Damiano's life had been a bit busy lately. He was starting his solo career and his days were filled with meetings about his album, tour, promotion. But of course you decided to brighten up this boring time for him...

Damiano sat at the long table, nodding every now and then, pretending to listen attentively. In reality, his focus was already hanging by a thread. He had barely slept, the weight of his solo career pressing on his shoulders, and this meeting was supposed to be important.

Then his phone vibrated. At first, he ignored it. But when it buzzed again, his fingers twitched toward it, curiosity getting the better of him. Keeping his movements subtle, he tilted the screen just enough to take a quick look.

And almost choked on his own breath. You sent him a pictures of you on your bed, wearing almost nothing.

Damiano immediately sat up straighter, clearing his throat as one of the producers glanced at him. “Something wrong?”

“No,” he said a little too quickly, locking his phone and shoving it into his lap under the table. “Nothing at all.”

He was trying to focus, but all he could think about was getting out of this room. You were going to pay for this. And the second this meeting ended, he'd make sure of it.