DAMIEN POV
"So... are we here to drink ourselves to death or something?" Craig asked me, shaking his full glass of Krug Grand Cuvée.
We were currently in my office, drinking from my personal stash of vintage wines. I shot him a death glare and he promptly snapped his mouth shut.
He gulped audibly and raised his glass, swirling the liquid in it. "By the way, this wine is really good. How did you come across it? I heard it is a pretty vintage wine."
I zone out, my mind wandering back to tonight's encounter. What the f**k had Gwen been doing with that punk tonight, looking all so cozy... wait, is she dating him?
"f**k!" I growled, my hands tightening around my wineglass.
"Jesus Christ, Heron, are you going to continue soliloquizing to yourself like a damn luna..."
"Sinc
