The morning sunlight streamed through the penthouse windows, gilding the marble floors in gold. Damian Blackwell, billionaire heir to the Blackwell dynasty, stood in his suit jacket, one hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around a glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched. His mind wasn’t on the drink. It was on her.

He had only met her a week ago… briefly and unexpectedly…but that single encounter had etched itself into him like a burn. Her laughter, soft and unguarded, had chased him even into his dreams. He wasn’t the type to believe in love at first sight, but here he was, sending for her as though his future depended...