Damon’s POV

I knew the second I opened that door that something was wrong.

I’d knocked, called Carl’s name, even said it was an emergency, but the silence on the other side of that office door was strange—thick, loaded, suspicious. I didn’t expect to walk in on anything. I didn’t expect to see what I saw.

I didn’t expect to see her like that.

Aria.

Pressed against Carl.

His mouth on hers.

Her robe half open.

His hand gripping her ass like it belonged to him.

For a split ...