Sophia walked out with Damien, only releasing his hand once they were a good distance away.
"I'm sorry for using you as a shield earlier," she said.
"Acting as a shield for a beautiful woman? I'm more than happy to help. But, Sophia, have you really thought about what I said? If things with Lucas aren't working out, you could use me to completely cut him off. And hey, sometimes in life, it's about cutting your losses."
"You're not wrong. Life does require knowing when to cut your losses. But I have kids. Six of them. Mr. Brown, your future is bright. There's no need to waste time on me."
"I'm serious, I don't mind raising your kids. If I like you, I'll treat them as my own. And—" Damien leaned in slightly, "we'll have kids of our own one day."
He was relentless, but there was an undeniable charm in his persistence. He was definitely interested.
"An excellent woman never lacks admirers. Sophia, how about a bet?"
"A bet?"
