Aria Sterling quickly turned away, facing the car window to avoid looking at him.
'That damn Damian Xavier! He's insane!'
But his gaze held a new depth, a tenderness that seemed completely out of character for him.
Aria gave her head a shake, trying to banish the unrealistic thoughts.
As Aria's mind reeled with chaotic thoughts about her entanglement with Damian, the car arrived at his house.
This wasn't his family's ancestral home, but one of Damian's own properties. Aria had only been here a few times.
Damian carried her straight out of the car. Under the surprised gazes of the servants who came to greet them, he went directly to the second-floor bedroom and tossed her onto his king-size bed.
"Aria Sterling, don't even think about running away again."
Her brow furrowed, her expression turning grim.
"Damian Xavier, do you have to push me like this? Do you find this amusing?" Aria's voice was dead serious, her gaze filled with undisguised hatred.
