The music pulsed through the sprawling mansion like a heartbeat—slow, heavy, and sensual. Bodies moved on the makeshift dance floor, glittering with sweat and temptation under the low amber lights. But none of it mattered to Cassie. Because the only thing she could see was him.
Damien Blackwood stood across the room, towering in his tailored black suit, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, his chiseled jaw tight, eyes scanning the crowd—until they locked with hers.
Her breath caught.
He hadn’t seen her since Christmas. Back when she was still wearing oversized sweaters and hiding curves that had now come alive under the silk of her crimson dress. She wasn’t Daddy’s little girl anymore. And she wasn’t just his godda
