Aria's POV
"Aria!" Damon's voice echoed through the boardroom as I gathered my things after the shareholders' meeting adjourned. My heart still fluttered from the whirlwind of vindication and justice. He crossed the room in long strides and pulled me into his arms.
"I'm so sorry," he murmured against my hair, voice thick with remorse. "I should never have doubted you."
I closed my eyes, leaning into the warmth of him. "You believed eventually."
He tilted my chin up, searching my eyes. "Not enough. I broke your trust—my fault. Let me make it up to you." He brushed his lips to my forehead. "Stay with me tonight. Let me take care of you."
My pulse leapt. The penthouse he'd offered months ago, the one I'd visited only briefly—I'd never stayed. "I… yes."
His grin was pure relief. "I'll drop Maya home, then take you upstairs. No work tonight."
