Céline.

She was wearing a baby blue chiffon shirt with a plain black pencil skirt. She held a pencil in one hand and a tray in the other. Her sea blue eyes melted the conviction in Damien's mind, completely.

He couldn't resist this woman.

She was so effortlessly beautiful and without doing anything, she caused a lot of things to happen in his body. The moment he saw her, his cock twitched as if acknowledging her presence.

Thousands of Saturday nights at the strip club was not going to wipe the connection between them.

"Did you do all these?" Damien's voice sounded oddly like a stranger's voice, it was hoarse...