Chapter 80
Because I knew... you would become mine.
Those words had been echoing in Amelia’s head all morning like a broken record. No matter how hard she tried to shake them off, they clung to her. The way his breath lingered on her ear, the soft touch of his lips against her skin.
"Amelia, are you even listening?" Damien said, snapping her back to reality.
She blinked, slightly dazed, then offered an apologetic smile. "I’m sorry."
Damien raised an eyebrow. "You’ve been zoning out all morning. What’s got you so distracted?"
"Nothing important," she lied quickly as she adjusted the hem of her sleeve.
She wasn’t about to tell him that her every thought was consumed by a man whose gaze alone could melt her resolve. If she had known she’d spend the entire day spacing out and daydreaming about him in five-second intervals, she would have stayed in bed—and probably curled into Kai’s chest, warm and content.
Damien sighed, not believing her one bit, and turned the monitor toward her. "We finalized the edit on the ad. Tell me what you think."
Amelia watched the footage in silence. The ad played, and Alice lay at the center of the screen, on a bed of roses, her eyes wide and inviting, her lips curved into a subtle, innocent smile that slowly bled into temptation as she picked up a rose and placed it on her lips. She was the perfect contradiction, soft and sultry, sweet and sinful. A living paradox.
"What do you think?" Damien asked, watching her reaction carefully.
Amelia leaned forward, chin resting lightly on her knuckles as she observed. "It’s good. The transitions are clean, the background music fits the mood... and Alice," she paused, "she really pulls it off. That balance between seduction and innocence. it’s hard to portray both without seeming forced, but she does it effortlessly."