Ava’s POV
The next morning, I expected everything to feel different.
And it did. Just… not in the way I feared.
Damien sent a car to pick me up for work. Not flashy, not loud—just quiet privilege. Inside, a single note sat on the leather seat.
You’re brilliant. Last night was just the beginning. – D.
My heart flipped. I bit my lip, smiling like a giddy teenager.
But by the time I walked into the building, heels clicking across the tile floor, Damien Cross was back in CEO mode—sharp suit, unreadable expression, focused gaze. He nodded once during the meeting, barely glancing my way.
The tension returned—but now it felt like foreplay. A secret world we both belonged to.
By the time Friday rolled around, I was buzzing with anticipation. He hadn’t texted me since the note. I thought ma
