/Zane's POV/
"I thought I told you not to show up at my house uninvited?" I demanded of Damian, my voice sharp against the quiet of the living room. He stood there anyway, perfectly at ease, balancing a bottle of wine and a neatly packed box of gourmet treats in his hands, as if he owned the place. Supposedly, they were meant to celebrate the successful interview. I doubted that was the real reason the bastard was here.
I was so fucking pissed because of him that Maddy threw me out again. The irritation still buzzed under my skin, raw and unsettled. She'd seemed to really enjoy being with me, her body warm and pliant against mine, yet she acted like she couldn't stand being caught with me. Like the idea of us existing in the same space was something she had to deny the moment reality crept in. It would be disastrous if someone like Damian found out about our arrangement, but I'd taken a blow to my pride in the process, and it sat heavy in my chest.
