"As you are well aware, we're not confined to any one sector. Our reach spans agriculture, communication, industry," he swept his gaze around the table, "And our ambition knows no bounds. We sought a project that could revolutionize across the board. Hence, we initiated a campaign, inviting smaller, forward-thinking companies to propose ventures for collaboration with Valiant East," he pressed on. "From the multitude of submissions, each meticulously scrutinized, selecting just one wasn't an easy task. Our board labored tirelessly amidst a deluge of proposals," his eyes now fixed on Arabella, "Yet we unearthed the gem. The long-distance communication device from Phantom Group."Applause rippled through the room, directed at Mason, the presumed architect of the project. Unbeknownst to them, it was Arabella's genius at work. Mason rose. "Mr. Banks, I extend my gratitude for the consideration," he continued, his words filled with self-importance. Arabella's attention waned, her focus

Arabella even looked for signs of sarcasm, which was Damon's trademark, but found none. He was serious. And in that moment, she forgot about her marriage, about Mason, and about her mother-in-law. The impact of the moment spoke louder."Life hasn't been easy for me. I made bad choices because I did not have options. I took care of people who did not deserve it, and God knows how I was stabbed..." Arabella confided."A toast to broken hearts," Damon raised his glass symbolically."You do not even have a heart," she joked, trying to make the moment less personal."Oh... I do, and you just hurt it."Whether the woman liked it or not, the relationship with Damon could never be intimate. Involving their bodies would be appropriate, perhaps even inevitable. But their hearts had to be preserved. There was no safe way for them to relate."Tell me about you. I swear I won't publish an article about your cat's ancestors," Arabella requested.Damon smiled before replying, and the beautiful woman

"Yeah?""Let's dance, babe. Your gloominess is bringing me down," he said, already getting up before she could decline.Of course, Arabella wasn't having her best days. It seemed like every aspect of her life was crumbling. But she allowed herself to be happy for one night. For one night, Mason was far away and could not punish her.Arabella did not refuse; she loved to dance. In fact, that was one of her qualities. Years ago, in her childhood, the beautiful woman had been a dancer. She would have loved to continue, maybe even made it her profession. However, as always, past disputes always haunted her, and she had to marry to save the family.Leaving their drinks on the table, Will and his friend made their way to the dance floor, joining the sweaty, energetic bodies. It did not take long for them to get into the groove too, moving as if they were choreographing a dance. It was a beautiful sight. Will and Arabella had synchronization, rhythm, connection, passion. She was pure sensu

The day began in Damon's office as soon as the first ray of sunlight painted the sky. The man sat behind his desk, working diligently, but his mind was elsewhere. He recalled the events of the previous night, how he had seen Arabella on the dance floor, looking stunning, how he had felt anger at the man touching her, how he had felt desire kissing her...And then, he felt a chill run down his spine as he remembered her words, declaring that their one-night affair had come to an end. Damon had never been rejected before. All women seemed to willingly succumb to his charm.So why not Arabella? Was it because of Mason Donovan?Banks was still behind his desk, working as diligently as he could on a typical day, when he received a call from his secretary."Mr. Banks, Spencer Davis is here to see you," the woman informed him.Spencer Davis was a detective who had been tailing Damon for years. Davis was well-known in the city for investigating large fortunes. This wasn't Spencer's first vi

The man's tranquil face showed that he was in a moment of relaxation, far from all the power that surrounded him at other times."Hi," Arabella felt she should say something. In fact, she could barely take her eyes off his face. "Hi, Arabella," his husky voice thundered, as if they were in the midst of a storm. Arabella grew weak in the same second, and her legs needed a lot of effort not to fail her.Damon leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. He had enough experience with women to know that his body was a charm difficult to quench. The man observed the woman at his door. A woman of medium stature and stratospheric beauty."I would like to apologize for earlier. I shouldn't have thrown myself at you," she regained her posture, just not to seem completely shaken while he was perfectly fine, in the center of his own universe.Damon stepped away from the doorframe, making room for the pretty to enter his dimly lit apartment. She walked into the space, the living room, an