Soon as Andy was gone from sight, Damien turned around while rubbing his sore jaw and face.
Andy slapped him with all her force. He wasn’t complaining, though. He’d rather have that than be ignored again.
He crossed the line, and he knew it was a foul. The last time his jealousy took over his senses, he lost Andy.
Damien knew he should've acted smart and cool. The guy perhaps really needed a shoulder, and Andy was just at the right time.
Changing his mind about leaving, Damien walked back and sat on the bench near the mansion's front porch. It was still early, and he didn’t want to go home yet.
Soon as he sat down, he heard faint cries behind the closed door. He knew right away; it was Andy.
Andy still harbored her hatred towards him. He had pained her so much until now, and sh
