Chapter 75 Island Party

• Camille was sleeping in for the first time in forever when the insistent buzzing of her cell phone rudely interrupted her leisurely morning. Without seeing the name flashing on the screen, she knew who exactly was ringing.
• Who else would call her at this time on a Sunday morning but the man who thought he had the right to do pretty much whatever he wanted?
• Drowsily, she reached for the annoying device on her nightstand, wondering what the hell he was up to this time. "Hello, Damien," she answered the call, her tone filled with grudges.