Cindy’s POV
This was Damian. Damian fuckking Thorne.
The same infuriating basttard who’d spent years driving me insane in every way except this one.
When he finally hooked the towel around his waist, I wrenched my eyes away as fast as I could.
He swam to the pool’s edge and hauled himself out in one smooth motion, water streaming off him in rivulets that caught the sun, every inch of him looking like temptation carved in bronze.
He turned, holding out a hand. “Come on, Cindy. Let’s get you out of that dress before it gives me a heart attack.”
I didn’t take his hand.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
So why was every nerve in my body begging me to?
His smirk sharpened, the kind that made my pulse stutter.
“That means I’ll have to get you out myself.”
“Don’t you dare lay your fil
