"I don't give a f**k," he seethed. "You need to understand that I don’t play with what’s mine, Kiara. I share my food, my clothes, my house, my cars, my secrets, but not my woman. Never my woman."
Before I could respond, a waiter approached us with a tray of champagne glasses. Damon took two, handing one to me.
"Drink up," he said, raising his glass. "We're going to need it."
Just as I took a sip, a familiar voice cut through the noise. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The fatass finally cleaned up nicely."
I froze, my blood running cold. I knew that voice all too well. It was my ex mate, Nolan.
I turned to see him standing there with a smirk on his face, Lyra was hanging off his arm. She was everything I wasn't… skinny, tanned and dressed in a skin tight silver dress that l
