[Damien's POV]
I drew my lips closer to her ear, let out a smirk and said.
"Thinking of a lie to clear yourself..."
She pushed my face away, eyeing me.
"I'm not concerned about the names of these men, as long as they pleasure me" she said, shrugging her shoulders and my face shrinked.
I swallowed, fluttering my eyes and then scoffed. Slowly, I took my arms away from her waist, as my head was aching again.
However, I didn't want her to notice that and so I'd just give up questioning her but that doesn't mean I won't keep an eye on her.
She wasn't breathing, I felt it as her eyes lingered all over my face, as though memorizing my reaction.
"Pleasure you? He lives here, how do you explain that?"
"I'm serious I don't know this Harry and I recently got this house from a mortgage company...well I just had sex with the manager once to own this place"
Is she saying that to hurt me? Because I hate it when she keeps repeating over and over again about the men she had slept with.
