(Damon’s POV)
I never thought betrayal could feel like this—sharp, suffocating, and searing through my veins like fire. But here I was, sitting in my office, gripping the edge of my desk so hard my fingers ached. I felt like breaking everything around me after hearing the conversation Ava had with whoever it was. I kept wondering about the call.
The other person on the call seemed so happy to know whether or not Ava f****d Walter.
Ava had met with Walter. Why him? Of all the men in the world, why did it have to be him? I began to pace my office. I was fast becoming sweaty despite the two air-conditioning units in the office. The conversation I overheard kept replaying in my head, looping like a damn nightmare.
Had she slept with him? I wondered again.
I wasn’t sure. She hadn’t answ
