Chapter Sixty-three — Firing the bitch

“Oh! To whom do I owe the pleasure of seeing your pretty face here, Damon?” She slurred and took a gulp from a bottle. I sat there, calm and collected. As much it hurt me to see someone insult him, I have to stay calm and wait for the right time to punch the hell out of her.

I guess, she was upset for same reason— for which I was happy. Having Damon, all to myself. Now, I just need to wait for her, to spill everything out.

"What is wrong with you? You guys don't deserve each other. I deserve you. I loved you, when you had nothing. I was stupid to walk out on you. But I have changed Damon. Please, believe me. I am not that same girl. "

Damon scoffed and stood up. He placed his hands on my shoulder and said, what I wanted to hear from my man. His claim on me.

"We deserve each other. And you did love me, when I had nothing. But, don't you think your love changed when you saw the bank balance?"

From the look on her face, I can tell— he pushed the right button.