Damon's POV

“Hell, even I am not sure of what I'm doing. You don't have to be.” I chuckled and sniffed out the light at the bottom of my cigarette in his drink.

“I'm sorry sir.” My assistant apologized.

Ironically, he's the first guy assistant I'd gotten.

After Zyna, I'd plunged into the world of women, letting my life revolve around them, or them revolve around me, I don't care which.

“You don't have to be. I get your concern.” I admitted. Regretting that I'd scared him so bad, and made his drink undrinkable.

I signalled to the attendant to take it away and bring a new one.

It was...