"Damien?" I tapped on his bicep continuously as he slept.

I had tossed and turned on the bed up until it was midnight and I couldn't take it anymore. The face of that woman had been plaguing my mind especially after Damien had given me the cold shoulder all day.

"Damien!" I whisper yelled, shoving him a little bit. Damien was a light sleeper so he was supposed to have come awake by now unless, of course, he was ignoring me.

"What is it Ariana?" He asked groggily.

Ariana? Not babe? Oh hell no! I won't take it!

"We need to talk." I coldly muttered.

"About what?" He sounded whiny....