CHERYL POV
"How did you know about that?" I asked and as I looked down into his eyes, I saw the answer.
His P.I.
Of course.
My palms balled into fists as red-hot anger replaced the nausea building in my throat. A private investigator. He instructed a private investigator to dig up dirt on my date.
It was just the audacity for me, like how could he!
"You had no right," I gritted out, my throat closing up with thick emotions.
Was this how little privacy I have whenever it comes down to Damien Heron? Was nothing in my life off limits to him?
I had sacrificed everything for this man and his company. Poured blood and sweat into making sure every project was a success but what do I get in return? Unappreciation, being submerged into a heap load of paperwork, Invasion of
