I don't know how many times we did it last night, but when I finally opened my eyes, it was already morning. Despite the soreness in my entire body, I reached for my pouch and grabbed my phone to check the time, and it's almost 7 in the morning now. I remembered what happened last night. I spent the whole night being intimate with Damian. I glanced at the other side, but I was alone in bed. Did he leave?
Did he leave me alone? Does that mean he didn't like what happened last night? He wasn't satisfied?
Tears welled up in my eyes. He's my only hope for revenge against the people who ruined my life. He's the only one, and no one else.
I felt like I was about to burst into tears when I heard the shower from the bathroom. That's when I realized I wasn't alone. I looked around and saw Damian
