Abby I slump against the plush window of the luxury bus, the rain streaking down outside matching my gloomy mood. Prince Damon spared no expenses with our own personal bus to take me and my staff to the estate, with plush seats, snacks, fresh coffee, and even free wifi. I should be relaxed right n
Abby I slump against the plush window of the luxury bus, the rain streaking down outside matching my gloomy mood. Prince Damon spared no expenses with our own personal bus to take me and my staff to the estate, with plush seats, snacks, fresh coffee, and even free wifi. I should be relaxed right n
Abby The bus finally lurches to a stop after what feels like forever, and I take a deep, steadying breath as I peer out the fogged window. Despite my lingering nausea and the sadness still clouding my mood after last night, awe rises in my chest as I take in the enormous, sprawling mansion that’
When we get to an ornately carved door, Edgar gives me an encouraging smile. “Go right in, miss. Best of luck with the meeting.” Before I can overthink it, I slip inside. Compared to everything else I’ve seen so far, Prince Damon’s study is rather understated: just gleaming wood, a massive desk, w
Abby When I return to the lavish quarters where my staff and I will be staying, a sense of organized chaos envelops me; John and Anton are already playing an intense game of foosball, Daisy and Ethan are bickering over which movie to watch, popcorn is popping in the mini kitchen, and Chloe appears
“Abby…” There it is. Karl’s familiar, gravelly voice fills the room over the speaker. Just hearing him say my name makes my heart jolt in my chest. I should hang up and delete this voicemail rather than listen to it, but for so many reasons, I don’t move to do it. Maybe it’s because I want to hurt
Abby I settle into the chair across from Damon at the intimate, candlelit table set up on the balcony. Despite the romantic ambience, I try to remind myself that this is just a business dinner; even though my skin still burns from where his lips brushed against my knuckles. Damon smiles inviting
When the plates are cleared and we linger over a cheese board, I realize with a jolt that we haven’t discussed the upcoming event at all yet. I straighten in my seat. “Damon, maybe we should talk specifics about next week’s gala?” I prompt. “I’d like to go over the guest list one more time, the se