Kaia’s POV
Damion didn’t come home last night.
I knew where he was.
Or rather, who he was with.
I had been pacing the length of the penthouse, my nails digging into my palms, waiting for him to walk through the door like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just spent the night chasing after her.
And when he finally did return, it took everything in me not to throw something at him.
He barely looked at me as he stepped inside, loosening his tie with that careless ease of his. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, the top buttons undone, his hair slightly disheveled.
He hadn’t been at the office.
I knew he hadn’t.
I crossed my arms, blocking his path. “Where the hell have you been?”
Damion barely spared me a glance as he tossed his keys onto the counter. “I don’t have time for this, Ka
