Damien’s POV
My head throbbed like it was being split open from the inside out. The weight of the day…every scandal, every obstacle, every f*****g shadow that stalked me…finally settled on my shoulders like bricks. I rubbed my temples hard enough to leave red marks before stumbling into the bathroom.
The cabinet clicked open. Aspirin. I shook two out, popped them in my mouth, and downed them with tap water so cold it felt like swallowing glass.
Was I even expecting a smooth ride? No. Not with the different players in my life at the moment.
I pressed my palms against the sink, watching droplets run down the glass.
At least it won’t hurt so bad if she just whispers my name too. Right?
I let out a humorless laugh.
But why the f**k do I want a w***e to whisper my name?
The word w***e e
