“You'll never carry my heir.” Damian said, with all seriousness and no hint of play or joke. He stood before the huge window, hands tucked in his pockets, shoulders squared inside a neatly tailored suit. The city looked busy and colorful, but his eyes? They were colder than the skyline. Gray and glacial, they fixed on the glass as if New York was an opponent he refused to bow to. On the sofa, Vanessa Hart froze. Her bright red painted lips parted, just enough to betray the surprise. She had come here, certain of her ability, certain that her looks, her curves and confidence were things he had never resisted and wouldn't resist. But his words, sharp, deliberate, hurtful. Her lashes lowered and her face fell, disappointment flickered across her face, hiding her wounded pride. When she lifted them again, her eyes glittered with determination and something harder. A slow smile curved her mouth, practiced and dangerous. “Never?” she repeated, her voice husky and shaky. She rose with e
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