Chapter 331

• “What’s going on?” Damien’s voice came from the doorway.
• He stepped inside, still in his dark lounge pants and white T-shirt, hair slightly mussed like he’d just run his hands through it.
• Amber spun toward him, voice pitching higher. “Thank God you’re here, Damien. Ayla is acting like a complete devil. I was watching Paris Fashion Week and she came along and changed the channel like my interests don’t matter. You know how important that program is to me, tell her to put back the show. Now.”