Ofelia’s POV
I stared at Damien’s email for way too long, the single cold sentence glowing on my phone screen.
“Be in my office at 7:00 a.m. sharp. Don’t be late.” I grumbled under my breath, “Impossible man,” and tossed the phone onto the bed. He couldn’t even add a ‘please’ or ‘good night.’ Just orders, like always.
I got ready for bed slowly, washing my face and brushing my teeth on autopilot. The shopping bags from earlier sat neatly in the corner, a reminder of the nice day with Mom. For a few minutes, I let myself forget about Damien completely. I picked up a book from the shelf, hoping the story would pull me away from reality. But every time I tried to focus on the words, my mind wandered back to him—his deep voice giving commands, the way his strong arms had caught me so effor
