The next morning, Scarlett was in bed, trying to sooth the pain in her v****a walls. She did not know how to react when Damian called her but the minute she picked, she told him everything and he was enraged.
He told her he would handle it, but didnt know how fast it would be.
The sound of the apartment door slamming shut startled her, and she turned, her heart pounding. Damian strode into the bedroom, his eyes fixed on her. She wondered how he got in. He was dressed casually, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular arms and the dark charm that exuded from every pore.
"Scarlett," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I'm here to make things right. And I intend to start right now."
Leora, still on her knees, looked up at Damian with a mixture of fear and defiance. Her eyes dart
