[3rd POV—Damon] He watches Cara slip into her father’s car. Damon, on the other hand, had the impression that something was off.His mind is racing with a multitude of questions, and he knows Cara has them as well. That might be the reason why she went with him straight away without any reservations. “Fuck!” A loud crisp curse slipped through his lips as they sped up on the road and disappeared through the night.A series of staccato resounded in the background and soon it was followed by a familiar feminine questioning voice.“Damon, where is Cara?”He turns around and saw Felicity descending the patio steps, balancing on her heels while hugging her shawl tightly as the cold wind blows harder.Damon fixes his gaze intently on her thinking if he really does know the woman. He and Richard Davidson had been good friends in business for some time, and it never occurred to him that a man who seemed so friendly and approachable might be hiding a secret or a troubled history.His jaw clenc

[Cara] “I'm sorry,” I mumbled as I peeled myself away from him, suddenly feeling a little ashamed of what I did.“It’s okay, Cara,” he says, giving me a wide grin and a pat on my shoulder. “I perfectly understand where you're on.”I mask my despondency and wipe my tears with the heel of my palm, forcing a smile on my face before I cleared my throat and spoke.“So, please tell me everything I need to know,” I told him, clearing my countenance with any traces of sullenness and getting this frolicking over with.“Sure, please follow me.” Henry swept his arms and ushered me down the spacious corridor.The retinue of butlers trailed behind us and I did my best to ignore them and focus on what was ahead of me.Henry turns left by the end of the hallway and then we came to a black door. The butler that assisted me from the car earlier preceded us and swings the door open.“Thank you, Raul.” He nodded his head to his butler, however, just right as we were about to enter the room. Henry halted

[Cara]I was so angry I didn't realize that I had destroyed all the things inside Henry's office. The table’s a wreck, the chairs been upturned and one leg was broken. The stack of documents piled on the table scattered the floor, and shards of broken glasses hazardously littered the floor.“Cara, please calm down before you hurt yourself.” I snapped my vicious attention to Henry, glaring daggers at him. Honestly, I was surprised by his imperturbability, as though he wasn’t dealing with an unhinged woman who was on the verge of madness.Which, unfortunately, turns out to be me.He raises his hands in surrender, yet he keeps inching closer to me. “Let’s talk this over.”Is this man making me laugh? “Talk?” I scoffed, looking at him indignantly. He wanted to talk? If he did, he could have done it long before he discovered he had a long-lost twin brother and introduced himself to us. But no, he only chose to reveal himself when it was already too late. My dad died because of his stupid

[Cara] When I believed I had already gotten the hang of repressing my feelings, I found out otherwise. Damon was precisely like a wrecking ball, crashing through the thick walls I had built and reducing them to dust in the process. I pushed myself up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I turned my gaze around and noticed I was in an unfamiliar room. However, the manly scent that permeated my nostrils reminded me so much of him, and I immediately knew this room was his.Maybe one of his properties.I sigh, feeling the heaviness on my chest weighing me down. “I'm sorry.” The words just tumbled out of my mouth while in my head, chanting apologies for the foolishness railed in my thoughts. “I am so sorry.”How selfish could I have been? My gaze zeroed in on my fingers, fidgeting on my lap. They had already taken me out of my gown and changed me into a red satin night shift.A deep growl resonated in his chest as he hooked his index around my chin, tilting my head up. Dark eyes bu

[3rd POV—Damon]Damon watches Cara sleeps in his arms. The fact that she was snoring softly and appearing calm gave the impression that she was having a pleasant dream rather than one of the terrifying nightmares that had been tormenting her sleep for some time after the traumatic event. That there were no monsters chasing to touch her.The air was thick with the stale smell of after-sex, their naked bodies were entangled in a comfortable way, and both of their breathing was in perfect harmony. She was sprawled atop him, her breasts squished on his ribs. The side of her cheek pressed to his chest just above where his heart softly pounding. As though it was the last sound she was listening to that lulled her to sleep.Damon carefully cleared the golden tresses veiling on her beautiful face, his index trailing the fine bridge of her nose. Her eyes fluttered from his touch as though, even though, through her sleep, she could still recognize him. He stilled for a moment when she stirred,