ARIA'S POV
"What?" Damien grabbed the phone, his face draining of color as he read. "That sick fuck."
I couldn't breathe. My chest constricted, the room spinning. "He... he knows. He knows what we."
"Security sweeps this house daily," Damien said, but his voice had gone sharp. Dangerous. "There's no way he could."
"Then how does he know?" My voice came out shrill. I pressed my hands to my face. "How does he know we had sex? How does he know about the park, about everything?"
Damien was already moving. He grabbed his phone and made a call.
"Get me a full electronic sweep team. Now. Every room. I don't care what time it is—get them here in the next ten minutes or you're fired." He ended the call and turned to me. "Get dressed, we need to check this room ourselves before they arrive."
My hands shook as I pulled on my clothes. The beautiful evening we'd shared suddenly felt contaminated.
