The look on Damon's face was what I assumed death would look like when it was standing right in front of me, ready to take me with it. My limbs were shaking, knowing that he was going to hit me.

He was going to hit me so hard my neck would break.

"You sick little fuck. Are you crazy?" He bellowed, and I flinched.

It was his fault. He shouldn't have spoken to me about all the women he was shagging in the room that was going to be mine because I didn't ask for those details.

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