Coldness is what he felt whenever Eve’s images reappeared in his head. Betrayal and regrets, he named it. Damien had always kept his rule; once is enough- to never again. But those four years of him believing he was on track had collapsed. He felt empty- though he had never been whole.
“The lights looked good, so did the servers. I wonder what’s wrong with your expressions. Was it resentment? Can’t really distinguish, my eyes are blurry now, damn.” Eric interrupted, his moment; the man’s broad smile was intact on his handsome face. Showing his perfect set of well-shaped teeth behind his lips. The club was a private place intended for wealthy bachelors, owned by one of Damien’s colleagues.
“That looks like having trouble with a woman, I called it.” Noah, the second one. He was the go-lu
