Chapter Forty-eight— Nightmare

{Damon}

I was at work and the weather was too gloomy, for my liking. I could not see her anywhere near me. I was feeling so empty inside. If I don’t see her, I will not be able to survive a moment more. I loosened my tie and took off my jacket.

I walked towards the pantry, to get a fresh cup of coffee. My coffee was brewing; when my eyes landed on a figure, sitting on a man’s lap. Initially, I wanted to yell at them, and ask them to fuck off. But the girl’s hair caught my attention.

I walked close and saw it was Delilah, on a strange man’s lap.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled and took her off, from the man. Her dress was all messed up and she had a satisfied grin on her face.

“Hey! What’s your problem man?” Asked the blonde guy. I don’t know him.

“Excuse me! You are at my office. This girl is my fiancé.”

“Fiancé? Dude, she is my wife.” He pushed me off. I looked at her, with question in my eyes.