~ Damon ~
12:01 AM
The clock was staring at Damon’s face like it was mocking him. Damon’s jaw clenched instinctively. It was already midnight and there was no sign of Violet around. Damon never got rejected by anyone before, so this was a hard blow to his ego.
Damon was pacing around the office restlessly. In a fit of anger and disappointment, he picked up a bottle of whiskey from the desk and threw it across the room. The bottle shattered into pieces as it hit the wall and crumbled to the floor.
This is fúcking búllshit!
Watching the glass shatter in front of him brought some relief, but it wasn’t enough. Damon was seething mad. He didn’t know how to handle such a humiliating rejection, especially from an eighteen year old little girl.
No one says no to Damon Va
