The penthouse suite of Blackwood Club had one rule on Wednesday nights.No one enters, no exceptions.Caleb Morgan knew this better than anyone. He had worked for Damon Blackwood for six years, and in those six years he had never once violated that rule. He understood what Wednesday nights meant.So when the penthouse door opened at half past ten, Damon Blackwood walked in looking unsteady. Caleb was already on his feet before he could understand what he was seeing.Damon was not the kind of man who ever looked weak. In six years, Caleb had never seen him lose control.But tonight was different.His black shirt was open at the collar, showing part of his neck and collarbone. His breathing was heavy and uneven.His eyes were red and burning, but his face was still cold. He was clearly struggling, but he was trying hard not to show it.Two bodyguards came in behind him. They looked at Damon, then at each other, unsure whether they should help him or stay back.“Damon…” Caleb stepped for
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