CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE

AUTHOR’S POV

“I understand that you are angry, El, but can we at least talk in a place more private?” He asked and got no response for a while.

“Damon, please take me to my room.” She said and soon Damon held her waist and her right hand. “Cruz, come with me.” She added.

For so long she had imagined what it would be like when she would meet him again. She had daydreamed for how they would run into each other arms and shower one another with kisses.

But now, all she wanted was to hit him and make him feel as much pain as she did.

“You can leave us now, Damon.” Eleanor said the second her butt touched the bed.

Damon opened his mouth to protest but stopped the second he remembered her words. She didn’t love him and she never would. Nothing he said or did would change the fact that she had feelings for someone else.

“Okay.” Damon responded then walked out.

Cruz’s eyes trailed over her once bright face. She used to look so full of life and…

“Does your wife know you are here? Or are you de