DAMIEN'S POV - The Weekend
Damien spent the weekend in hell.
Not the productive kind of hell where he buried himself in work and emerged with solutions. The useless kind where he paced his study, drank too much scotch, and replayed Friday night on an endless loop.
Aria's face when he'd kissed her in that bathroom. The desperate way she'd kissed him back. The devastation in her eyes when he'd told her to go back to Marcus
Her text: I'm close. I'm so close.
To breaking. To giving up. To walking away from him forever.
And the thought of losing her....really, truly losing her....was unbearable.
Julian had called Saturday afternoon.
"How are you holding up?"
"I'm not."
"Good. Because you shouldn't be. What you did Friday was insane. Following her to the restaurant, cornering her in the bathroom, kissing her and then pushing her away...."
"I know. I'm a bastard."
