Chapter 10

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 that details.

I certainly didn’t want to know.

“I am sorry,” I apologized.

I needed to get in and wash my body. The entire room was smelling of puke, which made me want to puke even more. Maybe it had to do with the fact that my body wasn’t used to eating this much in the morning.

The only time I ate like this was by chance, or when I stole from them. Eating all of it now comfortably made me feel weird. Very weird.

“If you puke on me again, you are going to see a very dark side of me.” He snarled, taking a step back from me.

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