Damon's Alice
I gasps at the sight of a man appearing from the balcony, “Jesus—“
My eyes widen at the figure, seeing Damon standing in front of me feels surreal. I was kidnapped and I was molested but somehow I survived. I immediately push my body away from him, increasing the space between us as I grip hard onto the sheets of his California king bed. “Alice . . . it’s okay.”
“No, get the fuck away from me. You—you, lying bastard.”
“Wait, this is a misunderstanding.” He replies, bringing his hands up as a white flag.
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