Chapter 43: Real CEO

SCARLETT

Damian frowns at me, dipping his hands into his pocket which only makes his arm muscle stretch, leaving me wondering how it would feel to be in those strong arms again, how much his soft plump lips left hickeys on me the next morning, how he-

“Do you have something to say?” Damian says in a stoic tone but he has that arrogant smirk on his face.

“Maybe,” I reply, rolling my eyes at him.

He scoffs and makes a face. “What do you want? I was perfectly okay with pretending we’re strangers.”

“Let’s start with an apology, we can move on from there,” I reply, keeping my face passive.

He scoffs before his expression turns serious. “You are a lot of things but a slut is not one of them,” he replies, curling his hands around my waist which only makes my heart pound ten times faster as he walks us to a seat in the middle aisle.

“That’s not a proper apology,” I say, scowling at him when we sit down.

“Don’t push it,” he says, switching to his cold tone.

Jerk.

He’s lucky I have to