I'm staring at Damien, he's wearing black sweatpants and vast
“ Why haven’t you left?” I ask with a blank expression, but he keeps quiet not knowing what to say, I shake my head taking off my heels and jacket
“ leave Damien, serious,” he shakes his heading going to my kitchen and I follow, he’s opening the fridge and cupboards
“ What are you doing?”
“ I haven’t eaten,” he answers getting a box of cereals but dropping it
“ You know what I’ll just ask my butler to bring us something, you have no food here,” he says getting his phone “ for someone who eats a lot, it should be packed,” I look at him dumbfounded,
“ Leave,” I repeat, he sighs going to talk on the phone
“ Just bring it to the address,” I watch him making orders like he owns the person he's talking to.
“ Not just that, Cam
