Celeste's POV Damien stopped inches away from me. He was so tall I had to tilt my head back to see him. He smelled of Tom Ford Oud Wood."You're shaking," he murmured."I'm fine, sir," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Would you like a drink?"He didn't answer. Instead, he reached out, his fingers were warm as they brushed against the skin of my wrist, his thumb pressing firmly against my pulse. He felt my heart racing, felt the fear and the fire I had spent a lifetime hiding."Howard," Damien called out, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Damien?" Howard hurried over, sweat beading on his forehead. "Is there a problem with the service? I’ll have her replaced immediately…""This girl," Damien interrupted, his voice dropping into a dangerous, sharp edge. "What is her name?"Margaret rushed over, her face twisted in an ugly sneer. "She’s nobody, Mr. Chen. Just a girl we took in out of charity. Her n
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