Chapter 78. Head Over Heels

Ellie's POV

I finish dressing up just as my phone flashes, denoting a call from Grace. Perfecto! She must be here already. With a cheerful hue, I pick up the call. "Hi, Grace. You here?" I ask as I reach for my purse, starting at the door.

"Yes. Are you ready?" She quizzes from the other line.

"Yes. I will be down in two," I respond exuberantly as I reach for the door of my bedroom, dashing out.

"Okay," she says and drops the call.

I traverse my sitting room with an ample grin on my face and lock the door behind me.

This grin and the optimistic attitude haven't left my complexion after that heated conversation with Damian earlier, and most particularly after that dialogue and wild sex, we had under the sun. I feel so jovial and hopeful, and hot and kinky. Darn! I said it: This man will be my death, but am I afraid to die? No, as long as I breathe my last in his arms.

He is like a storm that came into my life and changed