Damon POV

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I walked out on Vivienne with her taste still on my tongue, sharp and sweet, like something I shouldn’t want. The hallway felt quiet, too quiet, just my heartbeat thumping. I told myself the kiss was smart, a way to stop her questions, to show who’s in charge. But it felt wrong, like a lie. My hand remembered her waist and how she softened for a second before getting mad.

I immediately pushed the thoughts away, jaw tight, and went through the doors to my office only to ...