Chapter 3

I opened my mouth, but the words died in my throat.

"What? Is Jean-Georges canceled?"

He frowned at the empty dining table.

Every Tuesday, I booked his favorite Michelin-starred restaurant.

I just stared at him in silence.

Damian dropped his briefcase.

He walked straight into his home office.

Through the heavy oak door, I heard him typing.

Then came the low murmur of a phone call.

I knew it was Chloe.

We used to fight about her all the time.

He always turned it around on me.

"Ava, we share a bed every night."

"If it's a real emergency, call my assistant."

"Chloe is different. We have a nine-figure deal on the table."

"You want me to lose millions just to babysit your feelings?"

His 'Wall Street efficiency' was a weapon.

It always shut me up.

I rubbed my temples and retreated to the bedroom.

When I came back out, the private chef was finishing up.

There was only one plate on the long dining table.

He didn't even order for me.