A prenatal skin care treatment wasn't a small expense for the average person, let alone having someone come to the house for it.
Clearly, money meant nothing to Damien Sterling; luxurious living was his norm.
But Emma Hart didn't quite like the word 'home' as used by Damien Sterling.
Here? How could this place ever be considered a home?
In Emma Hart's eyes, a home was a sanctuary of mutual affection, warmth, and love.
Yet, this place bore no resemblance to such words; it was merely her cage.
Sterling Group.
Damien Sterling's phone rang, his personal line, mostly used by his circle of friends.
Without looking up, Damien's hand fumbled beneath the stack of documents to find his phone, his eyes never leaving the contract.
His ability to read rapidly and multitask without error was a skill he'd mastered over time.
