I immediately sensed the tension in the air. I nudged Damon gently. "I've said all there is to say. You can go now."
"When did you ever clear things up?" Damon's eyes were locked on Jones, even as he responded to me
Jones finally got on his feet. He walked into the living room and shut the door behind him.
My living room was not big. With Damon and Jones, two big and burly guys, it felt a bit cramped.
"Damon, why are you harassing my girlfriend?"Jones asked in an ice-cold tone.
"I'm just trying to get back with my ex-wife," Damon retorted shamelessly.
"But she's my girlfriend now. You're history. As a man, you should accept reality, not desperately cling to her." Jones tried to reason with Damon, but his eyes were filled with anger.
Damon scoffed, seemingly unphased, "As long as I'm alive, I'm not history. And you, after all these years of friendship, this is how you treat me?"
