Damian’s POV
I tore through the streets of Texas City, hands clamped around the steering wheel so tight my knuckles ached.
My jaw locked. My throat too.
Her voice would not stop replaying in my head.
You are just a small-minded man with deep mommy issues, hiding your trauma behind a cheap mask of mischief and stupidity.
The hit landed every single time.
Am I really all that?
My throat felt tight, and I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
The last woman who made me feel this small was her.
It has always been her.
Every other woman treats me like royalty, but Cindy?
She stomps on my ego, grinds it into the floor, and still somehow makes me crawl back for more.
Why am I still this obsessed with her?
She has made it crystal clear she does not feel a damn thing for me and proba
