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Damien takes my hand and guides me to the couch, motioning for me to take a seat. "I think you're going to prefer to sit down for this," he tells me.
I look at him blankly. He holds out a stack of paper to me.
At first, I don't understand what this is about. "You brought me a contract?" I ask warily, looking down at the small, intelligible letters.
"It's more than that," Damien assures me. "You can have a lawyer look this over if you want. I'll put some very good ones at your disposal if you prefer. But, basically, this is a renewal of your contract with the label, and a cancellation of the old one."
"What the...?" I’m unable to finish my sentence. My mouth is hanging open.
Damien flips through some pages and points to a line. "Basically, what this says is that you now own your entire fortune, which consists of about thirty million dollars."
"You're kidding."
"I'm not. You also own this apartment."
"Damien, what…" My mouth is still wide open, and try as I might, I can't manage to do anything other than open and close my lips like I'm a fish out of water.
"All you have to do is sign here." He points out a couple of lines at the end of the packet. "The contract also notes that the label grants you, from this point forward, complete freedom to compose any music you want."
Those words, more than anything else, make my heart stop.
"Are you serious?"
Damien nods, and hands me his pen.
"I hope you understand why it took me so long to come see you. Legal documents take time to write up, and I had to get everything notarized before I brought this to you."
He looks at me expectantly, as if hoping that his peace offering will take effect.
I don't know what to say. No one has ever done so much for me before.
"Will I be able to compose whatever I want?"
"You'll be able to sing about whatever you feel like. Although, if you want my opinion, I'd include the song you were singing when I got here on your new album."
His words catch me off guard.
Without thinking, I jump on him, wrapping my arms around his neck, which causes us to fall between the couch cushions.
"Does this mean you forgive me?"
"It's a start," I agree.
My lips seek his, and by the time our lips brush he seems more than willing to turn this kiss into something more.
I feel the euphoria between us, which bursts in my chest and expands outward, causing all the sensitive parts of my body to throb in unison.
My heart begins to beat at an overwhelming rate, and I know that this joy has a first and last name.
Damien McAllister. The reason that everything in my life make sense.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
DAMIEN
"You have no idea what you've done. You have no idea of the damage you've done to her," Brandon says.
Andrea’s representative is standing in front of me. He’s wearing one of his gray suits and his glasses are slightly crooked on the bridge of his nose, as they always are when he’s nervous.
