Regret Came Too Late

Once Selene finished explaining the situation, Damien glanced down, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Doesn't sound hard. So, what do I get out of it?"

Selene knew what he meant. There was no use pretending. Rubbing her temples, she asked, "What do you want?"

"You. In my bed." Damien's voice was low. It was like he had been waiting for this.

Selene froze in place. There were still moments she couldn't believe this was the same Damien she had grown up with. They had grown up together like siblings, and she had never seen this coming. She had always seen him as a little brother.

When had he stopped being that? When did he get so bold, so filthy with his words?

But for Grace's sake, she didn't have many options. And honestly, it wouldn't be the first time.

"I'll be at your place tonight."

Since the day Selene ended things, she hadn't set foot in the Jensen residence again. Later on, Damien packed up and bought a villa of his own, and she hadn't been there either.

Damien's eyes went red the moment he heard her answer. He didn't know what changed her mind, but just hearing her agree made something blaze inside him.

He texted her his address immediately. With the way Selene had been avoiding him like the plague, he was sure she didn't even know where he lived now. That thought alone made his blood boil.

She was the one to cross the line first, so why did he end up being the one treated like something dirty?

Selene didn't even know where he lived now, not until that address came through.

She had been avoiding him for years now. Without the Jensen family tie binding them, they had no reason to run into each other. Anything she knew about him came through secondhand gossip from the rich.

up outside the villa, she sent a quick

reply, Selene sent

a given. Selene had always

Ms. Jensen. If you tell me to move, I'm already gone,"

rang the bell. Footsteps echoed quickly toward

of a meeting. Once the call ended, he walked out right

he saw Selene, his face lit up. He pulled her in and

dominant beauty. But now, she turned

"Make your call first."

her shirt with one hand while using the other to dial the number for the police station. He rattled off a few words, then tossed the phone aside and

hit the bed with a soft bounce, staring wide-eyed as Damien unbuttoned his shirt. Each step he took forward thickened the tension in

was a drunken disaster, and they had never

at her like she was the only thing in the world, and

came to business, even when handling flirtatious men. However, when it came to Damien, she never quite knew

her. Selene took a deep breath, gave up resisting, and muttered, "Cover

her chin tightly. "You really can't stand looking at me,

She frowned. "Damien!"

finish, he leaned down and kissed her

"I want

face flushed red,

men but she had never crossed the line like this-especially not with Damien. She turned

"Look at me, Selene."

eyes. Her posture was still and resigned;

clumsy and confused. They had both been drunk,