Ava’s POV

Monday morning arrived like a punch to the gut.

Not because I didn’t want to go to work—no. I loved my job. I loved pitching ideas, presenting campaigns, brainstorming with the team. I even loved the grind.

But I didn’t know how to walk into the office and pretend that Damien Cross hadn’t tied me up, blindfolded me, and made me come so hard I forgot my name just two nights ago.

And I definitely didn’t know how to sit through meetings while he stood at the front ...