I woke up to the sound of someone pounding on the door.
“Damian, someone’s at the door,” I mumbled onto his chest.
“Let them be, Baby girl. They will walk away soon.” He nuzzled his nose at the top of my head.
“Damian, open the fucking door. NOW!” A female voice shouted with the continuity of her rapping on the door.
Damian froze before quickly donning his silk pajama pants. “Shit. What is she doing here?”
He left me in the bedroom to open the suite’s door, and I could hear them shouting at each other.
“Where is she? Where is the fucking slut?” the woman shouted.
“Clarissa, what the fuck are you doing here?” he shouted back.
