The soft glow of her laptop was the only light in the room. Everything else—lamps, curtains, the giant flat-screen—was drowned in darkness, just how Amani liked it when she was thinking.
Or in this case…..stalking.
Her manicured fingers danced over the trackpad, zooming in on the grainy photo of her. Chloe.
There she was again. Smiling up at Damien like he'd given her the moon. Her hair curled over one shoulder, her laugh caught mid-frame, hand pressed to his chest like she belonged there.
Amani tilted her head, with a soft click she saved the image.
Then another—Damien's arm around Chloe's waist at some gala. The caption beneath read:
"A power couple in business — if we've ever seen one."
She scoffed. Power couple?
She zoomed in on Damien's face. He looked... happy. That familiar grin. That damn dimple. She hadn't seen it in years—hadn't been allowed to see it.
