Chapter 30

• /HIS POV/
• "Damon," She whispered, voice cracked and rough. "We have got to move; we're going to waste—"
• The CEO lifted his head, blinking awake. In the tenderness of the early morning and her delicately drunken state, Mia looked so beautiful – if he were the writing type Damon could have written sonnets about her. Atleast tried to. The way her loose strands framed her face, the straight line of her nose, those gorgeous plush lips. He reached up to push some of her hair behind her ear and felt his heart constrict.