Chapter 13

He took his seat in front of me, a cocky grin on his face.

"Hey, take it easy, baby, sit down," he said, his tone almost mocking.

“Not the face you were expecting to see, huh?” He continued, his fingers casually playing with the ring on his middle finger.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” he declared, his words dripping with an unsettling familiarity.

That was the moment I managed to recover from the shock. My eyes narrowed, and I shot back, “How did you know about Damian?” I tried my best to conceal my nervousness. "You better not hurt him," I added, my voice now laced with a hint of anger.

Wait a minute, I thought he was in prison for a life sentence. How did he get out, and when did this happen? Has he been stalking me? These thoughts raced through my mind as I confronted the person from my past.

“What do you want?" I demanded, my tone firm. "I told you we were done," I declared. "And how did you get out of prison?”

“Baby girl, don't get ahead of yourself, okay?" he said dismissively. “I see