Damien POV:-
I don’t understand what happens to me from time to time when I end up acting this rude and intolerant bastard but every time my eyes meet hers, I cannot neglect the emotion aroused in me by them and at some peculiar points, I hate them. The reminiscent of an old memory is something I am not fond of possessing. But what if she is… no it can’t be. We are in New York City not in Canada, “Irene.” I called her casually.
“Yes?”
“First, I am sorry, I shouldn’t get angry.” I said while driving. “It’s okay. You are my boss.” She hummed, not sparing a glance at me but I continued to graze at her from time to time. It’s beyond my capabilities to pull away from her, I am compelled to lock my eyes with hers. “It’s not.” I replied, stopping the car and turning to her. She finally looke
