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Chapter 6 Damien completely lost it and moved into the beach house. Staff carried his stuff up and down the stairs while I sat on the couch with my coffee, stress-petting the cat until it looked genuinely concerned. After he finally slept, he came down in sweatpants and sat next to me. "What sounds good for dinner?" Preston. Obviously couldn't say that. "You pick." "Reserved us a table at that place on the water. The one with candles." He scratched the cat's head, then mine. Great. Should've left my hair greasy. I brightened. "You're so thoughtful.

Come help me find something to wear?" Dragged him to the closet. Opened it. Nurse outfit. Leather and lace. Bikini with accessories. Stuff I couldn't even name. He slammed it shut. "This is what you-what I-" "You bought all of it. Said I had the body for anything." I opened it again, holding things up. "The leather one came with chains somewhere. And this piece has a-" His face could've frozen hell over. Grabbed everything, threw it in the hall. Then, apparently worried someone might find it, went back and stuffed it all in garbage bags to personally destroy.

I flopped on the bed and looked at my nails. This green ombré was really working for me. We still went to dinner. Damien recovered. Even smiled at me across the table, pre-cut my steak like a gentleman. I wore a simple red dress, played the elegant wife. Except I definitely recognized that song. I excused myself. In the bathroom, someone caught me from behind. Hand over my eyes, face buried in my hair. "God, I missed you." Right. The piano player. Those hands knew their way around-teasing, pressing, working me over like I was his favorite song. "Stop." His arm locked tighter around my waist.

Mouth on my neck. "Say it back. "Tell me you missed me." "I missed you. So much." Why'd I end this one? Oh yeah. Stage-five clinger. His hands started moving. I stepped away. "Damien, I'm still hungry. Let me finish dinner." His name brought him back. Because he wasn't Damien. He was Adrian. When I returned, Damien had been sitting there a while. My dessert had melted into soup. Something glinted inside. I looked away fast, fixed my dress. "That was risky. Anyone could've walked in." Damien's face went stone. I widened my eyes. "What? Are you seriously upset? You started it.

Told me to stay quiet, then left without me. If anyone should be mad-" His expression turned lethal. He stood. Walked out. Stopped at the door. Looked back like he wanted to say something. His eyes held guilt, something almost broken, and barely contained rage. I fished the ring out of the melted ice cream. Perfect size. Flagged down a waiter. "Can you return this? I'll take half the refund." (0) 940 (0) Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter.

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