Not Sorry

Author's POV.

The next morning, Elise awakened and saw her phone by her side. As she picked it up and checked her messenger, there were so many messages from Mercedes.

Elise sighed and didn't bother replying to them. She kept her phone aside and clambered off the bed. She was about to head to the bathroom when she saw Damien, stepping out of there.

His skin was cascaded with water, his hair was wet and he wasn't even wearing a towel around his waist.

Elise's gaze stayed on his dick for a while and she could already feel the warmth between her legs, but when she shifted her gaze to his cold face, every horny feeling she had, vanished.

Damien stood still, staring into her eyes. He wanted to speak to her, but it was evident that she didn't want to talk to him. He was also feeling too annoyed to talk to her since she was the one at fault for prioritizing a stranger over him.

Damien was the first to glance away and she resumed walking to the bathroom like he didn't exist.

After some minute