DAMON'S POV.

I put on a silk shirt and the black dress pants that I packed for the charity ball I was invited to. I button my shirt, leaving the top button open, and put a tie around my neck. I've always loved my hair a quiff and headed out of the room in the most expensive hotel in New York City.

The charity ball was being hosted by Carter enterprises, owned by one of my friends. After thinking about it for a long time, whether to go or not, I decided to go. After all, I donated a hell lot of money for it.

The black R8 was waiting...