Kayla
"No!" the word slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. The room went silent.
"Yes," Olivia said, her voice smooth and fake. "Me and my darling Kayla go way back." She gave me a look that was meant to remind me exactly where I stood—under her heel.
Damien had a strange look on his face. I couldn't tell if he was angry or just observing, but he didn't say a word.
Arthur smiled at Damien. "This is my daughter. She wanted to consult with you personally for the new house she wants to build."
Olivia got up from her chair. She walked slowly around the table, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. She reached out to shake Damien’s hand, leaning in a bit too close. "I’m a huge fan of what you do, Mr. Blackwood," she purred.
"Thank you," Damien said, his voice flat. He pulled h
