Emily's POV

Like I said, every single time I thought I was low and had hit rock bottom, life discovered a newer ‘low’ for me.

“Do you really have to be here, Damon?” I asked Damon.

Just when I started nurturing the thought of being cozy and tucked in for the night, on Zac's couch of course, Damon decided to rear his ugly head.

“Why don't you keep that question for your backstabbing boyfriend and let me talk to my employee?” Damon's tone carried every bit of intended sarcasm.

“Don't speak to me like that.” I shut him up.

I'd had enough of men telling me what to do for...