THIRTY THREE

DAMON

“If anything,” the man called Grayson continued with his gloated talk despite the look of disbelief that rested on my face, “in whatever you do in this life, you must make sure you get laid as often as possible. Enjoy the touch of women as much as you can, my dear boy!” My back arched slightly as he slapped my shoulder, delight on his face. “Women are created for our pleasure.”

As I watched his lips capture the morsel of food he brought to his mouth, the disgust within me appeared on my face.

Why would anyone have such a view about women? Grayson sounded happy to say that women are his playthings. He didn’t even regard Selena’s presence at the table. She is a woman after all.

Without turning, I tried to decipher Selena’s reaction to Grayson’s ridiculous words. She sat very still and all that came from her side was the clanking sound of cutlery meeting the hard surface of a plate.

“Mr. Grayson…” I had no intention to let him get away with his reckless view of women. “I have t