ANNABEL

He walks me towards the car, and fuck, my breath literally catches. Four different huge cars are parked in the side lanes—it looks like a damn convoy and the thought that all this belongs to Damon sends shivers racing down my spine.

"You own all this?"

I ask, and he smiles—a genuine smile that makes my stomach do flips.

"Yes, I own them all."

He says, his hands tightening around my waist as he pushes open this ridiculously fancy car door. I walk into the front seat and my jaw ...