ANNABEL
It had been over six hours since he left. Damon rushed out right after that urgent call—whatever it was, it sounded serious.
The day passed in a blur. My legs were still sore. I smirked at the memory of last night.
God, I love this. But I know it can’t last.
I whispered to myself as I reached my room and flopped onto the bed, eyes locked on the ceiling.
So much had happened in just two weeks. The best two weeks of my life—except for one thing: Janet.
I promised myself I wouldn’t care. About her. About Michael. But something still gnawed at me.
How did she get close to him behind my back? When did it even start?
And yet, I’d slept with Damon—right before catching Michael cheating.
This is so messed up.
I groaned, pressing both hands to my forehead.
Maybe I’m just imaginin
