Warning: Abuse
Elle's POV
"Why did you want to speak to me, Damian?" I asked, glancing at the window, my patience wearing thin.
"Why did you lie?" he demanded.
"Lie about what?" I scoffed, feigning innocence.
"You lied that she wasn't Sol but her twin sister," he accused, stepping closer.
"Wait a minute, did you eavesdrop or something?" I looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Just answer the fucking question, Elle," he gritted his teeth, clearly losing his temper.
"Well, you should have heard properly if you were going to eavesdrop," I retorted, not backing down.
"I heard you talking to Dominick, okay? I heard it clearly," he insisted, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Yet, here you are," I smirked at him, maintaining my stance. "What do you want from me, Damian?"
"Answers," he snapped. "I want to know why you're playing games."
