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CHAPTER 92 ARIEL

The toy.

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Stretching on the bed, I yawned. I noticed Damon wasn’t on the bed. I reached out for my phone to check the time, and it was 10 a.m. He’d probably gone to work. The regret I anticipated last night came rushing in. I sat on the bed—my knees to my chest—already weak and tired.

“Morning sunshine,” Damon greeted, leaning shirtless on the door frame.

My body jerked and my gaze shifted to him. My eyes lingered on his body, admiring every contour of his sculpted body.

Quickly, I turned my face away as I felt my face turn crimson and hugged my body tighter.

“Breakfast is ready; come on.” Damon pulled me from the bed and led me to the kitchen.

I settled in the dining room, and he sat next to me. The butler placed the breakfast—pancakes, omelets, and hot dogs—before us.

Damon opened the juice, filled my cup, and then dug into his food.

Slowly, I stuffed my mouth. My thoughts were still heavy in my mind. Every action, every glance, and every accidental touch only immersed my heart
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