Erica's POV

"What are you doing here" I found myself asking Damian, who looked far soaked in the alcohol he was drinking.

His gaze feasted on my body as I got closer to him, and I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks just by the way his eyes never left mine.

"God you are drunk," I said and tried to take away the glass he was holding, but he held on tight to it.

"You caused it, you said you don't want me anymore, do you know how long, I have been searching for you and praying you are safe where ever you were. I finally get to...