Ariana's POV;

"Babe, let's not argue over this." Damien said with a frustrated sigh.

"My mind's made up." I said, propping my feet up on the bedstead.

"Why don't you want to come back with us?"

I glanced at him who was seated on the stool in front of my vanity mirror.

"I just need some more time here."

"How long?" He asked.

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"You've been here for close to two months." He pointed out like I didn't already know that.

"Yes. And now I don't feel like going back to LA anymore."

He stood up and placed his arms across his broad chest, posing like...