Damian's POV

“I don’t want anyone else near you. Not now. Not ever.”

They hung in the air, heavier than the silence that had filled Evelyn’s room moments before. Damian stood at the edge of her bed, his fists clenched at his sides, watching her eyes widen at the confession. He hadn’t meant to say it. He never lost control of his words. Not in the boardroom. Not in his father’s presence. Not with women.

But Evelyn wasn’t like anyone else.

Her lips parted slightly, but no sound ...