Chapter 21

Cassie POV

Damian's kiss was nice, but I guess I have been watching way too many romantic movies where the first kiss between the couple results in fireworks, because a part of me had been expecting a toe curling kiss... and it just wasn't.

There was still that fizzle of electricity between us, but I can't say that I was overwhelmed by his kiss.

I thought about it on the drive home, wondering why I didn't react to him even though I was attracted to him, and the only reason I came up with was Vasilios.

Fucking Vasilios.

I clambered into bed as the sun was just starting to rise on the horizon, only to be rudely awakened an hour later by my ringing phone.

“Hello?” I croaked into the phone, my eyes still closed.

“You're a stripper?” Eliana's angry voice made my sit up in bed.

“What?” I responded, trying to gather my thoughts enough to try and put together a plausible story.

“Don't bother trying to tell me otherwise, Cassie. Enzo spilled the beans on you. Interior designer my arse!”