He grabbed Damiano’s hand as soon as his sister let go of him and entwined their fingers together.
A year ago, Damiano would have never done such a thing. “Eloise,” Damiano said, pecking her on the cheek. Damiano deserved all the love in the world. He knew Damiano loved the affection and the adoration-he greedily soaked it up, no matter what he might claim otherwise. And truth be told, he didn’t try very hard. He hated being this obvious, but he could never control his expressions when it came to Damiano. “Wish Paul made me look at him like this.” “Jesus, your heart-eyes are embarrassing for a grown man.” “One might think you haven’t seen him in days instead of half an hour,” his sister said, laughing.
Jordan chuckled distractedly, watching Damiano emerge out of the car. Though I could have done without dozens of bodyguards on the front lawn. “Your man certainly travels in style,” Eloise said, whistling. “Yeah,” Jordan said, but his attention was already drifting away as Damiano’s car rolled to a stop in the driveway. Maybe it’s some fucked-up Stockholm Syndrome.” He claims that nothing happened, but I find it hard to believe. He isn’t getting better and he still refuses to talk or file charges against the sheikh.
I don’t think he’s as happy to be saved as he pretends to be.” “Putting on a happy face, but I can sense that something is off. But suspecting something and knowing were two different things.Įloise shrugged, her expression turning grimmer. Jordan had known that sex trafficking could be the reason for his brother’s disappearance: Aiden’s exquisite looks might have attracted the wrong sort of attention. Jordan had been so happy, of course-until he found out about Aiden’s fate: he’d been living in some rich sheikh’s household. Damiano had kept quiet about his search for Jordan’s missing brother until after he found him in Dubai. It had been as much of a surprise to him as it had been for their parents.
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