Shattered Fantasy

DAMIAN

The morning sun threw itself across my office in long golden slabs, and I let it have its moment because I was feeling magnanimous. Today was the day. Today Monica Dumont would walk into Roman Ashford's orbit dressed like a walking sin and he would swallow the hook so deep it would take surgery to remove, and by the time he surfaced for air, I would own every second of his humiliation. T