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Chapter 58: Broken Promise

NAYA POV

"Wes and Linda went to Disney!" I was laying on the couch in Damien's office at the cage, while he was doing work on his computer. "Look. And little Olly looks so cute in his mickey mouse costume." I pointed my phone towards Damien, who was too busy with something on the screen. "Damien, look!"

He looked up at my phone for 0.5 seconds, then went back to his work. "Uhuh, that's nice."

Right after work, Damien had brought us to the cage because he had something to take care of. We had been here for almost 4 hours. I had been trying to talk to him, but he kept giving me one-word responses.

I decided how to get his attention.

"My love, should I post this on Insta?" I pulled up a mirror selfie picture of me in some lingerie that Damien had bought me. I had sent him the pic the other day when he was stuck in traffic and apparently extra horny based on all the texts he was sending me. After I sent the picture, he instantly responded.

Belle, I swear I will get out of my car right now and run back to the apartment so I can f-

His response was something like that.

And he also added: This is for my eyes and my fucking eyes only.

"Mhmm. Sure." Damien kept his eyes on the screen.

Yup. Something is definitely up.

I stood up from the sofa and walked up to his desk. "Damien. What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just asked you if I should post a half-naked picture of me and you said yes." I raised an eyebrow.

The man whipped his head to look at me with wide eyes.

I put my hands up in defense. "Relax. I'm not posting it."

"Good." He mumbled and nodded his head and turned back to his work.

"When can we go home?" I asked.

"After I'm done, Naya," Damien said in a serious voice.

"We've been here almost 4 hours. It's almost 9. I'm hungry." I whined.

"Go upstairs and get something from the kitchen." Damien was typing away at something.

"The bar is probably packed right now. I don't want to get in the way."

"Belle. I have work to do too. I also have a job."

I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're not the only one with other priorities."

"I know. Why did you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like there's another meaning behind it." I placed my hands on the desk and stared at him.

"There's no other meaning behind it."

"Yes. There is. Damien, look at me."

He stopped typing and looked at me. "What? I told you there is nothing."

"There is something."

"Naya, I can't deal with this right now." His focus went back to his computer screen. "Why don't you just call Zach? You two seem close."

"What did you say?" I raised my voice.

"Just forget it."

"I can't forget it because it sounds like you're accusing me of something."