doesn’t seem bothered by the eyes around the table. We’ve been the talk of the internet so much I doubt anybody here doesn’t already know our story.We’
I slowly round the corner leading to my office. Her face lifts from the computer and her eyes narrow. The disappointed look almost burns, but not as much as seeing her getting dragged did.“Got the date for the DNA hea—” I start, but she cuts me off.“Don’t you dare.” Her voice is hard. “You made Yelena do that, didn’t you?”I shake my head. “She’s a consenting adult.”She throws a roll of toilet paper at me. “Damon. Haven’t you done enough?”I tilt my head to the side. She must be crazy or high. “All this, for Yelena?”She scratches her nose. “Are you going to be so cruel to me if we ever fall out?”“Babe,” is all I say.She points at me. “You’re a meanie.”I almost chuckle. “Only to people who are mean to me, and to my people.”I keep walking until I’m right in front of her desk. She stands up like she’s ready to keep arguing.“Yelena is a big girl,” I say.“You forced her to stand there and humiliate herself just so people would stop calling me a homewrecker.”I step a
Damon’s POVCharles got me thirty-three percent of Finch Industries shares within two days. Danny refuses to give up his seven. The others were way too eager to sell, but it still doesn’t satisfy me. And it won’t for as long as Ciara will inherit sixty percent once the transfer is done.Dad sure knew how to cook that one. He’d give me two years after his death, to stay married for a year within that two years, and I’d wasted the first year being pissed at him to bother finding a play-wife.Millicent’s sitting at her desk when I walk out of my office to go down to the press conference. She still won’t take time off. Stubborn as hell. I put security on her anyway. Two men rotating. She acts like they’re invisible. I let her.Nina is the only one in this whole place who treats her normal. Loud little thing. Defends her in the break room without breaking sweat.“Hey,” she says, looking up from her computer as I approach.She’s gotten plumper over the last couple of weeks. It’s making it ha







