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"You might think..." the woman began, but she was interrupted.

"I can assure it."

Damon approached Arabella, but she stepped back. Regaining her composure and quickly putting some distance between them, she felt intimidated. At this stage of the game, she knew it would only be a matter of opportunity until she surrendered completely, and the last thing she wanted was to have Eleonor tormenting her life for discovering her weakness: Damon Banks.

"How many times did I give in to your advances?" the woman raised her chin slightly, with confidence and a hint of audacity.

The storage room was relatively spacious, but it felt cramped as he walked the few steps separating him from Arabella. The man wanted to say something, however, feeling that perfume that he had stored in his mind was like applying amnesia to his brain.

Every inch of proximity was poisonous; a dose that would not leave them sober anytime soon.

"None," she said, taking his silence as an answer.

Arabella did not flinch when