Meanwhile, Damon passed through the doorway. Arabella watched as Damon vanished through the doorway, her heart pounding with an unspoken tension. Outside, his figure loomed, casting a shadow over the threshold as he turned back to her. "Goodnight, Arabella," his voice was smooth, but there was an underlying intensity.
"Goodnight, Mr. Banks," Arabella's response was steady, but inside, her nerves crackled with a raw energy that begged to be unleashed.
A smirk played at the corners of Damon's lips. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he sauntered towards the waiting car, his every movement dripping with an irresistible allure.
"I am sorry for wasting your time here," Arabella's words hung in the air.
Damon halted in his tracks, his gaze piercing as he turned back to her, a potent mixture
