Ava’s POV
Monday morning arrived like a punch to the gut.
Not because I didn’t want to go to work—no. I loved my job. I loved pitching ideas, presenting campaigns, brainstorming with the team. I even loved the grind.
But I didn’t know how to walk into the office and pretend that Damien Cross hadn’t tied me up, blindfolded me, and made me come so hard I forgot my name just two nights ago.
And I definitely didn’t know how to sit through meetings while he stood at the front of the room in his perfect tailored suit, giving nothing away, like he hadn’t whispered filthy promises into my ear while thrusting into me until I broke apart.
I wore my favorite black blazer and high-waisted skirt combo. Professional. Sharp. Untouchable.
But the second he walked past me in the hallway and let his h
