Chapter One Hundred and twelve

Nighttime came around and I found myself carrying Mico with me into Damien's room for moral support.

"What's that?" He asked me as I set down the pooch on his little bed near the couch, close to to the sliding door, leading to the terrace.

"His name is Mico." I said squatting down to pick him up.

"Why is he here?" Damien asked again, tilting his head to stare at the little fella.

"He's sleeping here tonight, just like me." I said, cradling the little guy who had his eyes trained on Damien.

"Hell no, he isn't!" He didn't even let me properly introduce them to each other.

"Why? It's part of our deal and if he's not sleeping here, neither am I." I firmly said.

"Ariana..."

"Why do you always find a way to get out of whatever we agree on? It's absolutely unfair!"

"All these wouldn't even be happening if you just agreed to take me back and give me an actual chance." He retorted.

"If I wasn't giving you a chance, I wouldn't be here!" I countered.

"Well it doesn't seem like much of a