The bedroom door slammed shut with a deafening BANG. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot.
Damian shoved Aria inside with such force that she stumbled and nearly hit the bedpost. Her soaked clothes clung to her skin, dripping onto the expensive floorboards. Her hair was plastered to her cheeks, her lips trembling from the cold. But it wasn’t just the freezing water that made her shiver, it was the man standing before her.
“What the hell do you think you were doing in that kitchen?” Damian growled, his voice low and venomous.
Aria turned to face him, her arms tightly wrapped around herself. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I told you, I was choking and he helped me. That’s it.”
“You think I’m an i***t?” Damian hissed, advancing. “You think I can’t see what’s happening right u
