The city stretched beneath the glass tower, golden lights shimmering through the night like scattered embers. Calla stood on the balcony of the hotel suite, clutching the railing as cool wind tangled through her hair. Her body still ached with the memory of his hands, the way he moved inside her, the way he whispered her name like he owned it.
She’d sworn that night would be the last. She’d said the same thing after the first time. And the second. But Damon had a way of pulling her past every promise she made to herself. Now the war between their companies felt like a fragile disguise.
Her phone buzzed against the small table behind her. She didn’t have to look to know who it was.
Damon: Board meeting. Eight a.m. My floor. Don’t be late.
No explanation. No question. Just a command.
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