Damon’s POV

I winced and rubbed my temples, warding off a headache that I could prevent.

“Are you listening to me, Damon?” She roared.

I exhaled. “How can I not when you are screaming my ears out?”

“What are you doing there?”

“Vacation.” I sighed. “I told you that already.”

“You didn't tell me you went there to flirt with girls beneath you.” She hissed.

“And you didn't tell that you set a watchdog on me.” I fired. “Sasha, I don't owe you any ...