Chapter 8

Her mind raced, trying to find an escape route before Damien connected the dots and realised her involvement in the scandalous article.

Guilt gnawed at her conscience, but she couldn't bring herself to face his anger and disappointed.

"Uhm, thank you and, sorry for bumping into you," Melissa stammered, her voice tinged with unease.

She hastily straightened her posture but kept her head low. "Thanks for catching me."

Damien released his hold on her but remained close, his presence both intimidating and alluring.

"You're welcome," he replied, his voice low husky. "Be more careful next time."

Melissa tried to slip away before the man realised who she was.

But Damien did recognized her.

He recognised her from the same citrusy shampoo she used, and the fact that he wasn't repulsed by the brief physical contact with a woman.

Then he smelled the alcohol on her breath, which somehow irked him.

He furrowed his brow, his piercing gaze cutting through her like a knife.

Melissa swallowed hard, br