DAMIAN’S POV
[ Flashback: An hour ago]
“Yo, Vicky, hold up—can I steal you for a sec?” I called, stepping into the boutique’s waiting area with a little paper bag dangling from my hand.
Vicky shot Cindy a quick instruction before strutting toward me, her ponytail swinging side to side with every step.
I dropped down into the couch, crossed one leg over the other, and leaned back like I owned the place. My elbow hooked on the backrest, temple resting against my fist, that signature, pants-dropping smile already on my face.
Yeah, the one women usually hate themselves for loving.
She stopped right in front of me, hands on hips.
“Yo, Damian, what’s up? You good?”
“Sit.” I tapped the cushion next to me.
She arched a brow but plopped down anyway.
Smart girl.
I turned, let my gaze dra
