Dami’s POV

“I need to get to the office early,” I said, adjusting my blazer in front of the mirror. I went back to my room after the Sophia drama.

Doman leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was soft but possessive. “So will I see you tonight?” he asked against my lips, voice low.

“I’ll let you know,” I murmured, trying to sound casual, though his closeness made it hard to think.

He smirked. “You always say that.”

“Because you like the chase,” I replied, ...