When I reached Damien’s penthouse, the thought of him had already set my body aflame, a slow, relentless heat pooling deep inside me. The building’s security didn’t bother with questions anymore—I was no stranger here. His world had opened its doors to me, and I moved through it like I belonged… even if a small voice in my head whispered otherwise.

Thompson, his ever-composed housekeeper, met me in the foyer. “He’s upstairs, Miss,” he said with a polite nod. I thanked him and ...