Damien's POV;

I was caught up in train of thoughts of how to work my way into other continents of the world without having to meet anyone like Cheryl's father on the way. Almost impossible but I liked the thought.

Someone twisted my doorknob and I thought it was Ariana but unfortunately it wasn't.

"Heard you finally got laid." Aiden chortled, plopping down on the seat opposite me in my study.

"Who told you that?" I deadpanned.

"Tracy mentioned something about an after sex glow on Ariana and I connected the dots." He shrugged, grabbing my glass of whiskey to take a sip.

"You have no respect for me." I...