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Kiara's POV

We didn't go to the restaurant we went to before. We didn't go to a restaurant at all.

Damien took me to a properly maintained hillside that could have doubled as a tourist attraction with its immaculately maintained grass, the well-placed lighting and the stunning view. He hired a chef and attendant to bring us our meals when we summoned them with a bell.

For someone who was so gruff and friendly, he could think up the most romantic settings for a date.

I gazed at him enthralled, he was exceptionally good-looking tonight with his hazel eyes glimmering an almost golden hue, his dark hair slicked back and his blue suit giving all it needed to.

My heart skipped a beat from meeting his gaze.

"You need to stop taking me on dates like these, Damien."

He looked at me over the food between us on a well-spread table.

"Why not?"

I idly twirled a lock of hair around my finger as I sought the words to explain how I felt.

"I might begin to have unrealistic expectations of you."

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