Walking back into the suite we were staying in, I headed straight for my room. I didn’t want to see anyone, and the last thing I wanted to do was talk. My head was a swirling mess of confusion over what had happened.
“Ivy!” Damian’s voice called out as the sound of the front door opened. “Ivy??”
“Will you shut the fuck up?” James snapped as the sound of his bedroom door opened.
“Where is she?” Damian replied, and as I sat in my room, I couldn’t help but sigh.
I had gone out to find Damian and Hale to bring them both home and, instead, I was met with chaos and heartache. Damian and Hale had both been in the arms of other women, and my heart clenched at the fact they didn’t seem to care for me.
As tears streamed down my face, I quickly wiped them away only to have my bedroom door thrown open, and Damian’s dark eyes staring down at me.
“Ivy, please let me explain—”
