The morning after Damien’s surprise arrival, they barely left the hotel bed. But by midday, Damien had that familiar determined look in his eyes.“Enough of this hotel room,” he said, kissing Kai’s bare shoulder. “We have forty hours left before I fly back. I’m stealing you.”Two hours later, the midnight-blue G-Wagon was loaded with an overnight bag, and they were speeding out of Milan toward Lake Como. The Italian countryside unfolded around them rolling hills, ancient villages, and that impossible blue water sparkling in the distance. Damien drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Kai’s thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles over his jeans.“I rented a private villa,” Damien said, glancing over with a small smile. “Just us. No staff. No cameras. No merger bullshit for forty-eight hours. I want you all to myself.”Kai leaned back in the passenger seat, wind ruffling his messy brown hair, ice-blue eyes bright. “You really went all out, huh? First the car, now a private v
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