CHAPTER 67:How Will Your Father Feel?

DAMIAN

The heavy oak doors groaned as I pushed into my office, already tasting the bitter calm of solitude I craved. But the moment I stepped inside, I froze.

She was here.

Valentina.

Naked, sprawled in the dim light of my office like temptation itself, her body gleaming as if she had been waiti...

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