Damien's POV 

I picked up and said coldly, “What do you want, Kayla?”

“I was just wondering when you were coming home,” she said in that soft, flirty voice that used to drive me crazy back when we were teenagers. Now? It barely stirred anything.

“I’m not coming home tonight, Kayla. I’m dealing with an important situation,” I said flatly.

“Oh, let me guess,” she snapped, her voice turning sharp, “that important situation is Maya, right? Are ...